I've been told I shouldn't have written 'unpleasant stuff' about Jewish retailers. Without getting into the million and one reasons why I can write what I like and enjoy doing so, there is the small issue of historical justification. Here's a cut-down piece of an edition of the Jewish Chronicle from 1937, covering a long-running court case:
This particular offending butcher wasn't alone in his crimes; but his amazing brass neck is quite funny. The kashrut authorities sent sandwichboardmen to picket the shops of him and several other treif-selling butchers who were advertising the meat as kosher. Large ads were placed in the JC through early 1937 denouncing - by name - a dozen or so of these malefactors, who were buying treif from Smithfield in the City rather than using meat certified by the London Board of Shechita.
Point being, this stuff happened. And it is very interesting for lots of reasons, not least of which is the 'supervising authority' for some of the treif sales: an... idiosyncratic would-be chasidic rebbe called Shapotchnik.
Anyway. Next up is the launch of the paperback edition, b'ezras... If your people haven't received anything and you'd like to come, have them get in touch with my people.
Btei avon!
Point being, this stuff happened. And it is very interesting for lots of reasons, not least of which is the 'supervising authority' for some of the treif sales: an... idiosyncratic would-be chasidic rebbe called Shapotchnik.
Anyway. Next up is the launch of the paperback edition, b'ezras... If your people haven't received anything and you'd like to come, have them get in touch with my people.
Btei avon!