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I’m only doing this because 1dasfudge was too nice to me today. Still don’t feel comfortable by tagging this as a Black Out day. (Maybe will do it? I’m not sure…) (ok, I’m doing it but please tell me if I should take the tags down and I’ll!!!!)

Being a mixed girl was always a struggle for me. I’ve had white people being disrespectful hundreds of times because I’m not only mixed, but I’m also Brazilian and live in a foreign country and that’s enough reason for them to be complete assholes to me.
I also struggle a bit because some black people doesn’t even recognise me as mixed, saying that my skin is light and that’s it, but when it’s convenient to them, they will always say “you half black, stop acting so white”. Have had it all, to be quite honest.
I rarely leave my hair natural because I think it doesn’t looks good on me since I’m not “black enough”, but to be quite honest, I’m fucking proud of my wild messy full of volume curls and, even tho I have people in my family who hated to admit they’re mixed and try to act white all the fucking time even tho they have more black features and darker skin than mine, I love my ethnicity and who I’m!
So, happy Black Out Day everyone! You’re all very beautiful and lovely and deserve to celebrate it!

Xxxxx

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Moses and the Burning Bush, Moses receives the Tablets of the LawMoses reading the TorahMoses at Mount Nebo - Dura-Europos synagogue, Syria, c. 244 CE. Tempera over plaster. One of the oldest synagogues in the world, the Dura-Europos synagogue preserves some of the most precious and unique examples of Jewish art in history. These four portraits of Moses are found on the center of the synagogue’s western wall, above the Torah niche. Note his depiction with a square halo.

hetaliafanfictionsrus replied to your post : curvesincolour is now saying Jesus wasn’t Jewish…

As a Christian I can say with 1000000% certainty that yes, Jesus WAS Jewish. In fact, if I’ve my facts straight, Judaism was literally the oNLY monotheistic religion in Palestine during that time, or at least the only one with such influence. Also, as a Southeast Asian myself, I can attest to the fact that there are members of my family who have extremely white skin, and then there’s others like me, who’ve darker skin. This person’s horrific argument continues to appall me…

Yeah, I mean of course Jesus didn’t look like some a light-skinned European the way he was drawn in Renaissance European paintings- but it’s not even debated by historians that he was Jewish! I’m frankly bewildered by that blog, as much as we non-white people can be racist, I’m starting to wonder if they are a white supremacist blog that just fetishises black women from the kind of things they are saying, considering how antisemitism is a big part of white supremacy. But then again non-white neo-Nazis like Dieudonne exist so oh well.

Good observation there actually- I think intra-Asian racism has a very, very classist and not always ethnic dimension. So like if your family members are SEAsian but look very light I think East Asians would treat them differently compared to a darker skinned SEAsian. I mean even Han Chinese can be shitty as hell towards other Han Chinese who are darker skinned by comparison because the whole light skin = noble, dark skin = peasant thing is still so strong. It took me a while to realise exactly how much we internalised all of this because my sister and I are pretty light-skinned and so we didn’t get subject to that, but we definitely absorbed and acted out those biases… Though I think there can at times be a racial dimension (though the type of racism is ethnicity based) on top of that due to all the intra-Asian tensions.

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I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW THEY TREATED THIS KID!!!! I’m almost in tears right now smh f*cking Israeli pigs. Allah ma3ak. 

The Binding of Isaac - Beth Alpha Synagogue, near Beit She’an, Israel, built during the reign of Justin I (518-527 CE). The hand of God is depicted emerging from a ball of smoke and flame, ”directing the drama and its outcome”, according to art historian Meyer Schapiro.

by Accidental Talmudist

Special Thursday Hero - Purim Edition
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March, 1945.

They arrived from Auschwitz in several groups. Each group counted about 20 people. Of course, they didn’t look like people. They looked more like walking skeletons. They had triangular faces with pointed chins, and sunken cheeks. Even the lips had shrunken to thin blue lines. The only prominent feature were their eyes; they were unusually large and with a strange sheen, almost luminous. They were known in concentration camp slang as “Musselman.” That was usually the last stage before death.

They spoke Yiddish with an accent, which to us Lithuanian Jews, sounded strange. They told us that they came from the ghetto of Lodz through Auschwitz, before they were sent to our camp. Our camp was known as the “Outer camp of Dachau, #10″ and it was situated near the picturesque town of Utting, by lake Amersee.

Our camp was sitting in the middle of a small forest with surrounding green meadows and beautiful landscapes.

I remember the day when we were brought there, I thought to myself, “How can anything bad happen to us among all this beauty?”

I soon found out that the beauty was in the landscape only. The Germans in charge of us were sadists and murderers.

The Lodz people fell into the same deceptive trap. They thought that after Auschwitz, our camp looked like paradise. Most of them died soon after their arrival, from hard labor, beatings and starvation. But they preferred to die here than in the gas chambers of Auschwitz.

It was from them that we heard the incredible stories of gas chambers and crematoriums, where thousands of our people were murdered every day.

Some of them told us that they were standing naked before the gas chambers when they were suddenly ordered to get dressed and were sent to our camp. The Germans must have been really desperate for workers to send these walking skeletons all the way from Poland.

Around March 1945, there were only a few of them left alive. One of them was known as “Chaim the Rabbi.” We never found out whether he was actually a rabbi, but he always washed his hands and made a blessing before eating. He knew the dates of the Jewish calendar, and also knew all the prayers by heart. From time to time when the Germans were not looking, he would invite us to participate in the evening prayers.

Our Jewish camp commander, Burgin, heard about him and tried to get him easier jobs. Most people died when they had to carry a 100 pounds of cement sacks on their backs, or other chores of heavy labor. He wouldn’t have lasted a day on a job like this. He once told me that if he would survive, he would get married and have at least a dozen children.

Around the middle of March, we were given a day off. It was a Sunday. The camp was covered with snow, but here and there the first signs of spring was in the air. We heard vague rumors of the American breakthrough into Germany and a glimmer of hope was kindled in our hearts.

After breakfast, consisting of a slice of moldy bread, a tiny piece of margarine, and brown water known as “Ersatz Coffee,” we returned to our barrack to get some extra sleep.

Suddenly we noticed “Chaim the Rabbi” standing in the snow and shouting, “Haman to the gallows! Haman to the gallows!”

“Fellow Jews, what is the matter with you?! Today is Purim! Let us make a Purim Shpiel!“

He had on his head a paper crown made out of a cement sack, and he was draped in a blanket that had cut out stars from the same paper attached to it.

We stood like petrified before this strange apparition, barely able to trust our eyes, while he performed a dance in the snow, singing: “I am Achashverosh, Achashverosh, the king of the Persians!”

Then he stood still, straightened himself out, chin pointed to the sky, his right arm extended in an imperial gesture and shouted: “Haman to the gallows! Haman to the gallows! And when I say ‘Haman to the gallows,’ we all know which Haman we are talking about!”

We were sure that he has lost his wits, as so many did in these impossible times. By now there was about 50 of us standing gaping at the “rabbi,” when he said: “Yidden wos iz mit ajch! Fellow Jews, what is the matter with you?! Today is Purim! Let us make a Purim Shpiel [a Purim play]!”

Then it dawned on us that back home, a million years ago, this was the time of the year when we children were dressing up for Purim, playing and eating Hamantaschen. The “rabbi” remembered the exact date according to the Jewish calendar. We hardly knew what day it was.

Chaim then divided the roles of Queen Esther, Mordechai, Vashti and Haman among the onlookers. I was honored to receive the role of Mordechai, and we all ended up dancing in the snow. So we had our Purim Shpiel in Dachau.

But that was not the end of the story. The “rabbi” promised us that we will get today our “Mishloach Manot,” our gifts of food, and we thought that it was hardly likely to happen.

But, miracle of miracles, the same afternoon, a delegation of the International Red Cross came to the camp. It was the first time that they bothered about us. Still, we welcomed them with open arms, because they brought us the “Mishloach Manot” that the “rabbi” had promised.

Here we were starving to death, and suddenly on Purim, we received these heavenly gifts.

Each one of us received a parcel containing a tin of sweet condensed milk, a small bar of chocolate, a box of sugar cubes, and a pack of cigarettes. It is impossible to describe our joy! Here we were starving to death, and suddenly on Purim, we received these heavenly gifts. Since then, we never doubted the “rabbi.”

His prediction also came true. Two months later Haman/Hitler went to the gallows, and shot himself in Berlin, while we, those of us who were still alive, were rescued by the American army, on May 2, 1945.

I lost track of “Chaim the Rabbi” on our Death March from Dachau to Tyrol, but I hope that he survived and had many children as he always wanted. I always remember him when Purim comes around, for the unforgettable Purim Shpiel in Dachau.

by Solly Ganor
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For his courage, faith, and infinite spirit, we honor “Chaim the Rabbi” as this week’s Thursday Hero at Accidental Talmudist.

With thanks to aish.com and Phyllis Leventhal

Image: Prisoners toast their liberation from Dachau, 1945

Thoughts for the holiday season

What gets to me is that I see Jewishness and supernatural creatures mentioned together in all sorts of contexts (“werewolf bar mitzvah” anyone) but everyone seems to be skipping part the most important part: 

Being a Jewish werewolf would suck

(What gentiles maybe don’t know is that the Hebrew calendar is solar-lunar, and almost every holiday falls on the fifteenth of the month. Which is also the full moon.) 

The Story of Purim via Twitter
 

AchashveiroshAdvisor1@JewsofShushan PARTY AT THE PALACE!

KingAchash: @AllAdvisors Bring Vashti ASAP #ShowOffTheWife

QueenVashti: @Advisor2 I ain’t goin’ nowhere…

KingAchash: Time for a new wife!

AchashveiroshAdvisor1: @WomenofShushan All the single ladies must come to the palace #UglyNotIncluded

HadassahEsther: I’m not going.

Royal Guards: @HadassahEsther You must come with us.

Heigai: @WomenofShushan Makeup counter is to your left.

KingAchash: Picked my new wife! #Esther

HadassahEsther: : (

MordiJew: @HadassahEsther I am sitting by the gate #WatchingYou

Bigsan&Seresh: Guess what we’re up to!?

MordiJew: @HadassahEsther Bigsan and Seresh out to kill your hubby

HadassahEsther: @MordiJew Will let him know, thanks.

KingAchash: Mordechai saved my life #Chronicles

KingAchash: @Haman You’re gonna be my right-hand man

Haman: @KingAchash Sweet! Everyone is going to have to bow to me now #Power

MordiJew: @Haman Not gonna bow #JewsDon’tDoThat

Haman: Problem solved #GetRidofJews

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Yet another snow day today. I’m getting real sick and tired of this east coast weather - please can someone take me to Cali until the Jersey winter is over?

Anyway, this is me last night. My host family invited me to go with them to a party for….*insert Jewish holiday that I cannot remember the name of*. Everyone there was dressed up. I was not but my host mom did give me a crown so I could somewhat be a part of the festivities. 

A lot of people refer to me as a Princess anyway. I’m not sure if that’s because of my desire to be a Disney Princess or just because I’m so high maintenance but regardless, I feel like that crown belongs on my head…just sayin’.

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Hinei Ma Tov- Abayudaya Congregation of Uganda

As part of my contribution to #blackoutfriday, I figured I’d mention this song from a CD burnslikeabluedream got me for my birthday! This video has different singers than the one in my CD, but it is the same community and version. 

From the Putumayo “A Jewish Celebration” CD:

The Jewish Diaspora dates back thousands of years to the time when the Jews were first expelled from the Kingdom of Judah (located in what is now Israel) in the 6th Century BCE. Over the milennia, Jewish communities have spread across the Mediterranean, Eastern Europe, North Africa, and beyond. 
While the Beta Israel people of Ethiopia and the Lemba of South Africa and Zimbabwe profess ancient Jewish heritage, Eastern Uganda’s Abayudaya community converted to Judaism in 1919. The Abayudaya population today is about 1,500 people living in small villages. They follow many of the traditional Jewish rituals including observing the Sabbath, keeping kosher, celebrating Jewish holidays and praying in Hebrew. Their music, which is documented on the 2003 Smithsonian Folkways album “Abayudaya: Music from the Jewish People of Uganda,” reflects influences from Ugandan traditional rhythyms, songs from Jewish liturgy and contemporary music they learned from interactions with Jews from North America and Israel. 
Sung here in Hebrew and the Ugandan language Luganda, the lyrics of “Hinei Ma Tov” (Behold How Good It Is for Brethren to Dwell Together) are from Psalm 133 and the melody was composed by members of a Jewish youth group in the 1980s. 

More than 1,000 Muslims show up to protect Jews at the Oslo synagogue

Some anti-Muslim activists said they wouldn’t even be able to get a dozen people to show up. As it turns out, more than 1,000 Muslims came out and formed a human shield around Oslo’s synagogue on Saturday, as a form of protection for the city’s Jewish community and condemning an attack on a synagogue in neighboring Denmark last weekend.

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