health. why do you assume if someone is pained and embarrassed by the strife going on in klal yisrael ,specifically with the incident of he spitting in beit shemesh that they don’t care about the chilul shabbos or lack of tznius etc. i am pained by all of the above.
the Torah is darchei Noam and the extreme behavior gives Torah a bad name, and is a chillul Hashem .and i am embarrassed that people do such things in the name of the Torah and in the guise of frum Jews/
a counterpoint to the spitting on the 8 year old girl story. True story because it happened to me.
When i was 5 or 6 years old my parents spent the summers in Sharon Springs where my mother took the sulphur baths. there was a large Satmar group there also, The satmar Rov and Rebbetsin came there for the summer too. My mother met the satmar rebbetsin and they started talking. My mother told the rebbetsin that none of the Chassidishe little girls would play with me because i wasn’t dressed according to their standards. Tights and long sleeves. The next day the Rebbetsins niece who was spending the summer with them came to my house and invited me to play with her. as a result , all the other kids included me. i remember going to the house of the Satmer Rov and Standing next to the Rebbetsin during Havdala (she stood by the door to see the Havdala which was done in the other room, and i stood right next to her.) Later on my mother took me to the Rov for a bracha. There was kiruv, not spitting. And this took place in the early 1960s. So was the Satmer Rov frum enough . Yet he didn’t behave like those hooligans in Bet Shemesh!
In those years Frumme yidden were not all about the externals. my mother tells the story about when my fatner was sick and unable to work. she was worried about paying the yeshiva tuition in Yeshivas Chassam Sofer. Rov ehrenfeld calmed her down and said, “don’t worry. Hashem will help, the main thing is your husband should recover and you shouldn’t worry. after that whenever he saw my mother on the street he would cross over the street to greet her and ask how my father was, to make her feel good and not enmbarrassed. and in those days 1960, she didn’t cover her hair. so that’s what true yiddishkeit is about. accepting and welcoming. not spitting!!!!