Will the Real Elizabeth Short Please Stand Up?
WERE you expecting someone else? Probably not a princess. The Black Dahlia—that’s her. Elizabeth Short’s real name is Fawzia Fuad. She was the daughter of Fuad I, seventh son of Ismail the Magnificent of Egypt. Cleans up nicely, don’t she? A little make-up and some jewels around an otherwise naked neck goes a long way. That signature lush head of spidery black hair looks nice with a crown. Still tight-lipped though, rarely seeming comfortable around the camera—as hundreds of pictures seem to show. Probably because she was such a bad ass. You know who else was a bad ass? Cleopatra was a bad ass. Both operatives too, ruling their kingdoms by a little something I like to call magic.
Fawzia’s marriage to the Iranian Crown Prince in 1939 was nothing more than a political deal, which aimed to consolidate Egyptian power and influence in the Middle East while simultaneously blending the regality of an Egyptian royal household with the new Iranian regime. That’s the exoteric explanation, at any rate. I looked that much up on the Intel-net. Her husband’s name was Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. She was also a Trojan horse, as you shall soon see. Fawzia had some friends at Langley.
For her role as Elizabeth Short, they had to deconstruct the doll and dirty her up a bit. Toss the pencil for the eyebrows and the cherry lipstick. Loosen the hair. Let it grow wild and free. And while we’re at it, smudge the face. It all serves a purpose. Give her the look of promiscuity. The biggest difference that I see is the nose. From this angle, Elizabeth Short’s nose is a bit thinned in the middle and well-rounded at the bottom. Nothing a reconstruction guy like Schiffer couldn’t handle. Fawzia’s eyes are dark here due to the lighting. Short is staring directly at a bulb.
Ah, that’s better. The ancient world of the 1940’s is resurrected in our modern day with a splash of color. Do you see what I did there? Resurrected. We’ll get to that. Now both pair of eyes have a doppelganger look to them—don’t they? In some pictures, Fawzia’s eyes look hazel, but here they’re sapphire. Perhaps even turquoise.
The side profile gives her away. Same chin. Even the nose from this angle is a match. Definitely worthy of a police line-up. Fawzia still looks uncomfortable here, though she is given something to focus in upon while the photographer captures her image. Namely, her own daughter. Princess Shahnaz. She’s not all glammed up either. Probably because we’re netting her day-to-day on the royal grounds.
Looks like another scene from a movie, don’t it? That would be the funeral of Elizabeth Short. The Black Dahlia movie. The date was January 25. Ten days had passed since Betty Bersinger had discovered the mannequin. Fawzia Fuad could go back to being her old self again.
You’re probably wondering what the Queen of Iran was truly up to while her Black Dahlia counterpart was being activated in Boston. The Wikipedia hints at it.
“Fawzia obtained an Egyptian divorce in 1945 (not recognized in Iran until 1948), under which their one daughter Princess Shahnaz would be brought up in Iran.”
Sure, the Black Dahlia was commissioned in 1943, and Fuad didn’t get around to a divorce until 1945, but agent Fawzia needn’t really have boots on the ground until the latter half of 1946. Mostly to meet with the production team and, if needed, fellow cast members. Also, to participate in location shoots, like the John Marshall High School session. Why would Fuad simply walk away from being an Iranian queen—for lack of love? Don’t be ridiculous. You know who else faked her own death. Cleopatra. Probably. That double-suicide snake story has all the stank of hoax written all over it. She was in bed with Rome the entire time. Just like Fawzia Fuad and Elizabeth Short. And anyways, exhibiting one’s death and resurrection is a prominent theme for the Mystery religion neophyte and secret society Elite. On the morning of January 15, Masonic donut eaters knew precisely what they were investigating. If anything, the murder psyop would have proved her worth with the Intel community, particularly the CIA.
What are the chances that the Queen would appear on a cover of LIFE Magazine a year before the beginnings of the Black Dahlia project officially kicked off? Only one word comes to mind. Spook. The fate of The War hadn’t even been “decided” on, and yet Intel simply couldn’t wait to show off their latest puppet state—everything the Zionist New World Order had to offer. LIFE Magazine was in the know.
You see, the 1953 Iranian coup d’état, known in Iran as the 28 Mordad coup d’état, “was the overthrow of the democratically elected Prime Minister Mohammad Mosaddegh in favor of strengthening the monarchical rule of the Shah, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.” Recognize Pahlavi? Faud’s political husband. There’s the Mr. and Mrs., looking uncomfortable as they so often do together. The Photographer probably caught them again, mid-argument. I can hear the Queen now. “Fine, I’ll die for your OSS buddies, but then afterwards you can expect my divorce!” So awkward.
Egypt had plans, indeed. The Iranian coup was a CIA operation from the start. MI6 was also involved, as was the Muslim clergy. The Americans called it Operation Ajax; the United Kingdom Operation Boot. Everybody wanted a part in screwing over the Middle-East for Zionism.
The Wikipedia offers us this picture of the Iran coup. Fun times. As a disclaimer, I have never driven a tank, nor have I straddled or ridden upon one. Certainly not while in motion. I haven’t played my part in the invasion of another country either, let alone a coup of my own. But I’m pretty sure, if I did, that I wouldn’t straddle a tank from its loaded barrel. That’s not how these machines of war work, nor does it appear safe to the very piece of equipment he’s mimicking. That’s how boo-boos happen. And besides, victories are rarely won from such innuendos, unless we’re talking about obelisks, which certainly do have a habit of looming victorious over everyone. Egypt has obelisks. But Rome has more of them. And since we’re comparing sizes, America has the biggest one of all.
Pahlavi’s rule over Iran wouldn’t last. The CIA had other plans in 1979. Still a sweet ride though. Fawzia Fuad returned to Egypt and married Ismail Chirine six months after her divorce. Her new husband was initially a banker. Working for the Sassoon family, hmmm? Did he realize they were Joos? Chirine is also listed as a military officer and UN diplomat. Jack of all trades. He even had a part in the 1948 War. Fuad ended her marriage to the Iranian king just in time, apparently.
Princess Fawzia spent the remainder of her life hopping back and forth between sunny winters along the Egyptian coast and all that a summer in Switzerland offers. Her death was mistakenly reported in January 2005. That’s not a first. She died in Alexandria in 2013 at the age of 91.