Saturday, April 29, 2006

Polish Women in NY in Satmar Homes

Looking around, I found this from 2001 on day workers in New York.

It's a section of a longer piece entitled:
On the Corner
New York’s Undocumented Day Laborers Fight for Their Piece of the Big Apple
by Michael

HOOPER AND LEE, WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYN

Wordlessly, the negotiation has already begun. The Jewish woman, a member of the ultra-orthodox Satmar sect, looks tentatively at the Polish woman, approaches her uncertainly. The Polish woman ignores her, but monitors her advance out of the corner of her eye. The Polish woman has mouths to feed in her country. The Satmar woman needs her house cleaned. They come to do business on Williamsburg's south side, on the corner of Hooper and Lee.

"You busy, busy? You want to work?" asks the Satmar woman, looking a bit forlorn in her housedress, slippers, and wig.

The question begets a question: "How many hours?" asks Teresa, the Polish woman.

"Four, maybe five."

"How much you pay?"

"Seven."

"No, I charge eight."

"I pay seven, my regular woman is sick today."

"Bye," says Teresa, turning her back.

The Satmar woman works her way through the crowd of Polish women, but other potential employers are arriving: housewives, husbands in long black coats, even young girls—children, really—proffering scraps of paper with their grandmother's address. Demand is high today—the Sabbath begins at sundown; the local housewives have shopping to do, dinner to cook, numerous young children to care for, and a house that needs to be cleaned. Those who wait too long will have to settle for one of the brown-skinned women who stand near the light pole, speaking Spanish, or even Marie, the Haitian woman who sits by herself on a milk crate and is always the last one chosen.

The Jewish woman works her way back to Teresa, "OK. Eight," she says. "I pay eight." "No, I change my mind," says Teresa, and turns her back again, leaving the woman staring at her platinum-blond dye job, a stunned look on her face. Loud enough for the Satmar woman to hear, Teresa says, "She tell me four to five hours, that means three and a half. And she's a liar; I see it. I finish and she pays me seven, then we fight. You like the Jewish people? I hate them. When I see them on the street, I feel nauseous. She like a witch."

Teresa's attitude is not unique. Resentment is high between the Satmar Jews of Williamsburg and a hundred or so Polish day laborers who clean for them. A half-century after the war, the slaughter of their brethren burns the Jews like a live wire. Ask nearly any Satmar to define the neighborhood and he or she will tell you, "We're a community of Holocaust survivors." They're keenly aware that Poland's large Jewish population was annihilated during the war. Ask the Polish women how they like their work, and many ignore the question: "The Jews blame us for the death camps in Poland," they say. Echoing the Polish government's longtime position, they add, "It was the Nazis that killed the Jews. Not the Polish people."

"We want to be respected," the Polish women say, fairly seething as they talk about standing on the corner like prostitutes, about scrubbing someone else's floor, about the good jobs they had in Poland before the end of Communism. ("How can they say they are so religious? God doesn't want you to be so cheap about money," says one disgruntled woman.) Now the Poles are on the street corner, asking the Jews for a job, Jews with numbers tattooed on their arms, Jews for whom the names of Polish towns — Auschwitz, Treblinka, Sobibor — are etched in memory. The irony is lost on no one.

Many of the cleaning women are divorced or widowed. They come to New York on tourist visas and so do not have green cards. The corner supplies work, friendship, and referrals — where to find an apartment, a doctor, or a cheap meal — and it keeps them off the government's radar screen. Most are of a certain age; some, like Kaya, are elderly. Her hair is thin and her teeth are bad. "I wouldn't be here if the Communists were still in power—everybody worked, we had free health care," she says, speaking through a translator. She first came to New York two years ago on a tourist visa. "The work was so hard, and I missed my family. I cried every night. I lost 20 pounds. They give everyone a false view of how life is in America," she says. A nervous breakdown sent her back to Poland.

She arrived home to find her children unemployed, her grandchildren unable to afford college. She remembers thinking, "My life is over, but my family still has their life ahead of them." She returned to Williamsburg, where she lives in a single room with three other women. Her share of the rent is $130. She makes about $1200 a month, never eats out. Worn-out dresses hang off her bony frame. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 2:30, she waits with the alcoholics and the infirm at the Williamsburg Christian Church for the free lunch. Every available dollar is sent home.

Her grandchildren are back in college. She pays for their education with 60 hours a week, scrubbing and dusting and wiping. She cleans the refrigerator gaskets with a matchstick, as she is asked, but won't scrub the floors on her hands and knees with a shmatte (rag), as the Jews request. She insists on using a mop. This costs her work and is a major source of tension between the Poles and the Jews. The Polish women speak almost no English. On a recent morning, a street corner argument went like this:

"No shmatte—mopo, yes," says the Polish woman.

"Yes shmatte, shmatte, no mopo," replies the Jewish woman.

"Yes, mopo, yes mopo. No shmatte," The Polish woman makes a face and points to her knees.

The Jewish woman makes a circular wiping motion. One last "Yes, shmatte," and the Polish woman folds, following her new boss sullenly down Lee Avenue.

The Satmars seem genuinely bewildered, even wounded by the Polish women's complaints. "We clean our own floors on our hands and knees; it's cleaner that way," says Sarah Stern, a local resident who has used Polish cleaning women for years. As for the wages: "They get off the boat and the next day they are making more than minimum wage. We usually pay them seven dollars an hour. We are poor people; the average family here has 12 children; many of the husbands make less than they're paying the cleaning woman. How can we pay them more?" A prominent local rabbi asks simply, "If they can make more elsewhere, why are they here working for us?"

They can't make more. In Greenpoint, home to New York's Polish community, "Everyone says, 'Don't go to Williamsburg. You'll make the least money there, you'll get stuck there, you'll never learn English,' " explains Tomasz Lubas, a social worker at the Polish & Slavic Center. House cleaning is the standard route into the economy for Polish women—they are scrubbing homes all over New York City. The younger women—and those who speak some English—work through agencies or word of mouth. They make $10 to $12 an hour cleaning homes on the Upper East Side or in Park Slope. Hooper and Lee is the corner of last resort.

All through the day the Polish women come and go from the corner, finishing one job and returning to find another. An hour before sunset, the sidewalks are filled with men in black coats, and the Sabbath warning siren blows, sounding out across the rooftops. The Polish women work more quickly now, finishing the last of their cleaning. If the sun has already set, and the Jews are proscribed from touching switches or machinery, they ask the cleaning women to turn on the lights and stove before they leave. The Polish women oblige, and then, with throbbing hands, pocket their money and head back to rented rooms.

5 comments:

Free Israel said...

Off topic.
Why are they called a "sect"???

full-of-it said...

Very good post, since I live in williamsburg and am very familiar with the Polish cleaning ladies situation (I use them myself).

Somehow they really know how to take advantage of the desperacy of the Jewish woman, I don't know when this article was written, today the cleaning lady's moved their pickup location to williamsburg st cor. Division ave. the price today is $10.00 per hour, they all together decided not to work for under that amount, (I was lucky to find someone last week for only $8.00 probably a newly) we treat them nicely we offer them to eat and in most cases also pay the transportation fair.

Satmar women one of the hardest working women you will ever see, they are extremely clean and streaked with their children since they have many of them, and it requires strict house rules to control 8-12 kids without any Nanny help.

Life gets slightly easier if you're lucky to have a helping hand of a groin up daughter or son, but you still need this polish cleaning lady at least once a week for someone with 2-3 kids and 2-3 times a week for someone with 5+ kids.

The reason I call the cleaning lady's lucky is since they're in control of the price they get paid as much as a working mother or girl gets paid today for doing professional work, compared to their work, they are all fresh out of poland and they don't speak English (only a few words) and they get paid 10 bucks an hour plus they only get to do the work they like, they can't complaint and they shouldn't.

martapoland said...

I have to admit , that I feel pity for both kind of women described in this post. Polish and Jewish ladies live in terible envirnament, slaves envirnament. I know this from my own experiences. When I just arrived to the The USA , I worked in Monticcelo in the kitchen.That was my first job, I was proud and a little tierd ,becouse I had to work 7 days 13h sometimes 14h. My friends from Chicago came, and piced me up after they sow place where I had to sleep. I didn't even asked for money ,hovewer,I got paid after Big Boss returned to NY. Then I found a job as "young cleaning lady" many times I was discriminated becouse of my beauty ???! Finally I was hierd hureyyy. After my first long week I left my salary on top of my backpack ,hovewer, after I returned from bathroom my sweet solary wasn't there any more.I asked the laydy ,if children entered the room and with tears I asked to help me looking for it,so she did...I left and never returned to Willamsburg. I tried to explain to myself that she had right to did that ,becouse she doesn't understand the history and she know history from Rabay or books that she was allowed to read. I can beat that during my high school, I read more books about Holocoust and cried becouse of them than she ever sow. Nowedays I still work for Jewish family but we are friends and kids love me and never called me "goy" I am in collage, I just got married to adorable men and I don't have to shave my hair,and I go for vacation wherever I wont to not just Monticello. Plus, in school I have friends from Israel and Germany and we really get along.

Elke Reva Sudin said...

Great post I feel for both sides as I can relate on both sides.

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Elke Reva Sudin said...

Great post I feel for both sides as I can relate on both sides.

Please check out my blog that was inspired by living near Williamsburg

Hipsters and Hassids Blog