Columnist fawns over sisterhood of the ’60s

FAR be it from me to cast aspersions on the historical bona fides of your esteemed columnist Diarmaid Ferriter.

Nevertheless it appears when he approaches within 1,000 miles of our feminist friends all critical faculties give way to a sycophantic, fawning demeanour ill-becoming a detached, cold-eyed historian.

His recent ode to Sister Margaret McCurtain (April 3) was a classic of its type. It seems to me the type of doctrinnaire gender-driven feminism espoused by the good Sister and her many lower-case acolytes is long overdue a much more incisive critique than that supplied by Dr Ferriter.