Am I Welcome At The Wall?
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Am I Welcome At The Wall?

It took me a while to realize that Jewish spaces will never be tailored made for me or for anyone else.

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The first time I visited the Kotel (Western Wall), I cried. I know this is nothing unusual. This historic place often invokes intense spiritual connection or deep reflection from its visitors, moving them to tears. I was certainly overcome by emotion, but for a completely different set of reasons than the usual visitor. I felt shock, frustration, confusion and anger. This place, a site I had known to be a hub of Jewish connection, appeared before me as the antithesis of what I knew Jewish connection to be.

I stood back from the wall, just before the start of a green fence that separated women from men. My father and brother excitedly marched ahead to the left side of the fence where circles of men covered by tallit (prayer shawls) and black coats danced in circles, singing and rejoicing in the Sabbath.

I stayed put, staring into the area to the right of the fence. There, some women quietly whispered their prayers into the wall, while others chased after toddlers or rocked babies in their arms. Many of the women pressed their faces against the fence, peering between the slats to observe the men’s rituals. None of them danced. None of them sang. In fact, very few of them even seemed to be there for themselves. It became clear to me that the left side of the wall was for celebrating Shabbat and the right side was an afterthought. The women’s side was meant to be quiet, meant to keep the children contained. It was not home to the type of Jewish matriarch ruach (spirit) with which I’d grown up.

Judaism has always been a part of my life that opens doors. It has been a source of connection between family and friends, a catalyst for curiosity and questioning and a home base for me to explore my identity. What I saw before me seemed to be a type of Judaism that boxed people in. I saw it separate families, silence woman and shepherd individuals into conformity. It irked me to see so many women who would rather sit on the sidelines and watch their husbands and fathers celebrate than take ownership of their own Jewish space. At that moment I could not articulate the reasons for my frustration, but my body knew it did not like this version of Judaism. I stood, stared and cried.

Photo Courtesy of Ruby Zeviit Russell.

I now see that for many women, tending to children is a way of embracing a Jewish lifestyle. Moreover, it’s the predominant way of embracing a Jewish lifestyle for women. It is the model of Judaism seen at the Kotel, and the model of Judaism that has the most power within Israel, and by extension, the Jewish world.

It is a model that I do not fit into.

I had to make a decision, to walk back from the Kotel and allow this mold to force me out of spaces that I am connected to, or walk forward, breaking the mold. Breaking the mold seemed to be the right thing to do. As a self-identified social justice advocate, I believe that stepping forward is almost always better than stepping back.

I walked ahead, red-eyed and clothed in baggy garments (the only outfit I could find that would cover my body enough for this Orthodox setting). I stepped up to the wall beside a girl who looked to be about the same age as I was, thirteen, only her long skirt and white long-sleeved shirt fell naturally on her. Her prayer book seemed to be just an extension of her body as she davened (prayed). I, on the other hand, was bookless and making up my ritual as I went. I pressed my hands against the wall for a moment, breathing in and out slowly. I tried my best to tune out the unsettling scene around me and just take in the magnificent ancient stones before me. It didn’t work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl beside me turn her head, looking at me with her eyebrows raised. Her expression blatantly read, “What are you doing here? You don’t belong.”

I left the Kotel that day puffy eyed and angry. That visit was my first confrontation with traditional Judaism. It made me realize that Jewish spaces are not always going to hold the type of Judaism that I identify with. And that’s just the way it is. I felt let down by this realization, but I was determined not to be deterred. I wanted to continue to take steps forward, coming back to the Kotel and exploring the range of Jewish spaces and styles of Judaism that are out there while taking up my space as a non-traditional Jewish individual. Even if it meant feeling like a fish out of water. The next time I went to the Kotel, I knew that if I wanted to get anything positive out of the experience, I would have to compromise.

Judaism is supposed to make us struggle, think and process.

I wore a red dress, long enough for the setting but just bright and badass enough for me. I let go of the expectation that this space would look the way I wanted Judaism to look. I accepted that it was Judaism nonetheless. I knew I wouldn’t perfectly fit in with everyone in the crowd, I wouldn’t necessarily look like them or act like them. I told myself that I belonged there nonetheless and that my form of Judaism was just as valid in that space. I even prepared a passive aggressive smile to flash at anyone who dared to give me another dirty look.

Jewish spaces will never be tailored made for me or for anyone else. But isn’t that kind of the point? We are known as Israelites which roughly translates to “those who struggle with G-d.” Judaism is supposed to make us struggle, think and process. Now, whenever I am presented with a type of Judaism that I am unfamiliar or uncomfortable with, I know that the most Jewish thing I can do is walk forward, processing and critically thinking every step of the way.

Ruby Zeviit Russell is a junior at The Cambridge School of Weston in M.A.

This article was originally published on Jewish Women, Amplified, the blog of the Jewish Women’s Archive, and was written as part of the Rising Voices Fellowship.

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