Addendum to fortune telling nostalgia

Since I posted about my great-great grandmother I’ve been thinking about the complicated issue of fortune telling and how, in that sense my family is an anomaly.

The author of the STFU, Gadje! tumblr puts it very succinctly:

“Gypsies – Rroma and real Traveller people – do not have psychic abilities. We are real people, not caricatures. When a Rroma/Walking Person does resort to fortune telling, it is as a person of color being forced to conform to racist stereotypes of their own people in order to survive.

This happens disturbingly often. My own grandmother did tarot readings with gadje for money when times got tough, but she always told me, if she caught me doing anything similar, she would tan my own hide.”

So this is a more common response to the fortune-telling business. It’s usually common-sense advice for money in hard times, done out of necessity under the shadow of oppression.

For my family, it’s a little different. During WWII Germany, my grandmother was not allowed to talk about or practice so many of her heritage’s customs, but every Sunday afternoon, her extended family would come over and read each others’ tea leaves. It became not only a connection with her family during dark times when everything was uncertain and the threat of death and torture was ever-present– it was also one of the few glimmers of her culture that she was allowed to practice. It was discreet, so even if an officer did burst in, they were just drinking tea, right?

Perhaps reading tea leaves, palms, and cards made my relatives feel more in control of their lives, or more aware, during an unspeakably frightening time. It became so important that they practiced it with a seriousness that most other Romanies would balk at. They would meditate before reading, allowing their minds to empty so as to be more receptive. They would stare at the dregs in a cup, the lines of a palm, or a card spread as though it were a mandala and would not speak until the shapes unlocked before their eyes. After my grandmother immigrated to The States, she became notorious for her eerily accurate readings. All that meditation must have paid off, is all I’m sayin’.

My grandmother taught me to read palms when I was five, and then cards and tea leaves when I was sixteen. It was important to her that I knew how to read, really read, that I practiced the art responsibly. She told me it would always be a helpful skill, and she was right. I worked as a fortune teller for years, and enjoyed it, and a lot of my clients felt I was accurate in a helpful way, not in a terrifying carnival-machine way. And as it was for her, fortune telling became one of the most salient cultural practices for me, along with dance and music. It also became one of the most cherished memories I have of her, and it’s something we still do together when I visit. But I understand that what is a “cultural practice” for me is a practice of necessity for others and a source of great sadness, shame, and desperation. It would be irresponsible not to acknowledge that. I’m trying to navigate the complexity and richness of this topic with the main character of the novel, too.

With that said, check out STFU gadje! which is not at all aggressive as the name might suggest. She has some interesting posts and helpful tips about cultural appropriation, misrepresentation, conscious language, etc, for example, why you shouldn’t name your pets “Gypsy.” Funny story though, my grandmother named her horse Gypsy for a laugh when she was younger. She’s a proto-hipster, I’ve decided. So much ironic reappropriation, and then some earnest reappropriation, too. And we all know that the mark of a good hipster is when you are unable to tell the difference.

To be fair, horses are very special creatures in Romani culture. But yeah, don’t name your pets Gypsy, unless, I suppose, you’re a Romani hipster and will enjoy explaining the reappropriation to everyone your pet meets. In that case, go forth and be ironic!

Every culture is made up of individuals.

Note:

* Gadje isn’t a derogatory term, it’s just a word for people outside the culture (non-Romani people).

* I know people who have named their pets Gypsy and in no way meant to be hurtful or offensive, they just didn’t know not to. It’s ok. I still love you.

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4 thoughts on “Addendum to fortune telling nostalgia

  1. Are you still leaving in Paris , I would like to meet t you face to face because I will be in Paris on Friday,I am from south Africa travelling in Europe.

  2. gatcho martin says:

    Coincidently the day you wrote this, 28.8.2013, – was the day that after a 10day period of leaving notice as of 18.8.2013 issued by city Duisburg / Germany the housing complex :
    “In den Peschen” situated in Rheinhausen suburb – about 400 roma had to leave their appartements otherwise risking police escortation. Interesting to know: schooling of their kids was too often a problem for the city to organize. The city (mayor = Soeren Link SPD) tried to kick out rumanian passportholders as the nearing 1.1.2014 was nearing. After that day came Duisburg was called home for another 18.000 roma from romania within about 1 and half years. Since 1.1.14 Rumania and Bulgaria was a non-reglemented free to move member of EU.
    The city is still trying to denial schooling. Its still Soern Link and a certain Mr. Kruetzberg (SPD) responsible for it. Only one other high ranking lady (Domna Dr. Daniela Lesmeister of CDU) helping out now. She constantly talks of “german Schaeferhund has right to live in 10m2” … Doing so when adressing “Problemhaeuser” and she is sporting a 1930ties BDM hairstyle (double wooven from side to one wooven) with her blond hair sometimes aswell – as photocovered in NRZ in autum 2016.
    All this people of course coming in favour of a functioning social system – which is not forbidden. But denial of schooling is a crime. The city bosses getting more and more tricky about this.

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