I recently spoke to a male survivor of the Yeshiva of New Haven. I also spoke with a female survivor from the girls school. She told me that her one year experience at the Tikva School caused her to suffer years of extreme depression, which she continues to suffer to this day. The male I spoke with told me a chilling story about Avi Hack. The bottom line is that people who abuse the most helpless members of society, ie., children, do not discriminate between girls and boys. Everyone is potential prey for these depraved animals.
Just as Rabbi Greer groomed Avi Hack for years of abuse, so too did Avi Hack groom victims who enrolled in the Greer house of horrors. I was told about how Avi Hack lured young, clueless teenage boys into his clutches, right under the nose of his own wife. I also heard that Avi’s wife knew for years that Avi was raped by the Goat.
Avi invited a couple of his favorite boys to his house at night. He gave them a bit to eat. Avi learned Torah with the boys. Avi’s wife and children then went to bed. Avi got a bottle of bourbon. Avi gave the 13 year and 14 year old boys shots of bourbon. Avi told the boys that it was not uncommon for a young boy who learns closely with his rabbi to develop homosexual thoughts about his rabbi. Avi said these feelings are perfectly normal, and sanctioned by G-d Himself because the students are learning Torah. 13 year old boys are plied with shots of alcohol, in an all boys religious school of five students, completely isolated from other teenagers, and told that homosexuality is something G-d approves.
The former student I spoke with told me that Avi invited them back to his house every night. This student told me that he never went back but the other student frequently spent evenings at Avi’s house.
Victims of child sexual abuse suffer a lifetime of shame and humiliation. There is nothing to be ashamed of. A 13 year old brain is not well developed. A 13 year old brain is no match for the mind of a Yale educated professional pedophile. A chicken hawk. A man with no morals. A poor excuse of a man who hides behind his prayer shawl, black hat and beard.
I still remember giving Avi rides to Yale from the compound when Avi was an undergraduate. At times Avi rode his bike. At other times I gave him a ride in my car. Avi always dressed in black pants, a white shirt, a giant black yarmulke with tzitzis hanging out of his pants. He looked out of place at Yale. I used to ask him whether he left town much to socialize with young people of his own kind in New York. Avi told me that he loved New Haven and planned to stay in New Haven after he graduated. I found this to be very odd because there were very few young people in the compound for him to interact with. Dov was living in the compound but Ezi may have been away at college in Rhode Island. The Goat forbid Avi from socializing with any Jews living outside the compound.
I used to ask Avi whether he had any girlfriends or had any plans for marriage. Avi didn’t seem very interested in girls at the time. Little did I realize that Avi had been getting raped by the Goat every week since he was 15-16 years old, or earlier, depending on whether you believe what he said in his deposition.
Over the years I observed Avi as a loyal follower of the Goat. Avi spoke about the Goat often. What the Goat’s plans were for New Haven. What the Goat wanted out of the yeshiva. Avi deferred all decisions to the Goat. It was bizarre. Avi never spoke about anyone else. Avi never spoke so highly about his father Harold Hack.
Every now and then I would see Harold Hack drop by the compound after he finished working at his job at the City of New Haven. The way he acted you would think that he ran the City. He landed an easy job that he got through the Goat’s connections with City Hall. Harold was an impeccable dresser. He always wore a stylish new hat. Sometimes a fedora. Sometimes a duck hunting hat. He matched his hat with preppy sports coats with elbow patches. He was impeccable.
Harold Hack never spoke to me. I was never important or rich enough to be worthy of a conversation with any of the Greers or Hacks. Harold turned his head quickly like a bird, squinted, looked up, looked down, grimaced and moved on, as if he had more important things to do than waste his time with someone like myself. The giant brim on his duck hunting hat, and his hawk shaped nose, made him look like a bird. At times he jerked his head and squawked like a bird. Seriously. If you dared to have an opinion that did not agree with his opinion he jerked his head, squawked and changed the subject.
When I last saw Harold in Waterbury I noticed that he no longer dressed like the Deputy Mayor of New Haven. The Goat will always be the Mayor, number one, the Hacks always played second fiddle. Harold now dresses like a shlump. The man is pathetic. He watched the Goat groom and rape his son for 20 years. He stayed around the compound even after the Mirlis child rape lawsuit was filed. He left the compound only on advice from “his attorney.” Harold didn’t seem the least surprised to learn that Avi was raped by the Goat. Harold’s demeanor and body language never changed after the lawsuit was filed. Harold didn’t skip a beat. Business as usual. But Harold’s wife was devastated. I’m sure she more than once contemplated lodging a meat hook in the middle of the Goat’s forehead. This pathetic weasel of a man let the Goat completely humiliate and dishonor his entire family.