Tablet Magazine Nine years ago, when I got married, I started to cover my hair. At
home I chose comfortable fabric head-coverings. But in public I wore a
sheitel, or wig, since wigs were considered de rigueur by most of the
women I was becoming friends with in Brooklyn. After only a few years of
being Torah observant, I had a sense that a woman’s choice of
head-covering was a statement in a language I did not yet speak. So, I
stayed bewigged in public with my friends, slipping out of my sheitel
and into a headscarf only in the privacy of my own home, much the same
way I kicked off my street shoes and slid into slippers.
Because it’s impossible to tell the difference between a good sheitel and
real hair, my friends and I didn’t immediately stand out in public as
Orthodox women—or even as Jews. But all that changed when I went out
with my husband: Standing by his side, I quickly learned that there were
risks to looking like a Hasidic Jew.
Taking the subway in New York City with my husband for the first time
was like being pushed into a wall of ice. He is a big man—it’s not
difficult to see that he once played ice hockey, football, and
basketball. He’s also a former trophy-winning martial artist and, though
he is really a very gentle, kind-hearted person, his appearance can
seem intimidating. And yet, to some subway riders, with his beard, peyos, and yarmulke, he looks like nothing as much as a target.
Because he’d been dressing this way for quite a few years before we
got married, he was used to the stares and occasional audible curses. I
wasn’t.
“How can you stand this?” I asked.
“Stand what?”
“Some people are staring—no, glaring—at you. With hatred.”
He shrugged. “People are glaring at that other Orthodox Jewish guy over there, too.”
He was right. They were.
But I was never able to get used to the enormous difference between
riding solo and incognito on the subway, looking like any other woman
(except that every day is a good hair day when you wear a sheitel) when I
was alone, versus traveling with my husband as part of a couple whose
garb screamed “Hasidic.” [...]