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o one in Philly Lubavitch embodies this more, or has done more to make the paradox more paradoxical, than Schmidt, 55, who has spearheaded various Lubavitch operations in Philadelphia since 1980 and been at the heart of its takeoff in recent years. We’re sitting in a Starbucks at Ninth and South streets, a few blocks away from Vilna Congregation on Fifth and Pine, where Schmidt is the chief rabbi. Schmidt is dressed in traditional Hasidic

garb — fedora (which covers a yarmulke beneath), white shirt, black coat with the strings from his shawl barely peeking out underneath, black pants. His beard, uncut for decades because of Jewish law, descends to his chest, rogue hairs darting in all directions; it covers his mouth to an extent that his eyes, hooded under bushy eyebrows, are usually the best indicator of his expression.

Before there was Menachem Schmidt, there was Matty Schmidt, a kid from Highland Park, N.J., raised in a home that acknowledged its Judaism but didn’t keep kosher or go to Shabbos (Yiddish for shabbat, or the Jewish day of rest). He had a vague interest in Judaism, and “looking back now, I think I always believed it,” he says. But during those vaguer times, Schmidt was more interested in playing in his band, partying, sleeping with non-Jewish girls and making post-modern video art with friends at Syracuse University.

“There was this big, popular band back then,” he says.

“Everyone in the band was a high school dropout, and I was this nice Jewish kid from the suburbs. The guy from the band goes, ‘We’ve got to rehearse Wednesday night.’

I said, ‘I’ve got Hebrew high school.’ He said, ‘You’ve got what?’ I said, ‘Nothing, I’ll be there Wednesday night.’”

He laughs. “That was the end of Jewish anything.”

In the scope of Jewish history, Chabad-Lubavitch is relatively young. Hasidism came about in Poland in the 18th century with a belief that mysticism and mitzvahs, or good deeds, should trump the academicism its adherents felt was too predominant. Chabad-Lubavitch, a Hasidic movement, sprang up in Lyubavichi, Russia, in the same century, espousing the importance of intellect over the heart.

In Schmidt’s sophomore year at Syracuse, where he majored in TV production, a friend from back in Jersey invited him to go to Crown Heights, Brooklyn— Chabad’s world headquarters and the post of Chabad’s spiritual leader, Menachem Mendel Schneerson, also known simply as the Rebbe. Schneerson was the movement’s seventh leader, but he was by far the most influential, turning an obscure Hasidic community into a global network with thousands of emissaries and hundreds of thousands of adherents. His death in 1994 prompted claims of his messianism from some adherents, and his grave site is still a destination of pilgrimage for thousands.

The Rebbe was famous for his farbrengen, large gatherings of Jews listening to his musings, and it was a farbrengen that Schmidt’s friend brought him to. “There was no moment when I was blissed out and decided to go to the holy mountain,” says Schmidt. But what struck him was the dissonance between these Jews, unconditionally accepting him for being Jewish, and the Orthodox he knew as a child who spurned his friendly advances and refused to acknowledge anyone who didn’t

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thousands of members, and it has made a reputation for itself as the one sect in Orthodox Judaism that actually missionizes, sending its shluchim, or emissaries, out to distant parts of the world to ignite what Lubavitchers believe is a spark of Jewishness in every Jew. Aside from Chabad’s headquarters in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, Philadelphia became one of the first major U.S. cities with an outpost when Rabbi Avrohom Shemtov began his mission here in 1961, out in the far Northeast on Castor Avenue, where he still resides.

But the extent of its growth in Philadelphia and the shape it’s taken is unprecedented. While there’s no census of just how much the sect has grown here, there are now more than 25 Lubavitcher rabbis in the Delaware Valley, and about 10 in Philly alone — still far fewer than Crown Heights, but significantly more than the handful that comprised Philly Lubavitch a few years ago.

The Lag B’Omer event began in 2005 and Rabbi Gedaliah Lowenstein, who leads the Jewish Center of Northern Liberties across the street — which opened that same year — estimates that what began with a 200-person attendance has grown to about 600. Temple University now has its own Chabad House — college outposts similar to Hillel — and Old City has a Chabad art gallery, the Old City Jewish Art Center, which hosts regular dinners and sees hundreds of people come through its doors every month.

To enter the world of Chabad-Lubavitch in Philadelphia is to enter a world of paradox, where orthodoxy holds hands with progressivism, traditionalism with liberalism, rock music with Hebrew hymns.

t the Lag B’Omer celebration in Northern Liberties, while the fire burns and Schmidt wails on his guitar, a girl behind me says, “This is like a field party.” The feeling of festive liberation and the unconditional acceptance that a Jew is a Jew is a Jew — that they will always have a place for Shabbos dinner and have a spark of holiness in them — is the central hook for newcomers to Lubavitch. Here, Judaism isn’t just rote recitation of archaic prayers and standing and sitting toward an ark while a rabbi drones on in Hebrew — well, it is during prayer services, but it’s also a party. Chabad offers a one-size-fits-all approach to Judaism, and you’re no less Jewish for drinking vodka once a month with other Jews than the guy who goes to synagogue every week. You’re welcome here, and you can do however much or however little you want.

“For the longest time, young people assumed Judaism was dull and boring,” says Lowenstein. “Our job is to show them that it’s also exciting.”

Lowenstein began the Jewish Center of Northern Liberties in 2005 after hosting weekly services in his warren living room for a year. The space hosted a handful of people, but the new shul in the second floor of the old Ortlieb’s Brewing Co. warehouse is big enough for the 100-plus people who attend festivities every month, he says — a crowd that continues to grow.

On a Saturday morning Shabbos service at Vilna, Schmidt is at the altar whispering prayers, and a handful of Hasidic-dressed young men are in the pews. They accost me with assistance and friendliness: Welcome, welcome, here’s a prayer book, if you don’t speak Hebrew just follow in English … this is where we are right now, see, right there … the Rabbi is reciting this prayer right now … OK, next page, this is where we are now … if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask … are you following? We’re right here.

Schmidt stops his prayer and walks over to me to shake my hand. I say hello and ask him what he’s doing.

He grunts and points to his son, Benny. “He’s at the part in the prayer where he can’t speak,” says Benny.

It’s Orthodox Judaism in its truest form. Upstairs, Ellen Tarnapolsky sets up the meal for afterward. I extend my hand to introduce myself, and she doesn’t

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Rabbi Schmidt picks up his guitar. Hours before, he had been in the hospital recovering from a heart attack earlier in the week, but “it was nothing,” he says.

literally practice Judaism by the book. These Jews here welcomed him and made him feel like family. They sang, they laughed — and they drank lots of vodka.

“And I was like, ‘Now this is Judaism!’”

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“Sorry, I don’t shake hands,” says the 26-year-old. Law No. 467: Unmarried men and women are not to touch. move. “Sorry, I don’t shake hands,” she says. Law No. 467: Unmarried men and women are not to touch.

A month later, Tarnapolsky, 26, is bidding goodbye to her co-workers at Marathon Grill at 10th and Walnut before she leaves for Israel to attend Jewish seminary.

Tarnapolsky stands about 5 feet tall with black curly hair and glasses, and her upper lip is pockmarked with a closed piercing hole. A pink heart tattoo is visible on her left foot — “I got that before I became Orthodox,” she says. Her teenage years, she says, were “somewhat wild,” and after her bat mitzvah at age 13, nonreligious.

Her Northeast Philly childhood home is in an Orthodox community, but she was turned off: The rabbis wanted everyone to live and die by the same rules they did.

Tarnapolsky’s introduction to Chabad exemplifies the sect’s success-by-word-of-mouth: A friend brought her to a Shabbos dinner, and — lured by free food and drink — she kept coming back. But she began to see the dinners and events less as freebies and more as an opportunity to insert herself into a grand narrative of 5,000 years of Jewish history, and for her every action to have God-given meaning. Her beliefs and activities followed suit.Driving in a car to shul on Friday nights was no longer an option (Jewish law requires that one walk on Shabbos), nor was eating non-kosher food. She separated from her nonJewish friends, less because of animosity than logistics — her Friday nights were now booked. Touching men, no matter how platonically, was prohibited. The Earth was now 6,000 years old, evolution still an unlikely theory.

Tarnapolsky is by no means representative of the whole of attendees to Chabad programs. In fact, it’s the freedom

that you don’t have to be Orthodox to attend that draws so many. “I know that a lot of these kids will come to Shabbos dinner and then go out to frat parties,” says Aaron Backman, assistant rabbi at the Chabad House at the University of Maryland in College Park. To Lubavitchers I spoke with, the goal isn’t to create an army of full-fledged Hasidim — it’s to get people to perform one more mitzvah a day, even if it’s just coming to dinner.

But there’s no doubt that many of the people drawn by the freedom to attend religious merrymaking and then go commit acts of debauchery with impunity slowly choose to become stricter and more devout. Chabad may be the closest thing to evangelical Judaism (a claim Lowenstein staunchly disputes on the grounds that they’re not converting non-Jews, but which can be described in few other ways), but the modus operandi is not that of Christian missionaries who demand that converts change their act or burn in a lake of fire, or even many traditional Orthodox sects. Here, for those who transition, there is comfort in the ability to ease into things — there’s a sense of “Don’t worry about it, take your time, and even if you’re going on risqué benders after Shabbos, at least you had a drink with us.”

“There are steps. First, you decide you’re going to go to synagogue. Then, you stop answering the phone on Friday. Then you take the next step,” says Stacey Albert during Schmidt’s son’s engagement party to a woman he’s known for two months. The party is at the Old City Jewish Art Center, and on the next First Friday, Albert is outside the entrance holding a plate of brownies. “Would you like a brownie?” she asks passers-by. They take the

brownies and then they come inside.

The sultry weather has diminished the size of the crowd, but just a little. Tonight, the room is full enough to allow some mobility. On other nights, it practically induces claustrophobia.

Above the entrance of the room from the inside is a sign: “Old City Jewish Art Center,” it says. “Come for the art, stay for the rest.”

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he more he learned, the more he liked what he heard. Schmidt returned to Syracuse University with the seed planted firmly in his mind, but it took a little while longer to sprout. Bit by bit, he became more interested in the world of Torah than of living the life of an aspiring rock star. He began hosting Shabbos dinners to fill the void of Jewish life on campus. He grew out his beard. He went to synagogue regularly.

Everyone was shocked, including his girlfriend, “who didn’t really fit into the picture too well,” he says. Summers were filled with classes at the yeshiva (an Orthodox seminary) in Morristown, and when he graduated from Syracuse, he enrolled at the yeshiva full time and was ordained a rabbi.

There is no milestone Schmidt can point to, but he stopped being Matt and became Menachem. And while Matt belonged in New Jersey, Menachem would go wherever the Rebbe told him.

During his life, Schneerson spent much of his time making executive orders, deciding which emissary, or sliach, would go where and start what institution, and the framework for Chabad today — if not most of its synagogues and outreach centers — are fulfillments of direct dictation.

Schmidt traveled to the University of San Diego to run the school’s Chabad house there for a few months to act as a substitute director. When the time came to move, Schmidt sent Schneerson a letter asking where to go.

“He said, ‘Interest yourself in Philadelphia,’” says Schmidt.

“Do you know why he said that?” I ask.

“Because he’s the Rebbe.”

His first task was to create the Chabad House at the University of Pennsylvania, which he still runs.

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WHERE ALL THE HIPPIES MEET: Schmidt (far left) leads The Baal Shem Tov on South Street.

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The band performed outside matzah bakeries and other places to entice people to perform mitzvahs.

“And then I found South Street and fell in love,” he says.

Schmidt’s years at the yeshiva weren’t as musical as the ones in college,except toward the end when he played drums in a band with a few other ex-rockers who found their way to Judaism. The band played while working at a summer camp for teenagers, but the music wasn’t rock, and the beat was traditionally Jewish, more like a waltz.

“After the first song, they started lighting their lighters — I thought it was hilarious, and I just played into it,” says Schmidt. “So I switched the beat from traditionally Jewish to a rock beat, and then they just went crazy.

And the more I did it, the more they went crazy.”

When he moved to South Street, he started a new band — The Baal Shem Tov (named after the father of Hasidism) — which has gone through countless members since its inception in the ’80s. Schmidt started playing at Penn and found that the students there liked it.The band played outside matzah bakeries and other places to entice people to perform mitzvahs. “In terms of outreach and in terms of a common language, you can’t beat this,” he says.

(The Baal Shem Tov will perform at the Fringe Festival on Sun., Sept. 13, 3 p.m., at Liberty Lands Park.)

Schmidt is recapping his band’s history to me just after finishing up a set on Fourth and South, outside Tiffany City Lighting. The band has different members than it did on Lag B’Omer (most of his band’s members are not Jewish), but the repertoire is similar. Avial Nisimi mans the table set up with Chabad literature and tefillin, asking passers-by, “Excuse me, are you Jewish?”

The music carries down the street, and the endless queue outside Jim’s Steaks listens and stares at the

band transfixed, as does everyone else on that block of South Street.

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ut Chabad isn’t all guitars and High Life. Schmidt’s boss is Rabbi Avrohom Shemtov. He was the first to light a gigantic menorah in a public space (another Lubavitcher calling card), one of the Rebbe’s right-hand men, and arguably one of the most powerful Lubavitcher rabbis living today. He is chairman of Chabad’s international umbrella organization,Agudas Chasidei Chabad, and he has been photographed with every living U.S. president except Barack Obama. Looking through Lubavitch photographic archives practically casts Shemtov in a Where’s Waldo-type role — there’s Shemtov lighting the menorah in front of the White House with Paul Wolfowitz; next to Ron Perelman (chairman of Revlon Inc., and a major Chabad donor) as the billionaire writes the last letter of a Torah scroll; standing next to Schneerson as he wishes Joe Lieberman well on his first day as a U.S. senator.

Shemtov has been the official head of Lubavitch in Philadelphia since he came here in 1961, and he thinks the idea that Schmidt has spurred the sect’s growth in Philly is preposterous.“You’re using a cup to drink from a wave,” he says over the phone from a summer camp he’s running in the Catskill Mountains. (Schmidt is fairly adamant that he not be credited for Lubavitch’s growth in Philadelphia.)

After I ask what he does for Agudas Chasidei Chabad,

Shemtov declines to comment further.

Shemtov looks almost stereotypically sage-like, and his long gray beard hangs from a head disproportionately large to his small body. At under 5 feet tall with beady eyes, there is a keenness to Shemtov’s appearance, almost as if his DNA decided that in the pursuit of strenuous Talmudic study, resources would best be spared on his physique. He often uses militaristic terms when speaking in his thick Russian accent, describing the “army of emissaries,” and a 2001 interview with The Philadelphia Inquirer described him as shouting with a clenched fist, “We are ready to march!”

His rhetoric stands in stark contrast to that of Schmidt.

Schmidt, at least on the surface, speaks with a moral relativism, that what’s right for him isn’t necessarily right for someone else, and he never gives the umbrella diagnosis of godlessness to every cultural ill.

But when Shemtov speaks, his words carry weighty cosmic overtones as though he has unsheathed his saber and is poised to lead the world of Lubavitch into a holy war.

Shemtov has worked to forge the relationship between Washington and Lubavitch, and his activity is split between overseeing programs in Philly and those in Washington. In The Rebbe’s Army: Inside the World of Chabad-Lubavitch (a book generally praised by the Lubavitchers I spoke to), Sue Fishkoff writes, “Through the Shemtovs, Chabad has maintained personal relationships with every U.S. president since Gerald Ford,” adding that Chabad’s strongest presidential relationship was with Ronald Reagan.

On June 29, Hasidim pack the Crystal Tea Room in the Wanamaker Building just across from City Hall to commemorate the 15th anniversary of Schneerson’s death. Men stand outside the room rhythmically bowing their heads to the wall while reciting from prayer books. Inside, the room is a sea of black hats and coats worn by hundreds of Hasidim listening to the speaker on the stage praising the Rebbe.

Shemtov steps up to the podium, his image broadcast on two enormous screens to each side of him, to speak before Sen. Lieberman — the event’s keynote speaker, his personal friend and the closest person Washington has to a Lubavitcher politician. In 1961 when Shemtov arrived, or in 1980 when Schmidt arrived, a Lubavitch event would never have taken place on this scale. The thick layer of black hats, the presence of Lieberman not in Crown Heights but here on Market Street, the fact that the leader of Chabad’s umbrella group lives here and is speaking here, are testaments to Philly’s stature as a Lubavitch center nearly on par with Crown Heights itself. >>> continued on page 22

KICKING IT OLD-SHUL: Rabbi Gedaliah Lowenstein outside the Jewish Center of Northern Liberties.

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“We have established 3,500 bases all over the world,” Shemtov told the crowd. “But this is only a beginning.”

Aside from the stage, the room is dark, and Schmidt quietly mills about as Shemtov praises Lieberman as a “comrade in arms.” And then Shemtov talks about the recession, how it has crippled the morale of today’s youth, how young people have lost themselves amid financial calamity and don’t know where to turn.

And almost like an investor seeing opportunity in a down market, he says that this is the time to make their push. “We have established ourselves there for this moment, which will look for help and direction,” he says, “and we should be available to bring the message of the destiny of the world according to Torah.

“We live in a time today when there is an opportunity to open up to this disappointed world and tell them that this is a time to reassess the values, reassess their destiny and direction. We currently have 3,500 bases all over the world, shluchim. A lot has been accomplished

— tremendous. But this is only a beginning.”

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chmidt sits at his desk at the Chabad House of the University of Pennsylvania, on 40th and Spruce. It’s temporary housing: Their new $5 million facility is under construction a few blocks away and should be finished next year.

We’re at a point in the conversation we’ve reached almost every time we’ve talked: If all seems to be permitted after people leave the synagogue, if Chabad here is throwing parties and then allowing people to go on their ways of vice, and if his own idea of following Judaism is to follow every last word of Jewish law, or Halakha, what exactly is he trying to do? Schmidt has repeatedly told me that his goal is not to recruit the nonobservant and turn them ultra-Orthodox, but he’s equivocal. “I’m help-

ing Jews create a stronger bond to Judaism, and I think that looks really different for different people,” he says.

“Torah system is the right way, but getting there … ” He pauses. “Look, there’s an old adage — you have two Jews and one guy is a great scholar and very pious and praying three times a day and giving charity, and the other guy barely gets up, etcetera, etcetera.” Answering who’s a better Jew is impossible, says Schmidt. “The real question is, who’s going up and who’s going down?”

On various occasions Schmidt and Lowenstein have both told me that without outreach to youth, Judaism could easily die with the unengaged and the intermarried, and that what Chabad is doing has an element of survivalism to it. This is the ultimate paradox of Lubavitch: For all the sect’s laissez-faire-ism, there is generally a single trajectory that is accepted, that Lubavitchers condone, that they consider to be “going up.” But such an outward, vocal restriction would prevent young people from getting involved in the first place.

“Everybody needs to keep growing and becoming better,” says Lowenstein, “and to be a better Jew means to constantly make yourself better.” I then spent the next hour trying to get him to pin down what that meant. (andrew.thompson@citypaper.net)