I might have felt like I was in a movie – if I’d known what a movie was like. Reporters scrambled to get a shot of him and then turned the camera to us, the stunned neighbors. They carried the young father, who was eventually sentenced to prison, down the concrete stairs, his peyos (side curls) dangling in shame. Standing with a gaggle of women on a strip of grass, I watched as FBI agents arrested my neighbor down the street in the Hasidic enclave of Kiryas Joel, a modest suburb in New York. Born into a strict Hasidic community – and, full disclosure, formerly friends with Feldman before she cut ties with even her ex-Hasidic friends – my husband and I gradually, painfully transitioned away from Hasidic life over the past 11 years.Īt 15, I first encountered the fascination of outsiders with the world I grew up in. And “Unorthodox,” the latest series to offer insight into this community through the eyes of a young woman who flees a repressive marriage, provides four hours of voyeuristic thrills in a somewhat accurate, albeit one-dimensional portrait of Hasidim.
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