by AVI VINCE
It is on every magazine at the newsagent…TomKat is no longer. While speculation continues to run rampant, you can’t help but decide the reasons for the sudden split. In the weekend paper, it was reported that the split had everything to do with Scientology.
That Katie Holmes didn’t want her daughter, now school age, to enter that world. So much so, that Katie has enrolled high-heel wearing Suri into a Catholic school. Whether it may be true or not, it begs the question, does it work when parents are from different religions?
As a product of parents with completely different religions, I can confidently say yes. My parents are still married after 38 years. But it isn’t easy.
My mum is Christian and my dad is Jewish. When they got married, and even today, this set up isn’t acceptable to many. Mainly with the fact that my mum isn’t Jewish. Which means I (and my siblings) can’t be Jewish. In the Jewish faith, kids can only be mums religion…mainly because there is no doubt they are hers. Not the most trusting of religions. Anyways, it means that my dad’s Jewish sperm is completely wasted in creating Jewish children to continue the faith (and do a silent “screw you” to the previous Nazi agenda).
And while there were people who gave my parents grief when they got married, you would think it would’ve ended by the end of the seventies when free love was firmly in place. Not quite.
I remember standing in line at primary school ready to enter the classroom (do you remember those days). A line for the girls and a line for the boys. It just so happened that two of the popular boys of our year stood opposite me in the boy’s line. Never belonging to the girl’s popular crowd, I was amazed when they talked to me, “So, what religion are you anyway?”
At 9 years old, I had no idea what they were talking about. No one had really taught me anything about religion.
I mean, I went to bible studies during lunch hour. Not because I wanted to learn about the bible, but because my best friend wanted to go, and really, who else was I going to hang out with at lunch. So I did my best friend duty and went along. I didn’t even really understand what they were talking about.
All I remember was that there was someone called God, he apparently lived in the clouds (most likely with Care Bears who were up there too according to Saturday morning TV), and if you did something bad it was called a sin and you had to beg for forgiveness by saying a prayer.
I remember during one lunch time without bible studies, my best friend swore (I can’t remember why) but I think it was a pretty mild “Hell”. I do remember the fear on her face for sinning and how we quickly said a prayer so that one day we could join God and the Care Bears.
“Well, do you celebrate Christmas?” This answer I knew, “Yes.” “So then you’re Christian.” Great, I was Christian. That seemed like a good one to be. “So then why is your name Jewish?”
Thankfully, God looked down and prompted the teacher to come out and lead us into class. Thanks God.
The boys, who turned out to be Jewish, were right. My name is Hebrew and therefore, people often assume I am Jewish. When I respond that I am half Jewish and half Christian, there is rarely a nice expression as a response.