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UnorthodoThe Scandalous Rejection o My
Hasidic Roots
Deborah Feldman
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Library o Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Feldman, Deborah.
Unorthodo : the scandalous rejection o my Hasidic roots / Deborah Feldman.
p. cm.
1. Feldman, Deborah, 1986– 2. Jews—New York (State)—New York—Biography.
3. Hasidim—New York (State)—New York—Biography. 4. Hasidim—New York
(State)—New York—Social conditions. 5. New York (N.Y.)—Religion. I. Title.
F128.9.J5F525 2012
974.7'044092—dc22
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ISBN 978-1-4391-8700-5
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A Note rom the Author
Satu Mare (Hungarian or Saint Mary), or Satmar, in Yiddish, is a city on
the border o Hungary and Romania. So how did a Hasidic sect come to
be named ater a Christian saint? Well, on his mission to rescue promi-
nent Jews rom certain death during World War II, Hungarian Jewish
lawyer and journalist Rudol Kasztner saved the lie o the rabbi rom
that city. This rabbi later emigrated to America and amassed a large
ollowing o other survivors, orming a Hasidic sect that he named ater
his hometown. Other surviving rabbis ollowed suit, naming their ownsects ater the towns they had come rom in an eort to preserve the
memory o the shtetls and communities that had been wiped out in the
Holocaust.
Hasidic Jews in America eagerly returned to a heritage that had been
on the verge o disappearing, donning traditional dress and speaking only
in Yiddish, as their ancestors had done. Many deliberately opposed the
creation o the State o Israel, believing that the genocide o the Jews
had come as a punishment or assimilation and Zionism. Most impor-
tant, though, Hasidic Jews ocused on reproduction, wanting to replace
the many who had perished and to swell their ranks once more. To this
day, Hasidic communities continue to grow rapidly, in what is seen as the
ultimate revenge against Hitler.
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The names and identifying characteristics of everyone in this
book have been changed. While all the incidents described in
this book are true, certain events have been compressed, con-
solidated, or reordered to protect the identities of the people
involved and ensure continuity of the narrative. All dialogue
is as close an approximation as possible to actual conversa-
tions that took place, to the best of my recollection.
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Prologue
On the eve o my twenty-ourth birthday I interview my mother. We
meet at a vegetarian restaurant in Manhattan, one that announces itsel
as organic and arm-resh, and despite my recent penchant or all things
pork and shellsh, I am looking orward to the simplicity the meal prom-
ises. The waiter who serves us is conspicuously gentile-looking, with
scruy blond hair and big blue eyes. He treats us like royalty because we
are on the Upper East Side and are prepared to shell out a hundred bucks
or a lunch consisting largely o vegetables. I think it is ironic that hedoesn’t know that the two o us are outsiders, that he automatically takes
our eistence or granted. I never thought this day would come.
Beore we met, I told my mother that I had some questions or her.
Although we’ve spent more time together over the past year than we did
in all my teenage years put together, thus ar I’ve mostly avoided talking
about the past. Perhaps I did not want to know. Maybe I didn’t want to
nd out that whatever inormation had been ed to me about my motherwas wrong, or maybe I didn’t want to accept that it was right. Still, pub-
lishing my lie story calls or scrupulous honesty, and not just my own.
A year ago to this date I let the Hasidic community or good. I am
twenty-our and I still have my whole lie ahead o me. My son’s uture
is chock-ull o possibilities. I eel as i I have made it to the starting line
o a race just in time to hear the gun go o. Looking at my mother, I un-
derstand that there might be similarities between us, but the dierences
are more glaringly obvious. She was older when she let, and she didn’ttake me with her. Her journey speaks more o a struggle or security than
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happiness. Our dreams hover above us like clouds, and mine seem bigger
and fuer than her wispy strip o cirrus high in a winter sky.
As ar back as I can remember, I have always wanted everythingrom lie, everything it can possibly give me. This desire separates me
rom people who are willing to settle or less. I cannot even comprehend
how people’s desires can be small, their ambitions narrow and limited,
when the possibilities are so endless. I do not know my mother well
enough to understand her dreams; or all I know, they seem big and im-
portant to her, and I want to respect that. Surely, or all our dierences,
there is that thread o common ground, that choice we both made or
the better.
My mother was born and raised in a German Jewish community in
England. While her amily was religious, they were not Hasidic. A child
o divorce, she describes her young sel as troubled, awkward, and un-
happy. Her chances o marrying, let alone marrying well, were slim, she
tells me. The waiter puts a plate o polenta ries and some black beans in
ront o her, and she shoves her ork in a ry.
When the choice o marrying my ather came along, it seemed like adream, she says between bites. His amily was wealthy, and they were des-
perate to marry him o. He had siblings waiting or him to get engaged
so that they could start their own lives. He was twenty-our, unthinkably
old or a good Jewish boy, too old to be single. The older they get, the
less likely they are to be married o. Rachel, my mother, was my ather’s
last shot.
Everyone in my mother’s lie was thrilled or her, she remembers.
She would get to go to America! They were oering a beautiul, brand-
new apartment, ully urnished. They oered to pay or everything. She
would receive beautiul clothes and jewelry. There were many sisters-in-
law who were ecited to become her riends.
“So they were nice to you?” I ask, reerring to my aunts and uncles,
who, I remember, mostly looked down on me or reasons I could never
ully grasp.
“In the beginning, yes,” she says. “I was the new toy rom England,you know. The thin, pretty girl with the unny accent.”
She saved them all, the younger ones. They were spared the ate o
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getting older in their singlehood. In the beginning, they were grateul to
see their brother married o.
“I made him into a mensch,” my mother tells me. “I made sure healways looked neat. He couldn’t take care o himsel, but I did. I made
him look better; they didn’t have to be so ashamed o him anymore.”
Shame is all I can recall o my eelings or my ather. When I knew
him, he was always shabby and dirty, and his behavior was childlike and
inappropriate.
“What do you think o my ather now?” I ask. “What do you think is
wrong with him?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Delusional, I suppose. Mentally ill.”
“Really? You think it’s all that? You don’t think he was just plain
mentally retarded?”
“Well, he saw a psychiatrist once ater we were married, and the
psychiatrist told me he was pretty sure your ather had some sort o per-
sonality disorder, but there was no way to tell, because your ather reused
to cooperate with urther testing and never went back or treatment.”
“Well, I don’t know,” I say thoughtully. “Aunt Chaya told me oncethat he was diagnosed as a child, with retardation. She said his IQ was
sity-si. There’s not much you can do about that.”
“They didn’t even try, though,” my mother insists. “They could have
gotten him some treatment.”
I nod. “So in the beginning, they were nice to you. But what hap-
pened ater?” I remember my aunts talking about my mother behind her
back, saying hateul things.
“Well, ater the uss calmed down, they started to ignore me. They
would do things and leave me out o it. They looked down on me be-
cause I was rom a poor amily, and they had all married money and come
rom money and they lived dierent lives. Your ather couldn’t earn any
money, and neither could I, so your grandather supported us. But he was
stingy, counting out the bare minimum or groceries. He was very smart,
your zeide, but he didn’t understand people. He was out o touch with
reality.”I still eel a little sting when someone says something bad about my
amily, as i I have to deend them.
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“Your bubbe, on the other hand, she had respect or me, I could tell.
No one ever listened to her, and certainly she was more intelligent and
open-minded than anyone gave her credit or.”“Oh, I agree with that!” I’m thrilled to nd we have some common
ground, one amily member whom we both see the same way. “She was
like that to me too; she respected me even when everyone else thought
I was just troublesome.”
“Yes, well . . . she had no power, though.”
“True.”
So in the end she had nothing to cling to, my mother. No husband,
no amily, no home. In college, she would eist, would have purpose,
direction. You leave when there’s nothing let to stay or; you go where
you can be useul, where people accept you.
The waiter comes to the table holding a chocolate brownie with a
candle stuck in it. “Happy birthday to you . . . ,” he sings sotly, meeting
my eyes or a second. I look down, eeling my cheeks redden.
“Blow out the candle,” my mother urges, taking out her camera. I
want to laugh. I bet the waiter thinks that I’m just like every other birth-day girl going out with her mom, and that we do this every year. Would
anyone guess that my mother missed most o my birthdays growing up?
How can she be so quick to jump back into things? Does it eel natural to
her? It certainly doesn’t eel that way to me.
Ater both o us have devoured the brownie, she pauses and wipes her
mouth. She says that she wanted to take me with her, but she couldn’t.
She had no money. My ather’s amily threatened to make her lie miser-
able i she tried to take me away. Chaya, the oldest aunt, was the worst,
she says. “I would visit you and she would treat me like garbage, like I
wasn’t your mother, had never given birth to you. Who gave her the
right, when she wasn’t even blood?” Chaya married the amily’s oldest
son and immediately took control o everything, my mother recalls. She
always had to be the boss, arranging everything, asserting her opinions
everywhere.
And when my mother let my ather or good, Chaya took controlo me too. She decided that I would live with my grandparents, that I
would go to Satmar school, that I would marry a good Satmar boy rom a
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religious amily. It was Chaya who, in the end, taught me to take control
o my own lie, to become iron-sted like she was, and not let anyone else
orce me to be unhappy.It was Chaya who convinced Zeidy to talk to the matchmaker, I
learned, even though I had only just turned seventeen. In essence, she
was my matchmaker; she was the one who decided to whom I was to be
married. I’d like to hold her responsible or everything I went through
as a result, but I am too wise or that. I know the way o our world, and
the way people get swept along in the powerul current o our age-old
traditions.
August 2010
New York City