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They were never going to tell my sister what we had done the night before. The secrecy may have added thrills, but it also added resentment. I never asked my parents why they didn’t want me to date shiksas, because I already knew the answer.
Prior to this period, the Bible recognized patrilineal descent, whereby one’s Jewish status was determined by one’s father.Besides, I had known every Jewish girl within dating age since birth. I attended the same nursery school, Hebrew school, and Sunday School as every other Jewish kid my age. Her parents knew she was dating a Jewish boy and though they weren’t happy about it and preferred she didn’t bring me over to meet them, they didn’t tell her she was going to hell or suggest she try to save me. We didn’t live in the same part of town, so we met once a week at Eastgate Mall. The first time I met her, I thought to myself, that girl looks like an Afghan Hound, but in a good way.Chattanooga had a decent sized Jewish community, enough of the chosen people to support three synagogues (Orthodox, Conservative and Reform) and a Jewish Community Center, but there weren’t that many of us and we tended to stick together. Dating a local Jewish girl would be like kissing your first cousin. She was tall and thin with straight auburn hair that covered the sides of her long face.We bore witness to the piles of dead bodies, the emaciated prisoners, and the lamps made from human skin, all in grainy black and white that made it even more grim, like home movies from hell. Emotionally, I wanted a girlfriend and I didn’t see that happening with any of the Jewish girls I grew up with in Chattanooga. I wanted to be a Jew without the having to worry about our survival. We each told our parents a story about where we’d be over the weekend and took a bus to Atlanta.I didn’t think about the burden the six million Jews slaughtered during the Holocaust placed on my life. We didn’t decide to have the abortion because of our differences in religion. Apparently, Dad had been keeping secrets of his own. The smugness in his voice as he said that one sentence didn’t help.The Jewish girls weren’t interested in talking to me at all, because they also viewed me as immediate family.
Having someone to talk to you was great, except that Claudia had a tendency to try and sound more knowledgeable than she actually was.David brought her to the house and hung out with her in his bedroom in the basement, the Stones and Hendrix blaring from his RCA stereo while the two of them did God knows what.God knew, but my parents didn’t, and that drove them crazy. Besides, the whole date-within-your-kind thing made me feel like I was a purebred dog.My date and I were left alone, sitting on a stone bench, counting the city lights. She once confessed to the other girls in our Sunday school class that she shaved her pubic hair.She was curious what it would feel like, so she just did it.It was one of the rare times my parents saw me go out with a girl.