This is a blog post from a Jewish guy that lives in park slope and his experience with “Lubavitchers” (trying to do Mivtzoim). Good Reading.
Yesterday, I found myself irritated by the Lubavitch men on Seventh Avenue. Walking home at 6 p.m., I was asked at least five times by different groups of men: “Are you Jewish?” Each time I said “No” and they seemed to believe me. Maybe it’s the blonde hair. Surprisingly, they didn’t seem to flinch at all when I said: “No.”
As a kid in a secular Jewish family, I loved the idea of Sukkot. I knew what it was even though my Jewish education was somewhat spotty. Building a Sukkah, a make-shift structure, out of branches, leaves, shrubs, and straw seemed so cool. Who wouldn’t want to create a beautiful little playhouse in the courtyard of our apartment building or in Riverside Park.
In Park Slope, Sukkot means that there’s a rather impressive Sukkah at Chai Tots on the corner of Prospect Park West and Third Street and the men from an extremely evangelical wing of hasidic Judaism, the Lubavitch sect, are out in droves in their dark suits trying to pursuade Jews to shake the lulav.