Saturday, August 10, 2013

My Encounter with Rabbi and Rebbetzin Weinberg

These days, I no longer wear pants.

I started wearing pants when I lived in Springfield State Psychiatric Hospital in Maryland.

It wasn't because I wasn't frum.
 
It was simply a matter of personal safety.

I spent a year at the hospital between the ages of 22-23 after a suicide attempt.

 Springfield used to be a farming hospital, and is a large campus full of old abandoned  buildings.  Patients are housed in newer more modern buildings.  One of the older buildings houses a museum, and a clothing boutique for the patients.   Another houses a library and eye clinic.  Most of the old buildings are empty, and more commonly used by patients to meet secretly with the opposite sex and break the rules.  I found out pretty quickly that in Springfield women would commonly sell themselves for a box of 'smokes' or cigarettes.  I turned down proposals almost daily.

A number of the patients at Springfield also served time in prison for various, sometimes violent, offenses.  The hospital had a level system for behavior management.  When I made it to level three, I was allowed off the locked ward to walk freely around the large hospital grounds for a few hours a day.

One day I was outside with some fellow patients wearing my Bais Yaakov style skirt and a male patient, who I was aware had a history of violence, approached me.

"If I catch you walking alone outside I'm gonna rape you,"  he warned  in a low voice as he walked past.

I went straight back to the ward and reported him, and was relieved when he lost his level immediately and was confined to the ward.  But the encounter left me with the realization that wearing a skirt in Springfield was not tznius (modest).

In fact, my fellow patients confirmed that my skirts were attracting dangerous attention to myself.  I never saw another female patient wearing a skirt, and the men would look me up and down as I walked by.  That same day, I visited the Boutique and picked out some jeans and shorts.  I felt safer in them.  I blended in.  I felt a lot more modest.

This incident triggered a memory of similar feelings I had when I was three years old and my mother told me that I was"a big girl," and that pants were no longer appropriate for me.  I was very upset.  I felt safer in pants than skirts.  I remember trying to hide a pair of pants in my dresser, but my mother found them and confiscated them.  I felt exposed and vulnerable in a skirt.  I felt like an easy target for abuse in a skirt; Just like at Springfield.

Not long after my wardrobe adjustment, my oldest sister invited me to Yeshiva Lane in Baltimore for a Shabbos. My brother in law picked me up at the hospital.   I left in shorts, but carried a skirt in a  bag, explaining to him that I planned to change as soon as I arrived at my sisters house.

Why did I go to Yeshiva Lane in shorts?

Part of the answer is that I wasn't convinced that anyone would care.  I was invisible.  It didn't seem to register with my sisters, my uncle and aunt, (my father's brother is a teacher at the Yeshiva) or anyone else in my family, that I was in a crisis,  living in a mental hospital, and needing help and support.  No one discussed it with me openly, or asked me how I was coping in this dangerous environment.  I was told by my family, that I could leave the hospital and live a normal life, anytime I wanted to.  After all, all of my suffering was my own fault.  My trauma and pain was not real to them.

I had borrowed a slip from my cousin for Shabbos.  Sunday morning I stopped by my uncles house on the way back to the hospital to return it . When my uncle saw me in his house in shorts he became incensed.   This must have seemed to my uncle the ultimate in disrespect.

A slap in the face.

At my end, it was a desperate cry for help.

As usual, the wind grabbed my cries of pain and whipped them back into my face.  No one noticed or felt my suffering, but me.
My uncle took one look at me and began to scream, "Get out of my house!"
He literally picked me up ( I was very thin at the time and must have weighed not more than 100 pounds) and threw me out the front door.

I was used to emotional and psychological rejection from my family.  But this physical rejection was proof of the overall rejection I was experiencing daily.  My uncle did not see me, a person, his own niece, in pain.  All he saw was a pair of offending shorts and an embarrassment to the family.  He violated the laws of negiah, the laws of the Torah, to throw me out of his house.

Bruised, humiliated, and shocked I wandered away and made my way to the Rosh Yeshiva's house.

Along the way I began to feel a rage toward Torah that that threatened to overwhelm me.  My family and Ner Yisrael, represented Torah to me back then.  If the Torah was as shallow as a pair of shorts, It was all a crock, all about appearances, and I wanted nothing more to do with it.

If I looked "off the derech" in my shorts before the incident with my uncle, I really was off the derech, afterward.  I knew that God was not shallow and would not reject me for wearing shorts to protect myself.  I knew that real modesty was a reflection of the inside...Inside I was troubled, terrified, and hurt.   I was very much alone, living in an environment opposite to the one I grew up in, where shorts were modest and skirts were not.

My uncle ignored my pain for years, until it hit him in the face.  His response was to blame me, and literally throw me out the front door.  I was bitterly angry and hurt. I realized that I was dangerously close to the edge.  I wanted one last shot before rejecting the Torah right then and there.  So I went to Rabbi Wienberg's house.

Rabbi Yaakov and Chana Weinberg lived in the only single family house on the campus of Ner Yisrael.  I cried in their living room as I told them what had happened at my uncle's house.  Rabbi Weinberg told me that what my uncle had done was unacceptable, and promised that he would speak with my uncle.  It was comforting to hear this from a rabbi.  I told Rabbi Weinberg what my father had done to me and that I was living in a hospital as a result.  I asked him to speak to my father as well.

 "Please ask my father  to take some responsibility for what he did."  I begged.
 "I want to have a relationship with him.  Someday I want to get married and my father will want to walk me down to the chuppah.  I can't stand the thought of him touching me, now.  I can't pretend with him that nothing happened."

Rabbi Weinberg promised me that he would speak with my father as well.

I asked the rebbetzin (rabbi's wife) about her son Matis who left California years ago and moved to Isreal to escape allegations of sexual abuse.   He was later taken to Bais Din in Israel by a group of former students who alleged that he molested them.  I was still trying to understand my mother's denial.

"How do you respond to the allegations against your son?  Do you deny them?"
The rebbetzin replied,  "I have to honestly say, that although I hope the allegations against my son are not true, I don't really know."  I wasn't there, and didn't see what happened."
"I wish my mother and siblings would admit the same thing!"  I cried, as a pang of jealousy hit me.   "How can they insist that they know my father did nothing to me, if they didn't see it?"
Rebbetzin Weinberg did not have an answer for me.

I passed through their house like a ghost and never heard from them again.

Matis's sister, Aviva Weisbord, was my first encounter with the 'helping' profession.  She was my first psychologist, and saw me as a favor to my father who had helped her with one of her children.  Aviva told me that she doesn't usually see her parents friends, but in my case she made an acception because she had so much respect for my father.
To this day, Aviva Weisbord tells people that I am crazy.

Years later, when I consider the context,  it makes sense that the Weinberg/Weisbord  family could not help me.  They are grappling with similar trauma and shame in their own family.

A couple of years after the incident, when I became engaged to be married, my uncle approached me to ask forgiveness for throwing me out his front door.  The memory of the pain of that day welled up inside me.  I told him that his actions were what pushed me off the derech...I stopped keeping Shabbos and Kosher after the incident.  But I forgave him.

What my uncle didn't understand, is that what he didn't do hurt a lot worse than what he did do to me.  He never tried to help me. For that, he has never asked forgiveness, and I have yet to forgive him.   He ignored my pain, and failed to reach out to me during the most vulnerable period of my life.  He blamed me for my suffering, and added to my trauma just like the rest of my family.  Ignoring my pain, and abandoning me to the streets of the psyche hospital, was worse than any physical rejection.

I was determined not to let my family steal my heritage, or my life, from me.  I had lost enough.  Hashem helped me find good help, albeit not in the Jewish community.  Hashem continues to help me every moment of my life.

7 comments:

  1. http://theunorthodoxjew.blogspot.com/2013/08/jews-for-money-shameless_8.html

    Lakewood molesters

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  2. Thank you for sharing what must be painful memories and helping others understand what this is all about.

    The obsession with loshon horah and respectability is used to justify deafness and dumbness at the expense of victims.

    You are so right. The silence is one of the worst crimes, and yet it is the one that the perpetrators have the hardest time recognizing.

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  3. What are the details with the beis din summoning Matis Weinberg? Did he appear? Was the beis din tampered with as happened with Kolko?

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  4. A religious court in Jerusalem has taken up the case of sex abuse charges leveled at Rabbi Matis Weinberg, the noted Torah scholar, author and lecturer accused of making advances toward former yeshiva students, The Jewish Week has learned.

    The bet din is affiliated with the Badatz Eida Haredi, a well-known religious court in the fervently Orthodox sector of the community.

    The bet din’s decision to take the case was based on hearings conducted in New York in early May by Rabbis Shmuel Kaminetsky of Philadelphia, Feivel Cohen of Brooklyn and Moshe Hauer of Baltimore, prompted by a report in The Jewish Week. The report included allegations against Rabbi Weinberg made by former students, some from earlier this year and others going back more than 20 years. Rabbi Weinberg denies all the charges.

    Several of the former students appeared before the three American rabbis to offer testimony. The American bet din provided the Israeli court with transcripts from the May proceedings.

    Several alleged victims in Israel say they will seek permission from the bet din there to press civil and criminal charges against Rabbi Weinberg, in addition to a finding that would publicly attest to the rabbi’s guilt. Rabbi Weinberg is the scion of a prominent Baltimore rabbinic family and has published a number of highly praised volumes of Torah study.

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  5. A religious court in Jerusalem has taken up the case of sex abuse charges leveled at Rabbi Matis Weinberg, the noted Torah scholar, author and lecturer accused of making advances toward former yeshiva students, The Jewish Week has learned.

    The bet din is affiliated with the Badatz Eida Haredi, a well-known religious court in the fervently Orthodox sector of the community.

    The bet din’s decision to take the case was based on hearings conducted in New York in early May by Rabbis Shmuel Kaminetsky of Philadelphia, Feivel Cohen of Brooklyn and Moshe Hauer of Baltimore, prompted by a report in The Jewish Week. The report included allegations against Rabbi Weinberg made by former students, some from earlier this year and others going back more than 20 years. Rabbi Weinberg denies all the charges.

    Several of the former students appeared before the three American rabbis to offer testimony. The American bet din provided the Israeli court with transcripts from the May proceedings.

    Several alleged victims in Israel say they will seek permission from the bet din there to press civil and criminal charges against Rabbi Weinberg, in addition to a finding that would publicly attest to the rabbi’s guilt. Rabbi Weinberg is the scion of a prominent Baltimore rabbinic family and has published a number of highly praised volumes of Torah study.

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  6. The previous comment is entirely fabricated. No such Bet Din ever got together, a few anonymous reports were indeed sent in to a bet din in America but nobody ever came forward. The rabbis mentioned simply had no connection to the case. Rav Matis Weinberg actually left California a year before any hints of allegations were leveled
    It was a short-lived claim, and was never even presented in a formal format

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  7. Is Matis weinbeeg related to Yona Weinberg?

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