Jesus was not white or why I am disapointed with Fisherman Warf’s Wax Museum

When I was a pre-teen I belonged to a Christian church called the Church of Christ. I was never sure what denomination we were as I was always told we were just Christians. It was a small unassuming church and congregation.  There were no pews; we sat on uncomfortable folding chairs while the pastor Larry Wilkenson stood before us behind a small podium.  It was a pleasant experience is some ways. I remember eating lunch with Larry and his wife after the Sunday service. They had no children of their own so they doted on me as if I were their only grandchild.  The members of the church were country folk who had strong ties in the community and with each other. The down side of this church was their unwillingness to consider other denominations as true Christians. I was not allowed to play with the Catholic children near us, nor was I to in anyway admire Mother Teresa or Gandhi (who is my ultimate hero).  This and other reasons are why I gave up the faith. I do not know what I believe now, but I do believe if there is a g-d then I doubt he would bare people who do good from entering heaven simply because their dogma was “off’ somehow.
Anyway, one day as Larry spoke I became bored like most 12 year olds are apt to do. I sat staring at our large Jesus on the Cross above Larry. It struck me that Jesus looked awfully European for someone who supposedly came from the Middle East; I have family who are descendant from the area and do not look like Jesus did. Because I was 12 and came from a small American town I assumed all people started out white and over time became darker. This was my only explanation for Jesus’ look.
The question of “which color came first” stuck with me in my early twenties. Because I flunked out of college (not because I was not college material, rather I made poor choices in life) I did not know about evolution or human migration. When I found out we most likely started out in Africa the question then turned to “when did Middle Eastern people become darker than Jesus? Being a waitress I had a lot of time to think about this and try to form an educated reason for a white Jesus that seemed to be in every picture and cross I saw.
One day while home I turned on the Phil Donahue show (for those of you too young to know him, he was the Oprah of his day). On this particular show a professor of Middle Eastern studies was on arguing his case for a darker Jesus.  He was trying to educate the audience on how Europe “whitened Jesus. A light bulb came on: Jesus was not white we in the west made him in our image! Duh!!!  We want our savior to look like us so we can identify with him. Other cultures do the same; there are African Jesuses and Asian Jesuses. Each culture portrays him in their own image.  I know that now but it still bothers me to see a very European looking Jesus. Here is why:
As a nation we tend to view darker people as “others”. We are suspicious of them and tend to treat them as inferior. We did this in the past and now see our nation divided on whether our 44th president is black, white, Christian or Muslim.  We are scared Hispanics will take all of our jobs or that they will be outsourced to India.  Many Americans try to place personal woes on these “others”. But what if we had always seen Jesus as darker than us? What if we accepted the fact that our savior was non-white? Would we be as suspicious or would be a lot more tolerant of other cultures? I will never forget a caller on the Donahue show who screamed “Jesus is white, he is white!!!” Her obvious fear that her personal savior might possible be an other, tells me we may in fact be a different nation had we always accepted that Jesus was darker than we are. In this day in age we should know better.  This is why when I saw these wax figures at Fisherman Warf’s Wax museum I was disappointed.  Jesus and those who followed him do not look Jewish, nor do they look Middle Eastern. These figures are very European looking. We need to teach our children this is not really the case.  They need to know darker people are not other and that the man behind the Christian religion was not white.

San Francisco Arcade Musuem. Execution was fun!

So Thursday saw Alex and me at Fisherman’s Warf. This time around we visited the back streets and stumbled upon an arcade museum. I laughed, figuring we would see old Pacman games (we did, he played) and some 1950-60 pinball machines. Imagine our surprise when we were met with machines from the late 1800’s and early 1900. There were fortune tellers, creepy laughing clown babies, dancing marionette people and weirdest of all, execution games.  I took some pictures of the strangest games; an opium den and two executions. 
I am not sure what the attraction of these games were. One of the games shows a man being hanged; I thought watching public executions were popular before the enlightenment. Apparently I was wrong.  
I tried to find the history of these games to no avail. All I learned is that these are from England and date to the late 1800’s. They were called penny arcades and over time evolved into boardwalk fun and finally the games we now have in our homes thanks to Atari and Nintendo.  I found some other strange games while surfing the net. Here is a link to a haunted house and Irish wedding. http://bit.ly/a4QpLm.  Oh and a creepy kid in a sailor suit. I am not sure this was designed as a game; rather it may have been used as a threat to unruly children. “Be good kids or I will put a penny in this game and make you watch the laughing crazy child”. I know the threat would work on me! Enjoy the pictures. Ignore the dates on the pictures.  My camera tends to make its own dates. I am working on a fix.

 Next blog: The Wax Museum of Fisherman’s Warf wants us to believe Jesus was white.
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