Monday, May 26, 2014

"Man killed wife for making vegetarian dinner"

"Noor Hussain, 75, was so outraged over the vegetarian fare that he pummeled his wife, Nazar Hussain, 66, with a stick until she was a “bloody mess,” according to prosecutors and court papers."
“Defendant asked [his wife] to cook goat and [his wife] said she made something else,” the court papers indicated as Hussain’s murder trial opened on Wednesday.

“He comes from a culture where he thinks this is appropriate conduct, where he can hit his wife,” Clark said in her opening statements at the Brooklyn Supreme Court bench trial. “He culturally believed he had the right to hit his wife and discipline his wife.”

Prosecutors, however, said Hussain meant for his wife to die.

“His intentions were to kill his wife,” Assistant District Attorney Sabeeha Madni said in court. “This was not a man who was trying to discipline his wife.”
Last night, when I read the Insta tweet referencing this story, I made a flippant gun connection response, believing, reassured somehow, that this tragic event had occurred thousands of miles away, in some far flung Islamic country, somewhere half way around the world. England, the closest among them.

Little did I imagine that tragic place to be the borough of Brooklyn, New York City, home of our beloved Trooper York, where a man would kill his wife for making him "lentils for dinner, instead of the hearty meal of goat meat that he craved", to quote the story.

Even though Intapundit does clearly say on his post "AMERICA".

It wasn't until this morning when I went back to Instapundit, to check if I had missed something worth posting (re-posting) here, that I saw how much attention, via the overnight comments, the alleged uxoricide caused. I finally clicked on the Insta link that took me to the NY Post, instead of Al Jazeera or Islam Online, as I had somehow imagined.

It's coming, Sharia law is coming.


Eric the Fruit Bat said...

There are problems with having an imitative, mocking sense of humor.

Maybe 10 years ago, I was talking to one of my neighbors about another one of our neighbors, who immigrated to the U.S. from Korea.

During the course of our conversation, my neighbor referred to the other guy as "The Korean" and I thought that was pretty rude. I mean, the guy has a name and you know what it is. He lives two houses down from you and has been doing so for the last five years and he seems like a perfectly good neighbor.

Anyway, calling someone "The Korean" struck me as so bizarre and absurd that I thought it was funny, and when I speak to my wife about our neighbor, I always refer to him as "The Korean" because I find it amusing.

I've been doing this consistently for 10 years, and it was only twenty minutes ago that I was speaking to my wife, and I referred to "The Korean." And the penny dropped and I said, "I'll bet you haven't the slightest idea why I always refer to Mr. Kim as "The Korean" and that I'm actually making fun of somebody else when I do so."

My wife said, "I thought you just made it up."

You see, it's not easy, being a 53 year old smart-ass.

Dust Bunny Queen said...

Oh...well....lentils. That explains it then.

The excuse that "in the old country we did it this way" should never be allowed as an excuse or to minimize criminal behaviour in THIS country.

Never. If you don't want to abide by the rules and the culture of the country you have immigrated to (legally, we hope) then you can damned well go back home.

They should hope that I'm never on a jury with this type of situation. I would vote to double the sentence. Once for being guilty and again for being an ingrate ignoramus immigrant.

President-Mom-Jeans said...

Cut the savages hands off then execute him the street.

Isn't that what they do in his "culture."? Oblige him.

edutcher said...

Interesting they used a DA with an Islamic-sounding name.

Dust Bunny Queen said...

"lentils for dinner, instead of the hearty meal of goat meat that he craved"

Ok. I'm curious. Where do you buy goat meat in NYC? Are there specialty butcher shops? I know we can get goat here easily. Many people raise them for meat. Boer Goats are quite popular amongst the Hispanic population. We just order from the grower. I've eaten young got at BBQs and in Mexico. It is really pretty good. YOUNG goat. Like spring lamb is good but mutton is not so good.

I really miss the specialty butcher shops that I used to frequent in the Bay Area. The Italian establishments had a great selection of veal, lamb, cold cuts (Mortadella..yum) and young lamb tongues. Marinated lamb's tongues are so delicious. Stuffed roasted veal breast is awesome. We can't get any of this. /sigh

Lem said...

The excuse that "in the old country we did it this way" should never be allowed as an excuse or to minimize criminal behaviour in THIS country.

I agree... The thought that our today solemnly memorialized soldiers died so that we someday may enshrine sharia law just doesn't jive to my way of thinking.

I could be wrong about that. They say 'Never say Never'.

Lem said...

I love lentils btw.

Shouting Thomas said...

Goat stew is great!

Had it in the Philippines. Takes some skill to cook correctly.

First you have to simmer the meat in a broth that includes the bark of a tree, I know not which one.

After about an hour of that, you make it into a stew.

Very tasty!

ricpic said...

It's coming, Sharia law is coming.

Odds go way up in favor if Hillary-Huma is our next president.

The Dude said...

Jibe, not jive, Lem.

Jive is what we get when we elect someone like Obama.

ampersand said...

One of these days,Nazar, one of these days. BANG ZOOM to the moon god.

This guy is 75 years old. What State department genius let him in?

Synova said...

I would think that the defense was speaking to motivation not law. Did he *intend* to kill her?

The defense is obligated to give the best defense possible and motivation makes a huge difference. It doesn't mean that the court (or anyone else) will accept that he actually did have a right to beat her with a rod (or whatever) in order to discipline her, it would just mean that he wasn't trying to kill her.

Frankly, if he beat her to death, I think that the defense is a lost cause. He clearly meant to kill her. He might not have pre-meditated to kill her, but once he got going he meant every single blow. It would be child's play, actually, for the prosecution to portray him as continuing in his rage to glee, to continue because he really really was *enjoying* what he was doing.

The defense will not win. (The defense may well not *want* to win... but they have to do their job.)

AllenS said...

I'm one of those people who want a dead animal on my plate. If offered a salad, I eat it. The thought of killing someone over the fact never occurred to me.

Synova said...

You know... this "honor culture" thing... he *had* to kill his wife or else he had to admit that HE had failed. If it wasn't her fault, then it was HIS fault for not having enough money to eat hearty goat stew regularly.

I'm sorry... cultures are not equal.

And that really is the dynamic attached to honor killings or to that thing where the christian woman is in prison waiting to be killed for apostasy because her *family* pressed the courts to convict her. She shamed them. They have to either blame *her* or they have to admit to their neighbors that she left them and left the faith because of them.

Why else kill a rape victim? You have to either blame *her* or accept that you (as her father, husband, brother) didn't protect her from rape. Better to kill her than admit your own failure.

The US soldiers toss your porn magazine next to your Koran so you beat your Mother. What else can you do?

Chip Ahoy said...

Yesterday I read a piece on Mark Bittman's 5 favorite books. (I bought 2, but not this one. The "look inside" at Amazon is interesting for this one, but too long, too expensive, about things I already know, and the rest ultimately not that useful for myself. But that could change.)

Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking, Marcella Hazan (Author)


Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but, in the case of mortadella, it has come close to character assassination. The products that cll themselves mortadella or go by the name of the city where it originated, Bologna, have completely obscured the merits of perhaps the finest achievement of the sausage-maker's art.

The name mortadella may derive from the mortar the Romans used to employ to pound sausage meat into a paste before stuffing it into its casing. Another explanation suggest that the origin of the name can be traced to the myrtle berries -- mirto in Italian -- that were once used to aromatize the mixture. The lean meat of which mortadella is composed -- the shoulder and neck from carefully selected ghogs -- together with the jowl and other parts of the pig that the traditional formula requires, is, in fact, ground to a creamy consistency before it is studded with half-inch cubes of fine hogback mixed with a blend of spices and condiments that varies from producer to producer, and stuffed into the casing. Every step of the operation is critical in the making of mortadella, but the one that follows after it is cased is probably the one most responsible for the texture and fragrance that characterize a superior product. Mortadella is finished only when it has undergone a special cooking procedure. It is hung in a room where the temperature is kept at 175℉ to 190℉, and there it is slowly steamed for up to 20 hours.

Mortadella comes in all sizes, from miniatures of one pound to colossi of 200 or more pounds and 15 inches in diameter. The latter, for which a special beef casing must be used, is the most prized because it takes longer to cook and develops subtler, finer flavors. When it is cut open, the fragrance that rises from the glowing peach-pink meat of choice , large, Bolognese mortadella is possibly the most seductive of any pork product.

This excerpt was tediously typed by Chip Ahoy's fingers as copy/paste is unavailable on "look inside" at Amazon. (for anti copy/pasting porposes) You're welcome.

Chip Ahoy said...

As to the murder. She probably put too much salt. "I told you to not put in so much salt. ))) WHAP (((

The incident is the reason given but nobody knows what led up to it. Lentils lentils lentils lentils for weeks and you just go off the edge.

And being that old he forgot how fragile she's become. She used to take her beatings better than that. Nothing changed, except they got old.

And he didn't mean to kill her, he just drive the point. Knock it off with the lentils already.

But seriously, as a regular bloke who happens to cook I do find this incident impossible to process. At 75 years, come on, make your own sandwich. You've lived here, what, how long?

They would get the goat meat at a nearby halal butcher.

Same as we'd get USDA prime and aged beef and house-made sausages. In Denver that would be not-so-far away Oliver's. They've been around for generations. A short hop away. In fact, I need to go there, and when I do, I will ask them about their mortadella. I doubt they make it as described in Bologna.

incidentally, this is unrelated. I host my photos on Photobucket but they do not have statistics presently. I back them up on Flicker because they are so important! and you never do know what can happen. I might have to reconstruct the whole thing.

Flicker does have statistics and I'm surprised to see how active that site is. Over 2,000 views yesterday all together, and total views surpassed 1,200,00 and that is a lot of looks. The most looked at photo is bread.

Chip Ahoy said...
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Icepick said...

So I'm the only one that read the title of this post and thought, "As well he should have!"?

The Dude said...

Dude never heard the phrase "Never let 'em get your goat". Had he, things might have turned out differently.

Lem said...

Thank you Sixty.

Lem said...

Rain delay in Georgia...

That gets my goat.

Michael Haz said...

Feminists noticeably quiet.

That #YesAllWomen thing on Twitter says nothing about this.

Lem said...

So I'm the only one that read the title of this post and thought, "As well he should have!"?

It beats getting randomly killed because a guy you never met in your life was not attractive enough for girls to go out with him, leaving him a virgin at 22.

The world is a strange place.

Trooper York said...

Thanks for the kind words Lem but I am far from beloved.

I am shooting for barely tolerated.

That's how I roll.