Word: luanda
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Dates: during 1961-1961
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Governor General Alvaro da Silva Tavares was proud of the unruffled calm displayed by his larger-than-Texas colony. In his chandelier-hung office in the capital city of Luanda, he told the few remaining reporters that the Santa Maria incident had united his people as never before. "Even those who don't agree with us are indignant at this attack on the Portuguese nation," he said, and boasted of the brotherly love existing between 200,000 Portuguese settlers and 4,300,000 Africans. The governor general had one cautionary note: "We are aware of the threat of Communists...
Marching Machetes. Scarcely three days later, bands of men armed with catanas, wickedly sharp Angolan machetes, padded through the steamy quiet of predawn Luanda. Four Portuguese policemen were surprised in a parked car and hacked to death. Some 50 of the raiders made a sudden assault on the midtown military prison but were cut down by machine guns. Others attacked a police headquarters close to Luanda's huge African city of shacks and grass huts; police officers tumbled from bed to fight for their lives. Three days later, the casualty list was curtly announced: six members of the police...
Chain Reaction. When the funeral of the slain policemen was held last week in Angola, Governor General Tavares "suggested" that all Angolans of whatever color would want to pay their respects to "these defenders of the nation." Most of Luanda's 50,000 Europeans, some of its 50,000 mulattoes, and almost none of its 120,000 Africans responded. Women in lacy veils, children and uneasy men swarmed into the big walled cemetery on the outskirts of town. In still another show of friendship between races in Angola, Governor General Tavares and the army commander, both in dress whites...
...first glance, Salazar's Africa seems a verdant paradise, for it is free of the ugly racist rules white men have installed elsewhere. In Luanda, hot, bustling capital of Angola, blacks ride the same elevators as whites in the gleaming modern office buildings, and share the same queues at post offices and bus stops. In Mozambique's busy Lourenço Marques, no one bothers to lock the door of his house or take the keys out of his parked car, and it is safe for whites to walk the darkest alleys at midnight; everywhere, the natives...