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Why don’t any of the sisterhood take up the banner of poor Noor Hussain’s wife?

Perhaps they're too busy defending the awful Jill Abramson

31 May 2014

9:00 AM

31 May 2014

9:00 AM

 New York

Here’s a question for you loyal readers: if a hubby asks his wife to cook him a hearty meal of goat meat and she serves him lentils instead, is he within his rights to beat her to death with a stick, as a New Yorker who is on trial this week did? Mind you, Noor Hussain is not a native Noo Yawker, he comes from Pakistan. But he’s as American as, I guess, not apple pie but lentils, which got him in a spot of bother to begin with.

Once upon a time immigrants had names that ended in vowels, like Cuomo or LaGuardia; now they’re called Hussain, Hamid, Rodriguez and Hernandez. The hubby’s defence is that he comes from a culture where it is appropriate conduct to murder the wife if she gets the menu wrong. His lawyers are busy digging up similar cases in places like Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, the Gulf States and in Africa, where women have been murdered for less. Like serving goat meat medium rare, rather than well done. Oh, I almost forgot, the victim also had it coming to her because, as Noor was beating her to death, she ‘disrespected me’, calling the hubby a motherfucker. In Saudi she would have been stoned to death for her language alone.

The couple met in Pakistan and they married before immigrating to the great city of New York. The hubby was naturally unemployed but kept himself busy beating his wife regularly and rather viciously. After years of abuse she was confused and served lentils instead of goat. It was as good a reason to be killed as one can think of among those being allowed inside the US nowadays. One omission I noticed was the total absence of any protests by the sisterhood, those feminists crying foul over the dismissal of that Keira Knightley lookalike beauty Jill Abramson as executive editor of the Big Bagel Times. (More about this later.)

Although I come from a patriarchal society — the Hellenic one — I hate to admit the fact that I don’t think I have ever raised my hand in anger towards a woman. Murder has crossed my mind, but hitting is a no-no. Last week something funny happened concerning a lady I once stepped out with. A book that had been sent to me by Knopf but I had misplaced surfaced among the mess around my desk. Seven years later. It was the memoirs of Leo Lerman, writer, critic, editor at Condé Nast and man about town when going around the city was a glittering experience. Here’s his journal entry for 25 February 1984: ‘Lee Radziwill rang Tina Brown, saying, “I can’t be on a magazine that has Taki on its staff.” Alex Liberman instantly concluded that I had told Jackie the news of Taki in Vanity Fair, which has been told in newspapers, even on television.’

Now for the life of me I can’t imagine what all this fuss was about. I used to make fun of Jackie Kennedy Onassis’s tendency to prefer very rich and powerful men, but I was always close to Lee, her younger sister. I had left Esquire after five years to join VF, then struggling badly with a Tina Brown at the helm not yet knowing the difference between a Dickie Mortimer and a Mortimer Zuckerman. Lee trying to get me fired reminded me of my older brother, who tried something similar with a large advertiser at Esquire. Both attempts failed as they have since at the dear old Spectator.

I only bring this up wondering what Noor Hussain might have done if a female friend had tried to get him off welfare. If one kills over a dinner gone wrong, what does one dish out to someone trying to take one’s food off the table, so to speak, by getting one fired? This sounds like a cheap shot at dear old Noor, but, what the hell, I hope he forgives me while he cools his heels in some nice prison upstate. Being a Muslim he’ll demand and get special treatment, which in a way is the biggest joke of all. You come, you don’t adjust, you kill, then you demand special privileges.

But back to the sisterhood. Jill Abramson has given the girls an opportunity to screech and call her firing sexism, but in reality it was fascism that got her fired. Her fascistic tendencies to be rude to underlings, and fire talented males in favour of less talented females. Sulzberger, her boss, should never have appointed her in the first place, but he’s been in over his head from the start. The businesses he’s bought have been disastrous, and the Times will not be with us in the long run, unlike the Wall Street Journal.

Abramson was more suited to a downtown alternative paper, dishing the dirt on church-going, middle-class people who don’t believe in same-sex marriage. She was too vulgar even for New York, and proved it by wearing trainers and a tracksuit while the commencement speaker at Wake Forrest University a week after she was canned. Unpopular editors don’t last, even in a snake-pit like the Times. The word that comes to mind is a Yiddish one, tsoris, which she certainly produced. It means aggravation, and Abramson mistook tsoris for leadership. It ain’t so, Jill, so take up the banner of Noor’s poor wife and stop feeling sorry for your miserable self. You got what you deserved.

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