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It feels like my Jewish hood is going back in time

In some wards of Hackney, 90 per cent of births are to Charedi women. What was once a genuinely diverse area now feels less so

June 6, 2025 13:27
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It takes a village: Orthodox Jews in Stamford Hill
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Like me, one of my closest and oldest friends grew up mostly in Stamford Hill and Stoke Newington. In fact, we were next-door neighbours for years. She had Friday night dinners at my parents’ with me countless times and I had Christmas Day lunches at her family’s home for many years.

In those days when we were still living at home, my family’s chaos contrasted sharply with her family’s quiet and orderly serenity. One of the first times Kim came over to my house my mother was blowing her nose and Kim asked me who was playing the trumpet. I thought she was joking and she thought I was joking when I told her it was my mum and we didn’t own any musical instruments.

Other times she was convinced there was a massive argument going on when we were just talking. She got used to our wilder ways though and soon enough knew that on no account was she to even think about trying to wash up her tea mug, or get some cutlery out of the kitchen drawers, because she would invariably do it wrong, upset the laws of kashrut by mixing up the meaty and milky and cause my dad to have panic attacks in the process, and throw out every single piece of cutlery and crockery that might possibly have been contaminated, even if was just nearby. Like in the adjacent drawers. She also learnt fast when we all needed to suddenly duck down in my parents’ car because the rabbi was coming and it was a Yom Tov or Shabbat, never mind we all might crash and die in the process because even the parent driving would try and dive out of sight.

Getting yourself, your daughter and the neighbour’s daughter maimed for life or even killed because you totally relinquished control of your vehicle was far more preferable to my parents than, heaven forfend, God forbid, ptu ptu ptu, the rabbi seeing you driving on Shabbat! Can you just imagine the horror? The shock, the disbelief. Why, it would most likely be the actual end of the poor, belief-beggared rabbi.