No Homecoming for Some
There's a visceral homesickness for Jerusalem, where I lived for about 8 months back in 1996.
Humor at how seriously we bloggers take ourselves.
Frustration at how poorly the rest of the world seems to know/understand the real Israel.
Sadness, knowing that I would have a difficult time being accepted for Aliyah, despite my conversion, my strong commitment to the Jewish people, and to sustaining the Jewish homeland.
When I converted three years ago, after a long, long time of contemplation, and having been married to Bad Cohen for four years, I knew that my (Reconstructionist) conversion would not be accepted by some other Jews. That I would continue to be seen as an interloper, despite mikveh and bet din, kashrut and other halacha I adopted.
I was OK with this. It was, and is, more important for me to true to my own beliefs and practices, within the context of my Jewish community, than to kowtow to a small group who claim to have the only legitimate version in order to gain wider acceptance.
What's galling is how the increasingly narrow definition of Judaism staked out by this group is imposed on the official policies of a nation/state that is supposed to be a homeland for all the Jews. Sadly, my homeland is a place where I will only be welcome as a foreign visitor.