Since my earlier post I have conducted another level of verification which could not possibly be manufactured to fool someone and pass off an imposter in this regard. I am certain what follows is an honest representation of an interview I conducted earlier tonight with a friend of Joran Van der Sloot and her family.
As I have maintained all along, I don't report here just to entertain with some preconceived notion of guilt or truth. I don't know everything about this young woman ... what I do know from speaking with her is that this is her truth.
She's obviously bright, articulate, attractive and concerned for a friend and a family. She remembers the family from days at the beach and the boy from there, too - as well as the nights they went "partying." Apparently many of the young people she knew went to Carlos and Charlies, because they thought "it was one of the most stable, or safest" clubs to attend in Aruba.
Me: How long did you know him?
Her: I don't know, 7, maybe 10 years. I knew the family. His Mother taught me in Art Class. I feel so bad for her, she is such a sweet lady.
Me: So, you knew her from school?
Her: And the beach, most I knew her and Joran, we would go to the beach together on Saturdays. They were a good family. People think they are rich. They are not rich. They work for everything they have.
Me: So, you knew his Father, too? What was he like?
Her: I knew him some. He was a very loving man. He loved his kids, always hugging and kissing them. That really bothers me about this because I know how much they love their children. She must be crazy over this, she's a nice woman and he really is a special man. He was one of the most giving men I've met when it comes to his family. But he usually didn't go to the beach with us. He was working.
Me: What did he do for a living, I've heard he's a judge.
Her: Yes, he judges, sometimes. But not always. I'm not sure what he did before. He traveled a lot, on business, I think.
Me: Well, this is hard to ask, but, your relationship with Joran, was it romantic? At all? Were you intimate?
Her: No. (laugh) No, it wasn't like that. We were friends. I was a few years older than him. And we were only friends, good friends.
Me: You went partying? I laughed. I wasn't an angel when I was a kid, I know how it is. I don't judge it. But what did you mean by "partying."
Her: Going out .. to clubs. Just ... partying.
Me: I understand. What kind of drugs did you guys do?
Her: No drugs. I didn't use drugs.
Me: I saw Joran's web site. There were a lot of pictures ... a lot of drinking. (laughing) What about Joran, what kind of drugs did he like?
Her: I never saw Joran use drugs. Ony drinking. If he did, I never saw it. I never saw him drunk.
Me: You never saw him drunk? I have a picture of him passed out, it looks like maybe from drinking.
Her: That could be, but I never saw that. He was very tall, a big boy. I saw him drink, maybe tipsy. Alcohol didn't seem to affect him too much.
Me: Well, there has been talk, reports. Supposedly he threw someone through a plate glass window.
Her: I never heard that. Not Joran, it couldn't be.
Me: But, it's said he has a temper ... that he needed anger management, or something.
Her: Anger management? (She nearly laughed.) He played tennis, he was a top player on the island and traveled off the island to play. Now, tennis ... (she is also a top tennis player) I'll tell you, competitve tennis, what can happen on the court, you lose, a bad call. I saw Joran play and he never lost his composure, always he was in control.
Me: What was he like when he lost?
Her: Down, mostly. He'd go off alone, off to the side, sit and pull his hat down over his head. He always blamed himself. "Why did I do that" "I could have done better" That was what he was like when he lost, he never got angry that I saw.
Me: Did he have a girlfriend?
Her: I know he had a girl friend in Ninth grade, now, I don't know. He liked girls, yes, I know. He liked to make out. He was good with the girls.
Me: Did you know the other boys, the brothers?
Her: No, not really. I might have seen them, out, sometimes with Joran, at the clubs. But I was never with them when they were together. I didn't really know them, no.
Me: So, tell me about his girlfriend.
Her: She was blond, blue eyes. The girl every one wanted in high school. But Joran got her. I remember that.
Me: Did it last long? The one in ninth grade?
Her: A while, Not too long, they broke up.
Me: They broke up? What happen?
Her: I don't know. I think she may have dropped him, for another boy.
Me: That must have hurt.
Her: Yes, he was very sad. I think he tried to get her back. But he accepted it, was sad for awhile and then moved on.
Me: He didn't get upset? Really?
Her: No. Not that I can recall. It was like the tennis. He seemed to blame himself. He kept to himself for a while, but he came out of it, then he was fine.
Me: You mean he didn't pursue her, the girl everyone wanted?
Her: Not really, I don't thnk so. Like I said, he tried to get her back, but he couldn't. So he moved on.
Me: So, what happened? Do you think Joran did this?
Her: Impossible. I mean, I wasn't there. To say impossible, I mean, could someone have a hidden side? I suppose. But, no, Joran couldn't do this. Joran couldn't hurt anything. He wasn't like that. These are good people, always polite and nice, very very nice people. People you like to be with.#
Coming away from speaking with her tonight I was left with the distinct impression that I had spoken with a person who seemed genuine and honest, as well as candid. She's well-educated, accomplished and I was able to verify those facts independant of any means she could control. I doubt she was even aware I would conduct certain research to validate her identity (h/t to a friend). While the only eyes of hers I have looked into are in a picture, one I found, not one she provided, I cannot think of a single reason why such a nice young woman would lie.
Lastly, when I read her the two late night emails I received just hours before Joran Van der Sloot's arrest, she said, "That's Joran."
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