In the fabulous sunny weather we all enjoyed earlier today I saw two women wearing those long black cloaks with a slit for their eyes struggling up James’s Street in the blasting sun.
Their Pakistani husbands cared for the little children as wearing such robes prevented the mothers from seeing where they were at any given moment in the traffic.
The husbands , two swarthy looking ugly fellows, didn’t seem to give a damn about their poor oppressed wives and I hated those guys for that , I have to admit. For a moment I hated their Kilkenny landlord even more for keeping them here – he’s a rich local butcher of 80 who should know better and who doesn’t need all the money in the rents from his houses in James’ Green.
Normally he’s a nice polite and friendly man but I didn’t see him in a good light earlier on today, I have to confess, I felt that he was facilitating this enslavement of women right here in the ancient city of Kilkenny in Ireland.
We can do without importing such anti-woman practices here in our civilized little city, our ancestors would be inflamed , they would rebel. What are we turning Ireland into at all?
Here’s an article that shows the difference between these garments devised to torture women , and now in our country too.