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[Lunn @MickeyHurst]

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@Sabiha1278 Urgh, bad decision

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[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

She wore blonde braids and a simple kerchief.
The Nazi officers at their desks barely glanced up. To them, she was just another Polish peasant girl—harmless, invisible, beneath notice.
That moment of disregard would cost them their lives.
Her name was Niuta Teitelbaum. She was 22 years old, a history student at Warsaw University—small, soft-spoken, the kind of young woman who looked like she belonged in a library, not a war.
But when Nazi tanks rolled into Poland in September 1939, Niuta made a choice that would echo through history. She walked into the Polish underground resistance headquarters and spoke words that would define her short, brilliant life:
"I am a Jew. My place is in the struggle against the Nazis—for the honor of my people and for a free Poland."
The seasoned fighters looked at this tiny blonde girl and wondered what she could possibly do.
She was about to show them something extraordinary.
Niuta realized what others had missed: her innocence was her greatest weapon. The Nazis expected resistance fighters to look dangerous—battle-hardened, military, male. Niuta looked like she was on her way to market.
So she used it. Ruthlessly. Brilliantly.
With her braids and her shy demeanor, Niuta walked through doors that armed fighters could never approach. She entered Nazi offices and apartments. She crossed checkpoints that would have arrested anyone else. And when she emerged, Nazi officers didn't.
For nearly three years, Niuta became the Gestapo's phantom. They gave her a name they whispered in fear:
"Little Wanda with the Braids."
They hunted her relentlessly. They put her on every wanted list in Warsaw. They offered bounties for her capture. And they couldn't find her—because they were searching for someone who looked dangerous.
She was transporting weapons. Smuggling families to safety. Moving intelligence between underground cells. Teaching other resistance fighters how to survive. And when the moment came, she acted as an assassin for freedom.
When the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising erupted in April 1943—a desperate last stand by people fighting not to win, but to die with dignity—Niuta was there. She moved through the chaos, helping others escape, refusing to abandon those who needed her.
Most who entered the ghetto in those weeks never came out.
Niuta survived.
But in July 1943, betrayed to the Gestapo, her hiding place was discovered. The Nazis arrested her before she could reach the cyanide pill—every resistance fighter's final choice.
They took her to headquarters. They interrogated her for weeks. They tortured her, demanding names, addresses, information that would destroy her network.
Niuta Teitelbaum told them nothing.
Not a single name. Not one address. Not a shred of information that could endanger anyone she had ever fought alongside.
She protected her people even as her body broke.
She was executed in September 1943. She was 25 years old.
The Polish underground called her "Heroine of Warsaw."
For decades, her story faded from history books. Perhaps because she was a woman in a man's war. Perhaps because she was a Communist in a nationalist narrative. Perhaps because the truth was too complicated: that the most effective resistance fighter in occupied Warsaw wore blonde braids and looked like someone's sister.
But Niuta's story is real.
And it carries a truth that history keeps trying to teach us across generations:
Courage doesn't always look the way you expect it to. Sometimes it walks in quietly—with braids, a gentle smile, and a fierce heart—and changes everything.
That was Niuta Teitelbaum.
Remember her name.

[Lunn @MickeyHurst]

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@Jassmini2 Yes

[Chris Drake @ChrisDrake100]

Remembering with love, my father Charlie Drake, born this day in 1925.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

She was 15 years old. Her name was Nicole van den Hurk.
On October 6, 1995, Nicole left her grandmother's house in Eindhoven, Netherlands on her bicycle. It was a Friday morning. She was heading to her part-time job at a supermarket, pedaling through streets she'd cycled a thousand times. She never arrived.
By evening, her bicycle was pulled from the Dommel River. Two weeks later, her yellow backpack was found nearby. The police searched. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. In November, 47 days after she disappeared, a body was found in a forest between two small towns. It was Nicole.
She had been raped and murdered.
For 16 years, her family lived in a kind of limbo. The investigation had been thorough. But 1995 forensic technology couldn't extract clear DNA profiles from the trace evidence on her body. The case went cold. No arrest. No answers. No justice.
Her stepbrother Andy carried this weight every day. He grew up, moved to England, lived his life—but never forgot. And he came to understand something the police didn't yet know: modern DNA technology could do what 1995 science could not. If Nicole's body could be exhumed, if the evidence could be retested, there was a real possibility that her killer could finally be identified.
But Dutch law required a specific legal trigger for exhumation. Cold cases didn't easily get that trigger.
So Andy made a choice that was reckless and brilliant and driven entirely by love.
On March 8, 2011, he posted a message on Facebook: "I will be arrested today for the murder of my sister. I confessed. Will get in touch soon."
Then he went to police and told them he had killed Nicole van den Hurk.
He was arrested immediately. He was extradited to the Netherlands. And after 5 days in custody, when investigators realized his confession didn't match the evidence, he was released.
Then he explained what he had done and why: "I wanted to get her exhumed and get DNA off her. I kind of set myself up and it could have gone horribly wrong. She is my sister, absolutely. I miss her every day."
His false confession had worked exactly as intended.
The Netherlands reopened the investigation. In September 2011, a court authorized the exhumation of Nicole's body for advanced DNA testing.
When the forensic scientists analyzed the evidence, they identified DNA from three different people in a single trace. One belonged to Andy—explained by family contact. One belonged to her boyfriend at the time. The third belonged to someone unknown.
That third profile was run through the Dutch DNA database.
It matched Jos de G., a 46-year-old man with prior convictions for rape and sexual violence against minors.
He was arrested in 2014. At trial in 2015, he was convicted of rape but the court initially acquitted him of manslaughter due to insufficient evidence. He was sentenced to 5 years.
The prosecution appealed. The appeal court took a different view of the evidence—the same DNA, the same forensic analysis, but weighed differently. On October 9, 2018, after hearings spanning August through October, Jos de G. was convicted of both rape and manslaughter.
He was sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Justice, when it finally came, came because a brother loved his sister so much that he was willing to risk his own freedom, his own life, to get her exhumed.
When asked about it later, he said the same thing: "She is my sister. I miss her every day."
Nicole van den Hurk deserved to finish her bike ride. She deserved more than 16 years of silence. And when the system couldn't give her justice, her brother gave it to her anyway—at tremendous personal risk, driven by nothing but love.
She was 15 years old. Share her name. Share her story.

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@URowland @campbellclaret A totally inappropriate thing to write 🤬

[Mike H @mikoh123]

Mick Lynch on Reform & Restore ‘they are all as despicable as each other to me & working class people should turn away from the hatred they spread … you believe in isolating people & taking advantage of poverty so you can divide them & make your friends even richer.’
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[Lunn @MickeyHurst]

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[jake perry @jdotpee]

Any Stockport fans not got tickets..?!

I’ve got 4 tickets for behind the goal tomorrow, Block 111 Row 17

Our baby has arrived 2 weeks early so we can no longer make the trip..! Will be supporting from the living room

RT pls

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“On 30 March 2026, I published a post on my X account addressed to Zarah Sultana in which I stated that she encourages and incites violence and is friends with terrorists.

Those statements are false. I was wrong and offer my sincere apologies to Ms Sultana for the harm and distress caused to her.”

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[Lunn @MickeyHurst]

@FunMovieTVFan I'd catch another plane, I'm a bit of a miserable old git😉

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@wilf_oh_wilf @David__Osland I thought St George was born in Cappadocia Turkey.