Daily News Spotlights Another CHI Story of NYPD Aggression

After breaking the news of the video showing NYPD officers beating Ehud Halevi, the New York Daily News picked up another story published by CrownHeights.info of police arresting Moshe Sani minutes before Rosh Hashana, and spending the first night in prison. The Daily News story sheds light on the already strained relationship between the Jewish community and the police.

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Fortitude and Faith: The Maple Street Shul Saga

by Aliza Bas Menachem

The Maple Street Shul. Inset: (R-L) Eli Blachman and Yisroel Karp.

Young Chassidim living in Crown Heights may not be aware of the fact that Crown Heights was once predominantly a Jewish neighborhood. When the Jews moved en- masse to other neighborhood, our Rebbe told his Chassidim not to take part in the exodus, but to remain in Crown Heights. It was a frightful position, but the Chassidim stayed.

The Court Case: Disheartening, Frightening and Exhilarating

by Aliza Karp

Ahavas Moshe, aka The Maple Street Shul.

I learned about Contempt of Court in Elementary School. The teacher spoke about automobile drivers obeying stop signs. Why should they? “Why should we obey any signs?” she asked. Our young minds grappled with the question but couldn’t come up with an answer that our teacher could not refute. “So what if you got caught,” she argued, “could we really go to jail for not obeying a sign – how silly!”

Who Is Behind Mysterious Lag Ba’omer Parade?

Residents of Crown Heights awoke this morning to find the neighborhood covered with flyers advertising a children’s Lag Ba’omer parade. The flyers look very mysterious; they do not say who or which organization is behind the parade. They claim to have the encouragement of Rabbonim and Mashpi’im, but do not give any names. They almost look like an anonymous “Pashkvil.”

Four Black Girls on Quest to Understand Lubavitchers

Selena Brown, Chantell Clarke, Sabrina Smith and Tangeneka Taylor.

Four teenage girls, all new immigrants from the Caribbean, arrive at a high school in the heart of what was the epicenter of the Crown Heights riots 20 years ago. As newcomers they know nothing of the long history of tension between the Black and Lubavitch Jewish communities in the neighborhood. They set out to try to educate themselves about a culture so different from their own, in the midst of stereotypes and misinformation about Jewish people.

Ari’s Mom: “Why Isn’t He Treated as a Terrorist?”

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The still-grieving mother of a 16-year old Orthodox Jewish boy, who was killed when his student van was shot up on the Brooklyn Bridge in March 1994, reacted Monday to the public revelation that a Lebanese-born cab driver targeted the students solely because they were Jewish.

Gaboim’s New Lawsuit Challenges Rebbe’s Directives

In 1990, the Rebbe instructed that the corporate documents for all three central Lubavitch institutions: Aguch, Merkos and Machne Yisroel be reviewed. The Rebbe also instructed that among some fundamental changes to be implemented, the membership of Aguch be limited to its 20 directors. Yet, as the Gabo’im file another lawsuit to delay their pending eviction from 770, they reject the Rebbe’s wishes by listing several members of Anash as members of Aguch. Further adding insult to injury, a few of these people are not even aware that they are plaintiffs to this lawsuit!

Vendors Unite to Make Weddings Affordable

Wedding. Illustration Photo.

EXCLUSIVE: Have you ever watched a family, financially comfortable but not well to do, suddenly descend into debt because they had to marry off a child? Have you ever wondered why wedding ‘Takanos’ exist in almost every Jewish community except for Crown Heights? Have you ever wondered why it should cost a sum that many in our community count as a yearly salary just to marry off one child? Well, you are not alone.

A Child, On the Street, In the Night

by Bentzion Elisha

Based on a true story.

Laying in bed, fast asleep late Friday night, I hear a man’s voice in our Brooklyn apartment. Drifting between sleep and consciousness, I think I’m dreaming. I hope I’m dreaming. It’s just my wife, our kids and me, in our apartment, or so I thought.

But the voice grows stronger, waking me up. I get up and quietly and walk towards the noise. Suddenly I hear him again. ‘Mr. Klineman, Mr. Klineman…’ Surprisingly, as he called my name, the unexpected voice doesn’t sound threatening at all. Whatever fear I might have had disperses. ‘Mr. Klineman, your son…’ Hearing my son being mentioned, I hasten my walk to the front door which is wide open.