By Andrea Peyser (NY Post)
December 6, 2012
This is not kosher.
Nechemya Weberman lumbered into a Brooklyn courtroom yesterday as big as a rabid bear in an oversized black coat and matching yarmulke, side curls tucked behind his ears.
The slimy bastard, 54, is charged with repeatedly and monstrously sexually assaulting a young girl he controlled by counseling the child in the office of his Brooklyn home deep inside the Orthodox Satmar religion, a cult-like sect more secretive than Scientology.
It’s a place where laws governing girls’ dumpy dress code are enforced by the masked men of the “modesty police’’ — a terrorist group that might well be called the Jewish Taliban.
He played your jolly old Yiddish uncle on the witness stand. With an arrogant smile, he described running a kind of Hasidic shelter for wayward girls under his own roof, doling out beds to at least three young ladies — including his niece — who had refused to cover themselves like mummies, just like Mom.
All were welcome, the less clad the better.
Weberman was having a high time until prosecutor Kevin O’Donnell asked him flat-out, “You’re a well- respected man. In the Satmar community, [the accuser] is considered a piece of dirt?’’
With a smirk I’d like to rip off his fat face, Weberman demolished his alleged victim without as much as a forbidden kiss.
“There are people who are better than her, right,’’ he said.
Later, he explained that this child was “fresh’’ and “immodest’’ unlike other girls. “That’s why these were girls who were better than her.’’
What would Moses think?
The accuser, who turned 18 yesterday, had the grave misfortune of loving and revering this human piece of filth.
And her parents paid for it.
Weberman agreed on cross-examination that he took his accuser to upstate Monsey, charging $150 an hour. It was a 14-hour trip but he charged only $1,500. What a guy!
When they got home at midnight, the girl’s mother freaked out, yelling that they’d violated the rules of yichud that prohibit men and women from being together alone in the same room, or even a car.
Weberman was sore at the mom’s tantrum, and threatened to stop counseling the daughter.
The mother should have said fine. Instead, she wrote Weberman an apology note. His power over these people was frighteningly vast.
I’m ashamed to be of the same faith as this evil, malicious creep. But then, it seems that fanatics have taken full control of the Satmars, making all of them look to outsiders like incurable freaks.
It also didn’t help that in the morning court session, two Hasidic hotties came out to praise Weberman as the greatest thing since matzoh brei.
One of them, Baila Gluck, 23, took the witness stand — in Weberman’s defense! — and told about the three years she spent as a teen living in a fold-up bed in Weberman’s home office.
“He was Hasidic, but he was different,’’ she said approvingly.
Before she was a live-in, Gluck got a visit from Vaad Ha’Tznius, the Gestapo-like fashion police, rifling through her clothes and warning her to keep in line, or else. They took her cellphone.
After that, the girl ran away, couch-surfing and sleeping in cars, until Weberman took her in.
Weberman, who is not licensed as a therapist, for years took in counseling clients recommended by Vaad Ha’Tznius idiots. He took on all the girls.
Another man took the boys, the prosecutor suggested.
But the Satmars continue to love him. As a freelance charlatan, Weberman is not bound by confidentiality rules, and can tell anyone anything that happened in a therapy session without fear of legal recourse, it came out in court.
He also is not obliged to tell authorities about sexual abuse within the community, which is why the police-averse Satmars use him to keep kids in line.