Indian immigrants to the U.S. in the 1960s and the 1970s were often troubled by inter-ethnic
marriages between their children and Americans of other races. However, as old taboos fall
in an increasingly interfaith America, here’s a philosophical yet practical case for embracing
these unions—offered by BHAGIRATH MAJMUDAR, MD, a veteran of the community and a
priest who has presided over 200 such weddings.
“Where are you from?”
Those of us who migrated to this country in the
1960s and 1970s may well remember how we were often
asked this question. This would inevitably happen
before we even opened our mouths to unleash our accents.
Our faces gave away our alien origin just like
the alien (green) cards we carried in our pockets. It is
comforting to know that we are seldom asked that
question anymore. We have merged with the large
American masses who are indifferent to our different
looks and demeanor.
In the blink of an eye we accomplished and conquered
many aspects of worldly success, despite our foreign origin.
Big homes, fancy cars, a sizeable income, and children
bringing home stellar straight A’s on their report cards have
all become everyday occurrences. We soon imported our
customs and culture from back home and invited our parents
from India to see our spectacular success. We thought
we had hit the jackpot.
We Wanted to Be Close to Americans…but Perhaps
Not This Close?
As time ripened, so did our children. They started dating
their American counterparts, usually secretly, since
their parents often opposed it with variable degrees of
vehemence. As a professor at Emory University, I remember
coming across Indian students who would abruptly
hide their faces if accompanied by an American member
of the opposite sex. I knew that this “hide and seek” would
not last too long, and sure enough, pretty soon I started
getting phone calls from many perturbed parents whose
children wanted to marry Americans! Their concerns:
What about our cultural and religious identity? What will
our parents and family back home say? Did we make a
mistake by coming to America? How strange will our
grandchildren look? Why are our children choosing Americans,
when we would allow them to marry any Indian
without any restrictions of caste, province, and language?
Why? The increasing frequency of interfaith marriages
somewhat muffles the strength of these questions, but
they still linger in many of our minds.
The Anatomy of Interfaith Marriages
Several factors seem to be at work, contributing to the
rise of interfaith marriages.
(1) American Upbringing: We cannot bring our
children up in America and seal them off from their surroundings.
They watch American movies and TV shows,
and they go to malls, shopping centers, and grocery stores,
buying only those products to which they have repeatedly
been exposed. This is a natural and logical consequence.
I remember, in India, how Gujarati children born and
raised in New Delhi looked, spoke, and thought differently
from their peers who were born and raised in Gujarat.
Similarly, children all across India today do not follow
their regional customs as much as those projected on
television. In fact, several years ago, an
article in the National Geographic attributed
the dying of indigenous cultural traditions
in India to the harmful effects of television.
American philosophers likewise
refer to the impact of television-oriented
culture as DIEversity.
(2) America-Centric Education: As
expected, education in both schools
and colleges is geared towards American
culture, history, and traditions. Accordingly,
Indian parents should not
be disappointed when their children
are grossly ignorant of Indian history,
geography, religion, literature, or even
common customs. As a Hindu priest, I
insist on proofreading all wedding programs, where “Pithi,”
the turmeric powder anointment ceremony, is often
spelled PITY! Many enthusiastic and inspired volunteers
in our community are dedicating their time and efforts to
bridge this gap through special educational programs in
language, religion, and culture.
(3) The College Experience: The college years serve to
further widen our cultural chasm. The “connect the dots”
lines between childhood and early youth seem to fade
away. The relationships formed by these young adults
are not based on culture and religion, but are harnessed
by habits, hobbies, and harmony of temperament. Parents
are still loved and cherished, but they are no more
the center of their life. Surging hormones generate emotions
and ideology previously unknown to them. They
are on the top of the world, with no fear of being toppled.
They choose their partners at this peak, with no consideration
of race, religion, color, or culture. Their chosen
partners may look American from the parental viewpoint,
but these parents fail to consider how their own “Indian
child” is also an American, progressively alienated from
the old Indian culture. This scenario was so poignantly pictured
in the movie Mississippi Masala, where an Indian girl
sees nothing objectionable in choosing an African-American
partner. Only when the parents on both sides are accommodating
does the “dieversity” turn into “survivacity.”
More and more families these days are making conscious
efforts to integrate interfaith marriages into their way
of thought and their way of life. I’m neither promoting
nor denouncing interfaith marriages. We just have to
lay down a firm foundation of faith in all marriages—same
faith or interfaith, so that all wedding knots are absorbed
and integrated like surgical sutures. Marriages have not
only to survive but also thrive.
(4) The Shrinking Globe: It’s not just our children,
but the whole world that is changing. Time seems to be
a great tailor, specializing in alterations. Indians are
reducing their resistance to eating meat, while many
Americans are turning into ardent vegetarians. Mexican,
Chinese, and Italian foods are regular visitors in Indian
kitchens, often dressed up in Indian
spices. The totally shaven heads of our
sadhus now adorn many males, and
the earrings and nose rings common
in India have found their place on the
faces of American women. Divorces after
expensive weddings are no longer a stigma.
If we have marched that far, then why be
shocked by interfaith marriages or resent
the progeny thereof, which will be Indonese,
Inderican, Korendian, Japandian? Considering
how even Americans are veering away
from their Black-White axis of thinking,
can this interfaith phenomenon really be regarded
as new to India, where we have mixed
progeny of English, Muslim, Greek, Portuguese,
German, French, and African heritages? I remember one
of my uncles having ocean-blue eyes, red hair, and marble-white skin!
The Call of Mother India and Bollywood
It is interesting to observe that the pull to other cultures
as described above is not unidirectional. India, too,
attracts our young people in a very special sort of way. It
begins when parents take their children to India for a visit,
where they are fascinated by the stark contrast of the two
worlds. They also inescapably feel the genuine love that
surrounds them there. The self-sacrificing quality of giving,
the contentment and happiness in the face of dire poverty,
the readiness of people to extend help to others, are
all some of the many images that our children capture indelibly
in their memory. This prompts them to repeat their
visits when young and to seek to volunteer in India when
grown. It is also amazing to see how Bollywood casts its
spell on all Indian children in America. They love Indian
movies, and the sight of a poster of Shah Rukh Khan on
their walls is no surprise! In fact, Bollywood could accomplish
a deviation of culture in decades that Banaras could
not do in centuries!
Blending the Old and the New
Two incidents in particular stand out from the many
in my memory. Quite a few decades ago, I was approached
by an Indian student who wanted to marry a Chinese
woman. His parents decisively rejected the idea and
refused to come from India to attend the marriage. I nevertheless
took the two of them under my wing and officiated
the wedding. Several years later, when we were
trying to get some standing room in a crowd gathered for
the Fourth of July fireworks at Lenox Square, I heard an
Asian woman call me by name. She took us to the 16th
floor of her office building, which offered a spectacular
view of the surroundings. Seated there were those same
two Indian and Chinese families, who apparently had
reconciled their differences. The couple now had two
“Indonese” children, who would go to their Indian grandparents
to eat samosas with their hands and to their Chinese
grandmother to eat noodles with their chopsticks…
The generation gap was most naturally and effortlessly
sealed by generation lap!
In the second event, I had taken a cab from the
Chicago airport to Evanston, Illinois. I asked the driver,
who had no distinguishing features of non-American
origin, if he knew of any good Indian restaurants. He
answered my question by opening his glove compartment
and giving me a jar of Indian pickles. “A few generations
ago,” he said, “my great-great-grandfather had
married an Indian woman in Trinidad. She always served
Indian pickles in all her children’s meals. Generations
have passed since then, but we have continued the
tradition, and I always keep a bottle of Indian pickles
in my glove compartment to accompany all my meals.
Please, take this bottle with you, and with it, you will
enjoy any food anywhere!”
I believe many of our customs and cultures are
die-hard. “Die-versity” may dilute them but not demolish
them.
The Future Has No Finish Line
The globe we inhabit is ceaselessly revolving. How
can we fasten a steady focus on an unsteady, fleeting
object? It is like the design seen through a kaleidoscope
held by a moving hand. We have no choice but to see
unpredictable patterns, which is the very nature of our
earthly existence.
How much have we changed from our earliest
ancestor, the amoeba? Amoebae divide and multiply.
We multiply and divide—and then hopefully reunite
again. To grumble about the present and admire the past
is an age-old trait of the aging and old. One time my
colleague from Lebanon gave an example of an excavated
stone with a strange language engraved on it. An archeologist
evaluated the stone and unearthed its contents.
“This stone,” he said, “is about 10,000 years old. The
words are written by an 80-year-old man who says that
life today is not what it used to be.”
A recent article in the National Geographic, titled
“The Changing Face of America,” concludes by quoting
Walt Whitman, “I am large, I contain multitudes.”
Similarly, our ancient scriptures, thousands of years earlier,
declared: “Ekoham Bahusyam,” meaning “I am one
who will become many.” The message remains the
same across the millenniums.
Bhagirath Majmudar is a professor of pathology and an associate
professor of obstetrics and gynecology at Emory University
School of Medicine.