Posted by on May 6, 2012

Dearest Readers,

I’ve wanted to do cartoons for a long time. A long, long, long time. As far back as I remember. Back to the time when I was a primitive ape in a cult… no no, maybe not that far back. From when I learned to walk upright and use a number two pencil. It’s an old dream, you see.

I remember confiding years ago to a friend and fellow Hasidic misfit about my hopes and dreams. I was about twenty years old, a married Hasidic mother with the scarf over my head and full Hasidic dress over my body, just as I draw it now. I looked very religious and serious but under the regalia I was harboring feelings of discontent and uncontrollable curiosity. I had dreams bigger than Hasidic provincial life. I had a dream to find a gold treasure under a bridge, yes, but I also had dreams of leaving the Hasidic community of Kiryas Joel with my little baby and live freely with opportunity. I wanted to express myself creatively and intellectually. And I wanted to publish a cartoon blog.

My friend thought I was dreaming too big. He fidgeted with his long sidecurls that swung close to his black curly beard and sighed. “You know it’s not realistic” he said in Yiddish. “We are Hasidic and we’ll stay.”

But I kept dreaming and digging under the bridge. I watched my baby learn to speak his first Yiddish words and be fearful of non-Jews, and I was determined to give him more out of life. For years I fought with family, rabbis and community for a different reality, and with every setback I lay there and kept dreaming. More often than not it was a nightmare. After some years I finally left the community with my son. It’s a path I took that was often lonely and hellish but which I’m proud of.

My Hassidic friend was wrong. I wasn’t dreaming unrealistically big. But this blog isn’t about getting an apology out of him (although it would be nice…). My son and I have settled into our new life and I feel ready to take on my old dream and be a cartoonist.

Cartoons weren’t generally appreciated or taken seriously among us Hasidim, but when I was still a little girl we used to get a pamphlet in the mail warning all Hasidim about the dangers of the internet. The fliers always had a funny drawing of a monstrous Satan popping out of the big clunky desktop screen (remember those?) and Satan consumed the innocent Hasid sitting in front of the screen. I adored that flier and I looked at it enviously, wishing I could do cartoons too. Ironically, looking at the cartoon whetted my appetite for doodling but it didn’t deter me from going after the Satan of the internet. It was my participation in the frum blogosphere that put all these ideas of freedom into my head.

Why cartoons, you ask? Ah, because I love the way it can make the reader laugh and think at the same time. Because it can allow the author express scenes, memories and opinions in an entertaining way that can be smart and funny. I can muse over Hasidic life, ex Hasidic life, Jewish life, politics, life as a single parent and anything in between. Cartoons are a wonderful medium for social commentary. There is endless amusement to be had in the drawing of details a Hasidic wedding or convalescent home or rabbi or housewife. And I draw to laugh, to opine, to critique. And sometimes a Satanized girl like me has to use her pitchfork a wee little bit too.

I hope you enjoy the cartoons. My drawing is amateur, but as New Yorker cartoonist Bob Mankoff says: “It’s not the ink, it’s the think”. And I’m steadily learning, especially with your feedback. Please comment!!! Because of my busy schedule my good friend Shpitzig Shtrengkind is running the blog but that shouldn’t stop you from sharing your thoughts. Like me on Facebook and follow me on twitter and on Pinterest. But beware of where following me can lead!


  9 Responses to “WHY?”

  1. What a heartfelt little bio. May it be the will that ‘זה הקטן גדול יהיה’ may the world one day be able to read your full amazing unbelievable journey (& you to dig the treasure under the bridge with it).

    And I’ll insist what you did was unrealistic by all means. By now if I’ll even believe you broke through a brick wall with your bare hands. My sincerest apologies though for underestimating the human resolve and courage, you are an inspiration 🙂

  2. an inspiration indeed!

  3. Dear Velvel! Just read your comments and while your apology wasn’t necessary, it was fun. And you were there for me from the beginning. It was a mountain to climb. I’m thankful to you so very much!

  4. I remember that stupid pamphlet.
    I just don’t understand where you got the broadband brain in that dial-up place.

  5. Straight from the heart and so well said. Draw away my dear and make us lauogh while you make u s think!

  6. Though chassidish and frim i do believe that its very necessary to hear other ppls opinion about the community. Wish something would change! Sometimes it seems unrealistic but if we dont try well never find out. For all the ppl who judge: first put on other ppls shoes and then you can bash….

  7. i have wanted to convert to yiddishkiet for a long long long time this is very inspirational to me and i am currantly a satmar shul go-er