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Diane and the Dictator of Love
Its not hot monkey love, but it is Diane Sawyer in a chador interviewing a grinning Ahmadinejad stricken with love for all humanity: Video: Ahmadinejad trying to find new ways to love.
Compare Diane Sawyer, subservient in her headdress, with Oriana Fallaci interviewing the Ayatollah Khomeini:
Fallaci continued posing indignant questions about the treatment of women in the new Islamic state. Why, she asked, did Khomeini compel women to hide themselves, all bundled up, when they had proved their equal stature by helping to bring about the Islamic revolution? Khomeini replied that the women who contributed to the revolution were, and are, women with the Islamic dress; they werent women like Fallaci, who go around all uncovered, dragging behind them a tail of men. A few minutes later, Fallaci asked a more insolent question: How do you swim in a chador? Khomeini snapped, Our customs are none of your business. If you do not like Islamic dress you are not obliged to wear it. Because Islamic dress is for good and proper young women. Fallaci saw an opening, and charged in. Thats very kind of you, Imam. And since you said so, Im going to take off this stupid, medieval rag right now. She yanked off her chador.
In a recent e-mail, Fallaci said of Khomeini, At that point, it was he who acted offended. He got up like a cat, as agile as a cat, an agility I would never expect in a man as old as he was, and he left me. In fact, I had to wait for twenty-four hours (or forty-eight?) to see him again and conclude the interview. When Khomeini let her return, his son Ahmed gave Fallaci some advice: his father was still very angry, so shed better not even mention the word chador. Fallaci turned the tape recorder back on and immediately revisited the subject. First he looked at me in astonishment, she said. Total astonishment. Then his lips moved in a shadow of a smile. Then the shadow of a smile became a real smile. And finally it became a laugh. He laughed, yes. And, when the interview was over, Ahmed whispered to me, Believe me, I never saw my father laugh. I think you are the only person in this world who made him laugh.
