The peculiar turf war between Brooklyn's bicycle activists and Hasidic Jews
On a bright spring afternoon in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, a small cluster of Hasidic Jews stood outside a corner grocery store watching bicycles speed down Bedford Avenue. "When I drive a car, I don't know where to look no more," complained the grocery store owner, Aron, waving his palms in an exaggerated shrug. "A bike? A bus? A stroller? It's so crammed up in this neighborhood. A bicycle lane--this is not a community that needs it!"
Until recently, the city of New York begged to differ. Mayor Michael Bloomberg is on a mission to green all five boroughs, and in 2006 the city pledged to build 1,800 miles of bicycle lanes. Williamsburg seemed like a logical place to start: over the past decade, the neighborhood has become a magnet for young creative types who rely on bicycles to cross the bridge into Manhattan. But when the Department of Transportation arrived with white paint to mark the lanes, the Hasids were indignant. First, they complained about traffic and parking issues. Then a Hasidic community board member admitted that he was troubled by the "dress code" of female bikers. Local blogs and tabloids reported the story under such gleeful headlines as "Hasid Lust Cause" and "Hasids Say Cyclists Too Sexy for Bike Lanes." The cyclists snickered--until December 1, 2009, when orange DOT trucks pulled up on Bedford Avenue and sandblasted away 14 blocks of bicycle lanes.
The erasure was so sudden, and so carefully confined to Hasidic territory, that it led to plenty of speculation. The New York Post immediately linked the lane removal to a deal between the recently reelected mayor and the Hasidic voting bloc. When asked to comment, the DOT simply referred to "ongoing bike network adjustments in the area" and swerved around the question of secret election pacts. "We will continue to work with any community on ways we can make changes to our streets without compromising safety," wrote Seth Solomonow, a spokesperson for the Brooklyn commissioner's office, in a broadly worded email.
Meanwhile, the cyclists revolted. Time's Up, a bicycle advocacy group, planned a topless protest ride through the Hasidic neighborhood. But the weather was miserable that day and the cyclists rode clothed. Others decided the situation called for more radical measures. "It's not just about Williamsburg," explained a ponytailed man who asked to be identified as Murray. (The name actually belongs to his sheepdog.) "It's about sending a message to the whole city. Cars are aggressive, and without the lanes we're endangering our lives every day. So a friend of mine and I took it upon ourselves to start painting the lanes back."
Murray, who lives in an artists' commune inside a cavernous warehouse, easily found half a dozen friends who were willing to recreate the lane over the course of two nights. During the wee morning hours of Monday, December 7, Murray was rolling white paint into straight lines when he got a call: some cohorts up the street had been surrounded by men in black. "Apparently, the Hasids detained them in the softest possible way, almost like an embrace," Murray said. "But they couldn't get away, and meanwhile the guys were calling the cops." Later that day, DOT trucks tarred over the activists' handiwork and two police officers arrived at their homes, telling them they had 24 hours to turn themselves in.
Video: Activists repaint the Bedford Avenue bike lanes under cover of darkness
Fortunately for the cyclists, they had an unusual ally--a cell phone entrepreneur named Baruch Herzfeld who used his neighborhood connections to smooth the whole thing over. Herzfeld is not only an avid cyclist but a Modern Orthodox Jew: he graduated from Yeshiva University in the mid-1990s and covers his head with baseball caps. As a crossover figure in Williamsburg, Herzfeld has witnessed those rare zones where the two communities overlap. "I know Hasidic guys who call themselves atheists and worship Richard Dawkins," he said. "I've gone to hipster parties where some guy walks in wearing a shtreimel"--a traditional fur hat roughly the diameter of a bicycle wheel--"and puts it on the head of some hot girl. People try to create barriers, but there are no walls here."