I’m beginning to think that the only thing organized in some (not all!) Orthodox Jewish communities is the bullying, both of children and of adults.
It’s a small group of teens and adults who continue to bully my husband, but boy are they loud. And constant. And causing us to argue about moving. ALL. THE. TIME. Our son is supposed to celebrate becoming a Bar Mitzvah in two months. We’ve done nothing. We absolutely cannot agree. Should he be called to the Torah at all? What will happen? Should we have a kiddush? Who might show up? Sadly, we may just buy him some special treats and congratulate him and let the community simcha part just…… blah.
Tonight, some bochurim called a treif restaurant FROM the synagogue, ordered treif pizza to be sent to our address (lovely, they’ve got our address) and gave the name as “the retard manager who attended Yeshivas I once ate pork”. (they call my husband retard manager because he used to be a para in a couple of the Jewish schools working one on one with students with special needs. The organization that hired him and the schools could never agree on what his job actually entailed, and the students looked at him as a babysitter. The schools didn’t care about the middos of their students, so years later these kids and their younger siblings are still calling my husband these horrible names.) The Yeshiva—– well, we’re Baalei Teshuvah. We catch flack for that too. Apparently Yeshivas I Once Ate Pork is quite popular because I have a lot of BT friends, but I digress.
Where are these boys’ fathers? Not at mincha or maariv with them supervising them, that’s for damn sure. Where are the Rabbaim? Well if the boys are from important families, families of Rabbanim or Rebbeim, or rich families…… my husband is always told to just “be mevater”.