Once upon a time, back in the spring, I attended a Zoom event sponsored by one of my synagogue book clubs featuring Rebecca Clarren. I already knew about her nonfiction reckoning with her familial past, but this fast-tracked it on my radar. I wanted to read this book for Nonfiction November. ….ooooor maybe in December, cos my November reading card got filled up. :P
Anywho. Maybe this book slips a little further than most into moral messaging, but that’s kind of the point. This is an “activism” book that, in part, states the facts, and then ponders paths towards retribution. Specifically speaking, Clarren’s family arrived to the United States in the early 20th century, and they took advantage of the Homestead Act to create said homestead on what is still called “Jew Flats” in South Dakota. The Homestead Act allowed for (predominately white, all non-Native) Americans and immigrants to claim 160 acres of surveyed government land, live and “improve” the land for six years, and then it was theirs.
The problem being that said land in midwestern America was, in essence, stolen (or at the very least swindled, with cultural genocide on the side,) from the Lakota peoples. Clarren’s family were barely aware of this reality. Arguably, as the victims of oppression themselves (the Sinykins immigrated to the U.S. following victimization in Russian pogroms) they couldn’t take on this mantle. But Clarren, a journalist, felt she had no other options.
Under the guidance of indigenous leaders, Clarren started studying Jewish religious texts with her rabbi, though unlike most books I read on this subject, the specifics of the research were rarely discussed, and mostly in broad terms. (Yes, religious Judaism believes in communal restitution for past wrongs.) The book itself was the start of Clarren’s teshuavah, or repentance. Side by side, she placed the narrative of her family and the narrative of the Lakota peoples. Where Rod Miller of The New York Journal of Books saw “some uncertainty in her conclusions” regarding the culpability of long-dead ancestors, I saw an intrinsically Jewish notion of struggle. Struggling with the nuances of reality, particularly in book-and-learning form, is traditionally our jam.
(Speaking of literary geekery, I gotta love how she included references from books I’ve read, like CASTE by Isabel Wilkerson, ON REPENTANCE AND REPAIR by Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg, and even JEWS AND BOOZE by Marni Davis. :P)
As an American, I was humbled anew by my lack of knowledge about indigenous peoples. Books like this, which in terms of policy take a straightforward and no-holds-barred approach to history help tip the scales, even just a little bit. Thank you to Clarren for her clear prose and ability to create compelling characters out of real human beings.
Beyond the dark side of American Exceptionalism/Manifest Destiny is the idea of assimilation. I’m perhaps too hypersensitive about this issue when it comes to Jewish history, where it was pervasive in some quarters but never federally mandated (the Lakota, of course, have had a very different experience.) My bigger issue is with Holocaust presentation, and how it’s used, even somewhat by Clarren, as the big example of antisemitism in the world. Clarren knows better, of course. Both of our families came from the same place, at the same time, from a violent hotbed of pogroms that predates Hitler by decades and centuries.
But I can’t extend that criticism into deeming this book is self-righteous sanctimony. To believe that sin isn’t real is to shirk off my religious heritage along with historical fact. Clarren doesn’t ask other Americans to engage in anything she isn’t doing herself. In terms of her activism beyond this book, may it bend towards justice. In terms of this book itself, as she wrote in Moment Magazine, the “entangled histories” of the Lakota peoples and of immigrant American Jews “pull and push against each other refute the idea that pieces of the past exist in isolation. In its most basic form, this is an American story. It belongs to us all.”