INBOX: Don’t You Think It’s Time We Start Parking Normally Again?
The Beis Rivkah bus drivers are going bonkers, I’m sure all the other schools are suffering just the same. And the general residents are not suffering any less.
The Beis Rivkah bus drivers are going bonkers, I’m sure all the other schools are suffering just the same. And the general residents are not suffering any less.
Because when $800,000 in security funding is associated with 770, yet the building still feels exposed, something is broken. And pretending otherwise is no longer an option.
In a Shul, we understand that proper Mechitzos are necessary in order to help people focus on their Davening. If that is true in a regular shul, how much more so in a place like the Ohel, where people are trying to reach deep levels of concentration and emotion in their tefillos.
Parents, I know sometimes it can feel overwhelming, raising teenagers is no easy task. But from what I saw this summer, you should know that today’s youth are incredible. You daughter is incredible.
I have lived in Crown Heights for decades. When new leadership ran for the Vaad Hakohol and Community Council, I voted, encouraged others to vote, and believed—sincerely—that after years of inertia, something would finally change. Two years in, it’s time for an honest accounting.
Why are so many Chabad bochrim struggling in, and potentially at risk of leaving Yeshiva? A complex question with an assuredly complex answer. I don’t claim to possess it. What I do know is that it is not the Israeli army.
Sometimes a child carries their father with them in ways nobody else can see.
Aside from the lack of time, the most common challenge to properly learn any idea in Chassidus is a lack of clarity.
“I’m not ready yet,” he whispers – not with words, but with his entire body. Understanding their world through the child’s eyes changes everything.
May Hashem help that soon, before it’s too late, for the sake of our children, and for the sake of the legitimacy of Lubavitch, our rabbis and leaders will have the courage to publicly declare what needs to be said.
I think we can all agree that concerts are a blast; however, there are some – myself included – who do not do mixed seating.
Recently, I completed the registration process for four of my children in a single school. The collective financial burden we’re expected to carry is simply not realistic. By any standard, it’s not normal. The emotions I felt as this reality set in were complex—and conflicting.
The simcha of Yom Tov doesn’t come from what is in the glass. It comes from the Torah in our arms. From the circles we make. From the joy we bring with our own voices and feet.
The question is simple: do we continue to allow chaos, or do we finally find the backbone to keep Crown Heights clean, respectful, and worthy of the name it carries?
The Op-Ed is right to sound the alarm. What happened on Rosh Hashanah — seats thrown into the street, a Rabbinic table upended, Rabonim ignored while chaos reigned — was intolerable. But responsibility without clear thinking will get us nowhere.
Who is hosting these individuals? We are. Where are they eating? In our homes, or In the lunchrooms of our mosdos. Where are they building their sukkahs? On our school grounds. Where are they sleeping? In trailers on land provided by our community members, and in our own homes.
I asked someone for advice on how to see if she’d want to join a Shabbos meal, and the answer was simple: “Just ask her. What does it hurt?”