Differences
            
            
             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 dif...