
Sarajane Hakopian
THE murder trial of a black convicted felon who had once been sentenced to over 90 years in prison for armed robbery and kidnapping and who is accused of stabbing the middle-aged, divorced white woman who took him in to her home and her bedroom, began this week, almost two full years after Sarajane Hakopian was found dead of stab wounds. This long delay is common even when there is very little doubt of who committed a crime. The case is part of an apparent minor trend of divorced or unattached middle-aged white women who become involved with nonwhite men who later kill them. In December, Nedenia Post Dye, the 46-year-old granddaughter of Marjorie Merriweather Post, was murdered on the Caribbean island of Roatan, where she operated a luxury spa. A 25-year-old musician named Lenin Roberto Arana was found in bloody clothes in Dye’s car after the murder and is charged with the crime. According to The Daily Mail, Arana told local reporters, “I’m innocent. Nedenia was like a mother to me. She protected me.”
As with Hakopian, Dye’s case seems to have been some merging of sexual and maternal roles, with the white woman attempting to nurture her black lover into normalcy. With its denial of race differences and its push for the independence of women, leaving middle-aged women alone and looking for love, the modern world encourages such delusions.

Nedenia Post Dye

Lenin Roberto Arana
The case of Hakopian was discussed at VFR in February, 2012. Lawrence Auster wrote:
When I began reading the below article from the Richmond Times-Dispatch, I hadn’t noticed the small captionless photo of a man at the top of the article and was not sure if the race of the suspect was known. Then, as the article unfolded, telling me, bit by intensifying bit, in a kind of liberal self-parody, more and more about the obviously dangerous nature of the man whom the good-hearted hippie-like divorced 44-year-old mother-of-two Sarajane Hakopian had welcomed into her life, I figured he sounded like a black man, except that his name, Brian Mallory, didn’t sound at all black. So, believe it or not, I wasn’t sure that he was black, even though the reader who had sent me the article had said he was black (it’s easy to be wrong about these things, and I try, most of the time, not to jump prematurely to conclusions). Read More »