It was a cold January night in Brooklyn. I was helping
my father provide a sound system for a Jewish high school
play. Normally when one thinks of Jewish people, they think
that they are just regular people who instead of going to
church go to temple. However there are many different types
of Jews. The ones my father and I were working for that
night were called Hasidic Jews. Every winter my father
would have several bookings of equipment rentals for their
high school plays. For a long time, I thought that, besides
some noticeable differences, they were the same as my Jewish
friends in school, but one night, something weird happened.
I was sitting on a box back stage doing my homework. Pops
and I had just finished setting up so I had time on my hands
to study. While doing my tricky Fifth grade work, I noticed
a small Hasidic toddler standing across the way just
starring at me. At first, I thought it was just a common
behavior of a small person, so not worried in the least bit,
I simply stared back at the tiny dude. Surprisingly, our
staring contest lasted for a long two minutes. It finally
ended when my father walked in and scared the poor kid away.
He did see us staring and asked what that was about. I told
him what had happened and his explanation for it was kind of
strange. He said the boy probably had never been that close
to black people in his life. When dad said that, I did not
think that was possible; knowing how many black people
there are in New York. Then He began to tell me about the
complexities of their culture.
Dad had been working with the hasidic community for
over twenty years. He said they would usually rent studio
time from him in Manhattan. Then eventually, they would ask
him to do on location work in other boroughs. After years
of talking to diff...