I picked up Crossing Over: One Woman's Escape From Amish Life when it came into the check-in room at work alongside The Amish Family Cookbook. I liked the juxtaposition and I thought it might be fun to read a sordid tale of the Amish life and how one woman bravely escaped the confines of head-coverings and not driving cars. (That sounds flip, and it is, but we tend to picture the Amish as quaint and cute and harmless, but being born into a situation like that where you can be excommunicated for doing many of the things the average American does every day has to be...odd.)
And it was indeed an interesting tale of small-scale repression and how closed-in communities enforce a kind of thought control by preaching the dangers of talking to anyone outside.
Yet, even though I empathized with the storyteller, Irene Garrett, who ended up running away from her Amish life with a non-Amish man who served as a driver for her family and the other Amish in and around Kalona, Iowa, in some ways she just exchanged one form of overbearing social structure for another.
I give you this creeptastic passage: Later, Ottie tried to lighten the mood when he reminded me I'd be able to assemble a new wardrobe.
"You can go shopping and buy anything you want. Satin and silk, frills and pastels. All the things you like."
"Yes," I said smiling.
"And we can travel, and be alone, and one day, perhaps, raise a family."
"I know," I said.
"But if you're gonna be my wife, you're gonna have to do one thing. You're gonna have to shave your legs. You're not Amish anymore, you know."
"Right here? Right now?"
"Yep," he said, and he pointed to an electric razor he had brought along, one of the few possessions he had extracted from his house before we left. "You can use that if you like."
"You're sure?"
"I don't see why not."
Then he handed it to me, this English gadget of modern convenience, and I rolled down my leggings and began shaving the thin strands of hair from my calves.
I was nervous, just a little bit scared, and missing my family despite our differences.
At the same time, Kalona all of a sudden seemed a long ways off. Granted, if she's going to start integrating into "English" society ("English" is what they call all non-Amish people) she's would probably start shaving her legs eventually anyway. But, having just run away from home, making a huge and pretty much irreversible decision to leave the people and community she's always lived with, it seems odd to suddenly say, "Also, there's this one condition I have regarding your body with which you must comply if this whole 'me taking care of you outside in the big bad world' thing is going to work out."
Basically, I'm saying that while she might be writing this to show how much better her life is now that she's not among the Amish, I'm reading it thinking how fukt up her perceptions of the world and how it should be are, and how sad it is that she's among people whose sphere of acceptable behavior is still on the strictly traditional side.
But she does appear to be happy, and that's good.