Jesus Christ. I called in the middle of The Talk, Take Three. And they put me on speakerphone. So I got to be part of the hell for an hour.
"You know I'm completely on his side, right?" I said.
"Why am I not surprised," my mom said.
"Everyone's on my side!" my brother said.
"Yeah, pretty much everyone's on his side," I agreed.
"Who? Who's everyone?" she said.
"THE ENTIRE WORLD," I said. "Of sense," I added.
And then there was a whole lot of yelling about how we were so intelligent now after all that education they paid for, and it would have been better if we had not been educated, because then we would listen to them. I was sorry for not being racist, I was sorry for being intelligent, I was sorry we turned out so well, I was sorry that our vision of happiness was different from their vision of happiness.
Sometimes I had to hold the phone away from my ear, the yelling was so loud.
She asked if we'd thought about our sister and how it would affect her. I asked if she'd asked her what she thought, whether she thought her brother had hurt her by tarnishing our reputation and making it harder for her to find a husband, but of course they hadn't, because her opinions, like our opinions, don't matter.
They kept saying my brother's girlfriend's name wrong, and we corrected them, and they were like, whatever, and I said, "NO, not whatever, she has a name, Christ!" And they were like, whatever.
They were trying to hang on to their culture, and their culture did not allow Indians to marry non-Indians. Mixed-race couples didn't work, the existence of happy mixed-race couples was irrelevant, the fact that it was 2010 and there were more and more mixed-race couples was irrelevant, fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce only in America, Indian couples always make it work and don't get divorced and it's certainly not because they're too ashamed of the stigma to stop being unhappy in their relationship, Indians are the only ones who can compromise, and so on.
My mom had a complete breakdown over the fact that my brother had called her nosy. "I don't appreciate being called nosy!" she cried. I did not interject to say, "Dude, you're FUCKING NOSY." "If I was nosy, I would have found out about this a long time ago!" Okay, she had a point there. She clearly is not nosy enough.
They were afraid that he was going to lose them. "Why would I lose you?" my brother cried. "You're not going to come visit me? You're not going to come?" I wanted to reach through the phone and hug the poor kid. He was doing well, but he was a lot more emotional than I'd imagined from his IM retellings.
There was a silence. "Whether or not he loses you," I said, "is up to you." This wise statement was answered by my dad, who berated me for being so intelligent.
He asked me if I'd taken off the vacation time for the India trip, and I said my work schedule didn't allow it. My mom filled him in on my bullshit excuse, which was bullshit because my dad had worked for thirty years, and he took holidays and vacations, and he was a DOCTOR, so quit with my bullshit. I did not bother responding that the very fact that he WAS a doctor, for fuck's sake, meant he had a much more flexible schedule than someone in my industry, who had to adhere to deadlines and regulations.
Then they went on about how society would treat them. Look at all these Indian cultural events; how many white people do you see there???
"You don't think he's thought about this?" I asked. "You don't think he's thought about it all this time?"
"I don't know if he's thought about it!" she said. "I only just found about it."
"He understands the social implications, but he clearly thinks they're worth it because they are two human beings in a relationship!" At this, my dad cut me off because he's allergic to reason.
Then for some reason the subject changed to that e-mail I sent about not wanting to talk about marriage and why I had sent it to my aunt, and my brother and I had to explain the difference between sending and copying when it came to e-mail. And then they tried to ONCE AGAIN rope me back into the process, and I said that even if I knew it was good logically, I just could not deal with it emotionally.