Opinion – The Real World: Chabad
I assumed that I would walk out of the Crown Heights subway stop into throngs of Lubavitcher Hassidim surrounded by cheap kosher restaurants, Jewish ritual shops and stores selling stacks of identical black hats. Instead what I found on Sunday evening was an empty sidewalk save for a few men chilling on the front stoop of an apartment and a woman carrying home her groceries.
They weren’t Jewish: this was the other side of Crown Heights.