Shortly after I first moved to New York City in 1998, my dad discovered Fish Friday. Dad is an old-school Jewish foodie who knows his way around a side of smoked salmon, knows the difference between delicious and actually special, knows the value of a bargain -- and never minds going out of his way for both. So then as now, he would try to arrange visits to me from his home in Boston to always include a Friday morning, when the ACME Smoked Fish Co. opens the doors of its Williamsburg factory to anyone willing to wait in a long line in a refrigerated room to get the good stuff at wholesale prices.

This morning, I made the pilgrimage with Dad for the first time. But when we got to the behemoth old building on Gem Street, things had changed. There was a QR code posted on the wall under a sign urging social distance; all orders were to be made online, and brought out in boxes by guys in blue coats and masks. Dad tried asking one of the fish guys to pick out a three-pound whitefish for him, but, alas, it was not to be. Only two-pounders at Fish Friday now, to keep the price ($18, less than half of what it would be retail) uniform. He couldn't pick which piece of whole lox he'd take home to hand slice. There would be no little tastes like before. 

There was also no line. Most customers had pre-placed orders and came at the appointed time to find their treats wrapped and ready. A few -- a Brooklyn hipster with a plant poking out of his backpack, three young Chinese women -- came unprepared like us and stood in the autumn sunshine for maybe 15 minutes. The guys in blue coats said Fish Friday only disappeared  for about two weeks after the pandemic struck New York in March -- and now was doing even more business than before.

Just another example of a business or organization adapting creatively to the new normal and finding a silver lining: now Fish Friday works also for people with less time, less patience, less commitment than dear old Dad. I see this everywhere around me, and across the Jewish world: Zoom-shiva and Zoom-Seders have their benefits; many synagogues saw record crowds for streaming high holiday services compared to a typical year's ticket sales. Those ready to adapt are reaping benefits, those refusing to are in crisis. 

On the way home, we wove through Williamsburg's Haredi neighborhood, where men and boys in black hats and sidecurls were walking with their lulavs to indoor gatherings for Hoshanah Rabah, the last day of sukkot. All week, such Orthodox enclaves across New York have been in crisis over the government's crackdown on coronavirus restrictions, with violent protests two nights running in Brooklyn's Borough Park. All was quiet in Williamsburg on Friday morning, but while nearly all the hipsters walking their dogs in the gentrified neighborhoods around ACME wore masks, almost none of the Haredim a mile away did. 

This second spike of the virus among Haredi Jews, and the rejection of government restrictions by at least a very visible minority, is again straining their relations with the liberal streams of Judaism. At a Zoom news conference on Friday, Rabbi Rachel Timoner of Cong. Beth Elohim, a huge Reform shul in Brooklyn's Park Slope neighborhood, referred to Haredim as our "cousins" and expressed empathy about antisemitism they encounter "because they're more visible," but also called for the arrest of Heshy Tishcler, the leader of the Borough Park protests, for inciting violence against a Haredi journalist, Jacob Kornbluh. "Partial compliance is not enough," she said. "Total compliance is necessary, and it's not antisemitic to call for it." 

Two of the most defining characteristics of Haredi Jewish communities are resistance to adaptation, and insularity -- and both are very difficult to abide in this coronavirus era. Insularity is a fiction: there is no way to keep the virus from spreading between Williamsburg's shtetl-like neighborhood dotted with balcony-sukkahs to its shiny new loft buildings a few blocks away; we actually are all in this together. And the resistance to adaptation that liberal Jews once found simply befuddling now feels dangerous.

So many rabbis, liberal and Orthodox and Haredi, too, have said clearly over the past months that the principle of pikuach nefesh, saving a life, takes precedence over all other mitzvot. So why, men and boys on the streets of Williamsburg, won't you put on a mask and wave your lulavs and etrogs outside with enough space between you to keep yourselves and everybody else safe? A little adaptation could go a long way -- and maybe even yield a silver lining. 

With this news on our minds, I've included in your Shabbat reads this week a profile of Kornbluh, the journalist who was beaten in Borough Park, that we published in April, along with a look at Jewish women who won the Nobel Prize in Literature before Louise Glück; a profile of a 102-year-old woman who takes voting very seriously; Rob Eshman's essay about the sukkahs his homeless neighbors in Los Angeles live in all year long; and an interview with a Jewish medical ethicist about President Trump's response to having Covid-19. You can download and print them via the blue button below. 
 

You'll also find in there a post-debate analysis of the Talmudic antecedent to the fly on Vice President Mike Pence's head, and an introduction to the hockey player Zayde Wisdom. Which is my new band name. Actually, I'm debating -- pun intended -- between that and, "I'm speaking," Kamala Harris's stern, strong and very much mom way of trying to deflect Pence's incessant interruptions. Trying that one out on kids and guests alike at Shabbat/Shemini Atzereth dinner tonight in the sukkah.  

Chag Sameach,


Jodi Rudoren
Editor-in-Chief
rudoren@forward.com

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