Rabbi Chaim did an op ed in the Bozeman Chronicle. Here it is.

By Rabbi Chaim Bruk, guest columnist

Apr 25, 2018

In 2013, while anticipating the adoption of our third child, we learned that he would be biracial. I was convinced that God sent this beautiful soul to us; yet, I had a few moments of doubt. I was questioning the Almighty, whether he was the right fit for our family. I couldn’t help but wonder how his life experience would play out as a biracial Orthodox Jew growing up in Big Sky country.

My beloved wife Chavie, firm and inspirational as ever, encouraged me to remain focused. “Let us shower our baby with love and warmth,” she said, “and let God worry about his future challenges.”

Growing up in Brooklyn, I was living in a bubble. Ohio seemed remote, Texas like another country and the Mountain West states were, in our mind, like another planet. Our family traveled upstate to Catskill Game Farm, to Pennsylvania’s Sesame Place and even enjoyed a memorable trip to Orlando, but west of the Mississippi was a foreign land to me. Yet, while rural America seemed far, far-away from the life I knew in America’s “five boroughs,” I have been blessed to learn, it’s the perfect place to live and raise my family.

In 2007, Chavie and I moved to Bozeman, opening the state’s first branch of Chabad Lubavitch. We were welcomed warmly by Jews and gentiles alike and, over the years, have garnered hundreds of friendships with people of all flavors. Living in Montana, for a decade now, I’ve developed a real appreciation, and admiration, for “fly over country” and its people.

I have found my fellow Montanans to be friendly, thoughtful and intrigued by my Jewish observance. Whether interacting with a bellman in the “big city” of Billings, a rancher from Kila or a state trooper in Butte, Montanans are genuinely caring and refreshingly authentic. They care more about their family than what car they drive, feed their animals before themselves and, no matter how busy they are, would pull over to help you on the side of the road, even if was minus 22 outside.

While I miss the kosher restaurants, the Sabbath atmosphere in the street and the opportunity to speak in my mother tongue, Yiddish, Bozeman has become home, and I’m a proud Montanan. “Love thy neighbor as thyself” is not merely a bumper sticker or a campaign slogan out here; it’s a way of life.
Raising Menny, who recently turned 5, has been an extraordinary blessing and incredible experience. He’s adorable with a one-of-a-kind personality; it’s hard to keep up with his super fun energy. From his dance moves that could put any hip-hop artist to shame to his one-liners that are so precious; from his care-free attitude while painting the beige carpet in his sister’s room red to his midnight longing for seltzer, he’s a ball of life.
He’s black, wears his Yarmulke proudly and loves praying with me in Synagogue, and our Jewish community ― along with our fellow Montanans ― embraces him unconditionally. He’s not seen as that “black boy,” and I’m not seen as that “adoptive father.” They just see us as a family.

Personally, I am not color blind. I do see peoples’ visible differences, but that doesn’t ― God forbid ― make me think less of them or contemplate treating them differently. Seeing diversity allows me to appreciate their individuality, their personal story, even more than if I would’ve ignored their uniqueness. Not to recognize people’s exceptionality is to deny them a part of their experience, a part of their core self.

While Montana, like the rest of the world, surely has a few people who are ignorant and judgmental, I am grateful to be raising my family in rural America, where people are welcoming, loving and open-minded. No, there isn’t much diversity in our backyard, but it’s a place where people take to heart the timeless words of our Declaration of Independence: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
God bless America.

Posted on April 30, 2018, in 2018, 5778, April, Iyyar, Ram's Horn. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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