I was originally planning to write a blog post sharing the new interview that I did with Samantha Cutrara, on my research on Jewish women and cultural traditions, especially around food (more on this below). But I’ve also been troubled by the news coverage and responses to death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. So I ended up writing a Twitter thread, about it, and I decided to share what I wrote over here. Also because, for reasons(?), it got all out of order on Twitter.
Tag: Jewishness
Special thanks to Anne Dance, Tina Adcock, Stephanie Pettigrew, Lee Blanding, and especially Lynne Marks for their help with this piece.
Content Warning/Trigger Warning: antisemitism, racism, violence
In the wake of the mass shooting at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh on Saturday, I wrote a Twitter essay sharing some thoughts and feelings. To my surprise, it gained a lot of attention, and I am overwhelmed by the resulting outpouring of love and support. However, since Twitter isn’t an ideal medium for a nuanced discussion of history, I was also debating putting together a blog post. A number of individuals expressed interest in more information about the racial identity of Jews and the history of antisemitism[1]. There seems to be overwhelming support for this idea, so here we go. While I’ll be repeating a lot of what I’ve said already, if you want to see the original Twitter thread, just go here.
It’s always a little strange being Jewish around Christmas. When I was growing up, Chanukah wasn’t really a big deal. My sister and I would each get a gift (just one, not eight), some chocolate money, and we would light the menorah. My mother would make latkes, but I never really liked them (turns out the problem was her recipe, not latkes in general). Christmas wasn’t really a big deal. We did put out milk and cookies, though in hindsight, this was mostly for my dad. I do remember being convinced by my dad that Santa had to be real, since CTV News was tracking him via radar. But this was pretty much the extent of it. Because Santa didn’t give presents to Jewish girls.
But one year the impossible happened: Santa came! My mother, for reasons that I still don’t know, put out presents on the two living room chairs. One chair was for me, and the other was for my sister. They contained a board game, some other little things, and a chocolate advent calendar. It was magical. I was so excited. Santa didn’t forget me! And while from that point on my mother would always give my sister and I chocolate advent calendars on Christmas, our Christmas chairs remained empty. And yes, my mother is very well aware of how advent calendars work. She’s just repurposed them for our family tradition.
These days, in shopping centres, online stores, and social media, you’ll find a wide array of gifts and decorations specifically for Chanukah. From strings of lights with Stars of David and menorahs, to the hilarious Mensch on the Bench, the options are really quite endless. But this is a very recent phenomenon, as I mentioned last week. I just couldn’t keep you guys hanging like that! So in today’s blog post, we’re going to take a look at the emergence of Chanukah as an important holiday celebration in North America, its relationship to Christmas, and the religious aspects of Canadian identity.