Do you remember 9/11?

Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Doing well, I hope!

I’ve been doing well enough, though work is pretty chaotic lately – which explains why I haven’t been posting as usual. Hopefully things will go back to normal soon.

Explanations aside, here I am to talk to you all again.

Not too long ago, I was watching a video about 9/11, and it ended – as those usually do – with a question about where the watchers were back then. I dug into my memory, and came up with where and how I found out about the attack to the Twin Towers.

Back in 2001, I was going to college for the first time. I remember I was in class, and one of my closest friends was outside having something to eat right across the street. While we were all paying attention to what our professor was saying, this friend showed up in the classroom almost out of breath and blurted out that someone had thrown an airplane against World Trade Center.

A moment of dead silence followed, before we all rushed out of the classroom and into the reception area, where there was a TV and a lot of people already gathered. We were all whispering to each other – as people tend to do when watching something tragic – when the second plane hit, and an audible gasp sounded before another dead silence.

I remember none of us went back to class that day. We were all gathered there, trying to make sense of it. What happened? Why did it happen? How many people had died? What would happen now?

Oddly enough, I can’t remember anything else about this day. I probably went to work after school, and then home, as usual, which would account for me not remembering details, since I tend to forget routine stuff very easily (and of course, this was a long time ago).

While I can’t remember what I did after that, I can surely remember the shock and feeling of wrongness of it all, as though that wasn’t actually happening, even though I was seeing it with my own eyes through TV.

For those of you who were old enough to remember 2001, what was your experience like? Did you hear about it from someone? Watch it on TV? How did you learn it had happened and what was your initial reaction?

Please, do keep the comments respectful – while it happened 18 years ago, it was a true event that affected many, many lives.

Thank you for reading, and see you on the next post! (Soon, I hope!)

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Inspiring woman: Zuzu Angel

Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!

Here I am again to talk to you all. I haven’t posted anything last week for March 8th, as I was on call at work, and it was a very busy day. Not bad, just busy. But I still felt that I needed to write something about it. I thought a lot about what I should write, and decided I’d share about a woman from my country, a woman who was and is an inspiration to many of us.

Zuleika Angel Jones (nee Zuleika de Souza Netto), also known as Zuzu Angel, was born in a state called Minas Gerais, in Brazil, and died in Rio de Janeiro, also in Brazil. She was a fashion designer, and the mother of a young man who disappeared during one of the darkest times in Brazilian history – the military dictatorship, which lasted from 1964 to 1985.

Why did a fashion designer become such an inspiration? Due to her son.

Her son Stuart Edgart Angel Jones, her son with an American citizen by the name of Norman Angel Jones, was arrested, tortured and killed in 1971 by the military authorities of the time. The official story was that he was “missing”, but there was enough evidence in the form of testimony by people who had seen what had happened for his mother to believe he had indeed been killed.

From then on, she started a one-woman war to have the right to recover and bury her son’s body. She started using the wounded angel to represent her son through her work, and go to anyone she believed capable of helping her as she tried to find out where they had laid him to rest, even going so far as to hand Henry Kissinger a dossier with everything she knew about her son’s death, as her son was an American citizen through his father.

Sadly, this brave woman never got to find and bury her son’s body. Before she could, she passed away on a very suspicious car crash in Rio de Janeiro, near a tunnel that was later named after her. Her car lost its grip and crashed through the guard rail, landing on a road below the one she was driving at and killing her instantly.

A week before she died, Zuzu had left a document at the houses of a few friends, including famed singer-songwriter Chico Buarque de Hollanda, a document she wanted to see published in case something happened to her. In this document, she had written: “If I turn up dead, by accident or any other way, it will have been the work of the people who murdered my beloved son”.

Later on, during further investigation of suspicious deaths during that dark time of our history, witnesses came forward to say they had seen another car on the road, which had pushed hers off its tracks, before the fatal crash.

In 2014, one of the agents in charge of repressing those who were against the government wrote a book in which he mentioned several crimes he was involved with – one of those was Zuzu Angel’s death. He pointed out the presence of a now deceased Army colonel at the site, and the Commission of Truth – a work group created to uncover crimes perpetrated during this time – considered it as evidence that the military were involved in Angel’s death.

There is more about this woman than I can say, but I believe she deserved to be known by others. She was a woman, a mother, and a human being. She fought something much bigger than herself, and the only thing she wanted was the truth about her son. Something she never got until the end of her life.

Well, that’s it for today, pretties. It’s a sad bit of history, but one that cannot and should not be forgotten, especially in these politically difficult times.

If you want to read more, you can find her name at the English Wikipedia.

See you all on the next post!