Thursday, August 21, 2008

SFJFF Film Review #2

Thanks to editor-extraordinaire/ Bombay Jew Crew member Robbie for helping with this!


In Search of Self, and the Bene Israel

The Bene Israel of India are one of the lesser known Jewish communities in the world, but their rich (albeit controversial) history belies their obscurity. Legend maintains that the Jews’ origins in India commenced with a shipwreck on the western coast sometime around the 2nd century BCE. Over the centuries, the community established itself in Mumbai (Bombay), where Sadia Shephard’s maternal grandmother, Rachel Jacobs, grew up. In Search of the Bene Israel chronicles her attempts to uncover her grandmother’s ancestry amongst the Bene Israel, and in the process, she learns much more about the present conditions of the community. The film’s greatest strength is the range of human experiences she shares, from a rural village elder to urban young adults, all caught between modernity and tradition in today’s India. Moreover, the tensions faced by these characters reflect the internal tensions of the filmmaker’s own cultural and personal identity.

At only 35 minutes, the documentary weaves blurry black and white footage of Shephard’s deceased grandmother with present day full-color documentation of the everyday realities of Bene Israel Jews in Bombay and a rural Maharashtran village. We learn at the start of the film that after growing up in the thriving Jewish community of Bombay, Shephard’s grandmother married a Muslim man and they were forced to migrate to Pakistan during Partition in 1948. Joining a Muslim community meant abdicating her Jewish identity, but she continued to hold it close to her heart. Although Shephard does not discuss this in the film, it is worthwhile to mention Jews and Muslims lived side-by-side, apart from Hindus in large, mixed cities such as Bombay and Ahmedabad, due to shared dietary habits. Thus, integration and intermarriage has been a common phenomenon amongst Bene Israel Jews for centuries.

Meanwhile, the filmmaker grew up outside of Boston to a Pakistani Muslim mother and white Protestant father. Shortly before her death, Shephard’s grandmother revealed her Jewish background; Shephard pledged to explore those roots to learn the full story of her own past. In seeking to gain insight into her own blended cultural identity, she deftly reveals the conflict, tension, and pride related to the unique Bene Israel heritage.

Such a human perspective encourages the viewer to relate not only to the film characters, regardless of our differing point-of-view as San Francisco Jewish Film Festival-goers, but also to the filmmaker herself. Moreover, Shephard’s longing for her grandmother and the Bene Israel community’s wistfulness over its decreasing population remaining in India create a parallel structure which frame the stories of the film.

We meet David Wasker, the village elder seemingly trapped in an older, simpler time, who maintains that his life is firmly in India. Contrastingly, Ronen and Hannah, two young Mumbaikars approaching their arranged marriage, eagerly anticipate the many opportunities awaiting them in Israel. These youngsters have to choose between cultural familiarities back home in Bombay and the dual promises of prosperity and religious freedom. Although the Waskers have adult children in Israel (who recently visited after 10 years away), they are unwilling to leave their village, even as much as they recognize the desire amongst the younger generations to seek greater opportunity.

It is hard to discern which is the greater draw—living in the Jewish homeland, or simply a more affluent and developed country. Another character has greater clarity in his more religious motivations for making aliyah than Ronen and Hannah appear. Even as the middle class booms in India and more young people are finding wealth unprecedented in previous generations, these Jewish souls still yearn for Zion.

Between mass migration to Israel in previous generations and the continued movement there now, the loss of the local Jewish community is reflected by Shephard’s distant cousin, coincidentally also a filmmaker (in Bollywood). Speaking of her memories of community religious celebrations, she remarks, "I remember there being lots of people, then not so many people, then no one." For all of Shephard’s touching human stories, the film’s brevity left many questions unanswered, including more information about this cousin.

Having lived in Bombay for several months last year as an American Jewish World Service volunteer, I was privileged to spend some time with this special community. I attended programs at the Bombay JCC, staffed by American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee volunteers (including a Fiddler On The Roof sing-a-long), participated in a Passover seder, heard megillah reading on Purim at one of the historic synagogues, and even received schooling in kabbalistic/ayurvedic healing over Shabbat dinner. With this brief personal introduction to the Bene Israel, I hoped the film could fill in some of the gaps of my understanding of the community's background.

I expected a historical record of the Bene Israel and possibly a review of the other Jewish communities in India, particularly focusing on the unique fact that this community has never been persecuted. Beyond this sort of background, other questions arose about the experience of Indians once they immigrate to Israel. Are they thriving, or is part of the wistfulness of the remaining community members related to a lack of success of their relatives in Israel? Do they integrate with the many cultures and ethnicities in Israel or do they stay in separate enclaves? Are they losing Indian culture as they assimilate into Israeli nationhood?

Even without answering these questions, Shephard has produced a charming film which insightfully reveals the complexities of modern Bene Israel identity. I wanted more - more about other members of the community, more about their lives in the context of Bombay, and more about their place in the Subcontinent’s mix of cultures. As is, however, the film is a wonderful taste of this unique community, and Shephard has absolutely captured a firm sense of her family's past. I look forward to learning more about her experiences in her recently published book, The Girl From Foreign.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

What better way to put the Jew in Jewish Film Festival than arranging to get in for free?

And how, you may ask? By writing the following review for my friend's blog, I got a free pair of press tickets. Suh-weet.


Flipping Out - What's It All About?

Yoav Shamir’s latest documentary film sketches post-IDF Israelis travelers in India who experience severe psychotic episodes known as Flipping Out. These lost youngsters are brought back to sanity by an unlikely crew: a Chabad rabbi based in Kasol (who himself traveled in India in a drugged haze years prior), an ex-Mossad agent (likened by SFJFF Program Director Nancy Fishman to Santa Claus) hired by Israeli families to track down their children, and an aging Israeli hippie running a Bayit Cham (Warm House, the secular equivalent to Chabad, run by the Israeli government).

After receiving their discharge bonus, early 20something Israelis leave en masse to travel and blow off steam, seeking freedom from the structure and authority of the army. While Shamir accurately portrays the responsibility-free backpacking lifestyle that young Israelis embrace in India, part of the story is missing. Although the film opens with male soldiers destroying undisclosed property, setting a tone that all is not well back home, he only hints at what they are running from through limited flashbacks, contrasting the vibrant colors of the Indian landscape with black and white military footage. However, the very absence of sufficient background about the army is perhaps intentionally representative of the reluctance many Israelis have to discuss these experiences, and the glaring silence symbolizes the very reason for this escapism.

Another weakness in the film is the assumption that flipping out is caused by drugs. After the opening military footage, Shamir shows a group of Israelis taking huge bong and chillum hits as part of a normal morning routine in a picturesque Himalayan cloud forest. While drug abuse is certainly related to the onset of many psychiatric illnesses, automatically blaming these episodes on drugs seems to avoid holding the military accountable for its role. The question is never explicitly asked, why are these kids doing so much drugs? The testimony of 26 year old kibbutznik Eyal Goldstein, shot in eerie nighttime footage with echoes of a nearby all night trance beach party, demonstrates the tensions within the post-army drug-using traveler. He mentions feeling much better and happier in India rather than Israel, away from the pressures of domestic life, but also expresses fear around inheriting his mother's mental illness as a result of his own ecstasy use. Certainly the causes of flipping out are complex, but it is notable that while Shamir is unwilling to point an explicit finger at Tzahal for its effects on soldiers (let alone its victims on the ‘other side’), the Deputy Prime Minister readily agrees that it is the State of Israel’s responsibility to fund social service programs in India for “our boys and girls,” during an official state visit to the Goa Bayit Cham.

Further, Shamir seems to insinuate that turning to religion is some sort of extension of the flipping out, intimating that religiousness is just another form of psychosis. It is curious that multiple characters emerge from flipping out as ba’alei t’schuvah (literally: masters of the return, a term used to describe people who become ultra-religious, similar to born-again)*. There is very little coverage of the other services provided to all Jewish travelers, not just stoned Israelis, by Chabadnikim.

In focusing so sharply on this particular experience of Israelis in India, little room is left for the Indian perspective of Israelis. Shamir does not show that India is experiencing a vast profusion of Hebrew signage, locals learning the language, restaurants serving Israeli food (best falafel outside of Israel!), and Chabad, Beit Yehudi (Jewish House, the Bretslav Chasidim equivalent to Chabad), and Bayit Cham spreading across the country like chicken pox. Popular tourist areas are derisively called ‘Little Israel,’ and Israelis carry a reputation of being loud, stoned, unruly, and rude. One guest house owner comments on this reputation, but overall the Indian side is not represented. In one provocative scene, local village workers in Goa hired to dig ditches earnestly ask for Moti, a mentally troubled Israeli who hired them in a manic delusion. The relationship between privileged Israelis and impoverished Indians that depend on their tourism is a tenuous and multifarious one, but Shamir barely hints at it.

The experience of women is also largely ignored in the film, relegated mostly to the Chabad rebbetzin, Bayit Cham wife, and a friend of Moti who is insinuated to be invested in him solely out of sexual interest. A simple mention of statistics showing that more men serve in combat units, and more men than women flip out would have addressed my low-grade feminist outrage at the gender bias. Still, it is not the case that young women are any less motivated to travel—in fact, one woman explains to the Deputy Prime Minister of Israel that she is happier in India because she is away from the bombings, corruption, and tension of Israel.

Although multiple perspectives are excluded from the film, overall Flipping Out effectively conveys the struggles of a generation of Israelis through an even-paced, captivating series of character sketches. With more context and background, the film’s message would be even more compelling.

Jocelyn spent 6 months volunteering and traveling in India in 2007, and chronicled her experiences at jocemberg.blogspot.com. She currently lives in San Francisco and works in the nonprofit sector.

*A postscript: I don't remember whether it was in Mumbai or outside of Dharamsala in Dharamkot that I heard this, but some Chabadniks were explaining how the Hebrew word for India, Hodu, is an anagram of the word for Jewish: yehudi-- so in going through India, Israelis found their Judaism. Achaa! Achaa! (not to be confused with achha- Hindi for fine/ok/good).

Monday, June 9, 2008

Nearly a year later

The NY Times finally reports on what we saw everyday in Mumbai: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/09/world/asia/09gated.html?pagewanted=2&ei=5070&en=63bcc34bd3a87470&ex=1213675200.
Great article on the "Two Indias."

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Readjusting

10 days back in San Francisco, and I'm still feeling overwhelmed- with being back, with how out of touch with reality SF is, with starting over, with running into people I know all over the place... All just so strange. And how am I supposed to answer in one sentence the ubiquitous question, 'how was India?'

But I am really enjoying eating all of the foods I missed- like an almond croissant this morning at Tartine. Yum!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/benjiholzman/collections/72157600921805934/
Benji posted the pics from our northern travels. This one is a favorite: http://www.flickr.com/photos/benjiholzman/877187261/in/set-72157600966974922/ (I was sick and very cold in Leh, way up in the Himalayas.)

When I have regular computer access, I'll write more, I promise.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Returned

I'm back in San Francisco safe and sound as of Monday morning. My first American meal was French toast with strawberries at IHOP, followed by pizza muffins for lunch and a tostada salad at dinner- thus combining salad and a burrito into one delicious whole. The much anticipated burrito itself was consumed yesterday. It feels good to be home, but strange- as if the past 6 months didn't even happen, everything just feels the same. But slightly altered, almost indistinguishably... or maybe that's still the jetlag talking.

Biggest news is that my brother got engaged over the weekend! I went with my future sister-in-law yesterday to the jeweler's and saw 4 people I knew on the way back home (to Dina's place where I'm crashing).

Still so much processing to do. I keep on wanting to say "ek minute" and other Indianisms, and it's especially strange to be without Benji... To be back in SF, but not in my own apartment, and still living out of suitcases, is kind of a false sense of home. But, it's still great to be here.

More to come.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

What a long, strange trip it's been

Not to be completely cliché, but the time has unbelievably come. I leave tonight for San Francisco from Delhi, after the biggest whirlwind of my life. Since the last post about Srinigar, we've been in Dharamsala and Rishikesh, and now in the midst of the Delhi monsoon.

In the coming days and weeks back home, I'll try to fill in all the gaps of the journey, and link more photos and video. Thanks for coming along this journey with me, and stay tuned!

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Headlines

In lieu of more time and a better internet connection, today's entry will have to suffice as assorted headlines which highlight our recent travels and adventures.

The Incredible Time Vortex of Leh

The Changing Faces, Foods, and Fashions of India

Holy Hippies at the Leh Beit Yehudi (Jewish House)

The Bizarre Mating Rituals of Kashmiri Animals

What Rhymes with Srinigar? (or, delirious musings after a canceled 5am bus)

Over the Himalayas and Across the Indus to Srinigar We Go

"If you only give me a chance, I can make you happy" and Other Tout Techniques

This One Time on a Boat Called Islamabad with 3 Israelis

Colonialist Tourism on a Docked Houseboat

More soon. And- thanks to all of you who have sent me connections for the Obama campaign dream job!!