After decades of neglect, Madeira Terrace, Brighton’s Victorian boardwalk on a monumental gallery of ornate cast iron arches, has received a grant of £750,000 from Historic England to begin a much-needed restoration. At 2,837-by-25 feet long, it is the world’s longest continuous cast iron structure. It was built between 1890 and 1897 after a design by the Brighton Borough Surveyor, Philip C. Lockwood. He crafted a dramatic gallery of 151 cast iron arches and balustrades to take make a challenging space — a cliff face in front of the sea — available to people for promenading and taking in the beautiful view at a time when sea bathing was newly fashionable. The arches are intricately shaped with scalloped spandrels that create openwork sun screens. Keystones are shaped like decorative figures of Poseidon and Aphrodite. The walkway has four covered shelters and decorative cast iron benches. A former shelter hall on the eastern end of the terrace has an 11-window center bay with wings of seven-window bays on each side and an ornate entrance hall. A three-section lift tower rises from the walkway to the top section at road level. The terrace and seafront were closed during World War II. This is when the regular maintenance (painting, repairs) of the terrace stopped. Maintenance kicked in again in the 1950s and the post-war boom of British seaside resorts kept Madeira Terrace packed with crowds. The structures were repaired and parts that were beyond repair were replaced with replicas cast at a historic foundry. Structural engineers inspected the complex every year and kept abreast of all critical issues. Budget cuts in the 1990s saw the end of the inspections, the annual painting and the regular repairs. A 2012 assessment of the structural strength of the terraces found extensive corrosion and a high likelihood of collapse. Madeira Terrace was closed to the public and a high security fence erected to keep the foolhardy from trying their luck. In 2015, the terrace was placed on the Victorian Society’s Top Ten Most Endangered Victorian and Edwardian Buildings in England and Wales after Brighton Council announced that the original cast iron was in such bad condition that it could no longer be maintained and would have to be entirely replaced. That tragedy was averted and the council was ultimately able to raise some money to repair some of the arches. It’s been hard going, though. The estimated cost to repair the whole stretch was £23 million, and Brighton tried twice to secure Heritage Lottery Funding but was denied. The grant from Heritage England will jumpstart Phase 1 of the multimillion-pound restoration of the landmark. Phase 1 will restore 28 of the 151 arches and bays and install a new accessible elevator. “The restoration of Madeira Terrace is hugely important, not just for protecting our unique heritage, but for breathing new life into the east of the seafront. Historic England’s support is a crucial step in bringing this much-loved landmark back to its former glory and a welcome sign of confidence in Brighton. “I, like many in our city, have watched the terraces deteriorate over time with great sadness. We’ve lost this vital public space east of the pier, and I’m delighted we’re revitalising it for a whole new generation. This is a historic turning point that will be a proud sign of what we can achieve together.” Chris Ward, MP for Brighton Kemptown and Peacehaven

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In a 1971 essay entitled “The Bible,” Ken Kesey wrote about what he felt was the most important of questions, the one he felt the Bible addresses: do we treat those around us as tools to be used or as people bound together with us and with God? What is real touches us deeply. We sense the difference clearly between depth and shallowness. To make his point, he asked his reader to compare two artistic views of American forests. One view used to frequently grace the pages of magazines back in the ’60s and ’70s — ads by Weyerhaeuser, the wood products corporation, in which they touted their good stewardship of their forests. Their ad was accompanied with a picture of a nice forest scene, replete with nice forest animals — entirely nice, entirely serving their point, which was to make their products attractive in a time when there was much concern over damage caused by foresting practices then in vogue. It was all nice. The other view was from the magnificent coffee-table sized collection of the photographs of Eliot Porter, then in his 80s, entitled In Wildness. Kesey wrote of Porter’s book: His eerily profound pictures of rocks and flowers and trees convey a concentration so intense that my first time through the book I remember becoming nauseous when I found myself tripping on the pictures to such a degree that I thought I had been dosed. Weyerhaeuser’s art was serving the purpose of selling the products of the forests it owned; Porter’s art was tracing the infinite depths of the art the Creator has put into His world. Paraphrasing how Kesey puts it, there’s all the difference in the world between that and the point of view of one who acts on the belief that if you can’t sell stuff to somebody, then it can’t be worth much.  I’ve had my own pet comparison to illustrate the same point. I grew up with Winnie the Pooh with the original illustrations of E. H. Shepard. His drawings of Christopher Robin, Eeyore, and Winnie the Pooh were welcoming and delightful to a small child and their enchantment only increases with age. Shepard does not draw the characters as treacly; there is no condescension whatsoever in them. Those traits may sell movies and merch, which is just fine, but they do not bring us into wonder. Shepard did that. He joined us in the wonder of the imagination which we discover as children and which we need all our lives. And that is a world that is both powerful and dangerous — Christopher Robin senses that his world is both beautiful and fragile — and we know that with some precision as adults that the lesson of such art is all the more necessary. Compare that to the roly-poly saccharine Pooh of Disney’s cartoon, which has more in common with the bear touting the virtues of Charmin for his posterior than to Shepard’s Winnie. There is no wonder there — only its sellable simulacrum.  Disney did not start out that way. The art of his early movies was no mere imitation. The image of the Wicked Queen standing before her mirror in Snow White haunts the mind as an archetype of evil.  The multiplying brooms in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice sequence from Fantasia imprints itself on the mind the way Frankenstein did in the 19th century, warning us that the work of our hands can turn very, very dangerous when we think that our power is all we need in the world.  But Disney left that kind of depth behind. In recent years, its run onto the shoals. It has plunked for politicized art, which does not trust the viewer or the creator, but relies on its conformity with an intolerant culture to manipulate our assent. A ticket to its products serves as admission to the Uniculture’s approval. One must assent to the message and buy the product because of the pressure of the regnant ideology which requires obeisance in every area of life — and which sickens everything it touches. Learning to distinguish between the invitation to depth and wonder on the one hand and manipulation on the other, Kesey was saying, is a lesson that applies to the art of life as well as art in the smaller sense. Kesey pointed towards Martin Buber’s philosophy of relationship, that the prime reality in life is relationship, and we choose one of two kinds: I-It, in which the other is merely a cipher, an ‘it,’ whom we mean to use as long as it is useful to us; and I — Thou, meaning we relate to the other as having the same kind of innate value as we know in ourselves, and not reducible to mere usefulness. This all follows from Genesis 1 — the human being is created in the image of God and is not reducible to anything. The Infinite One has invested us with infinite worth, and the test of our true humanity is how we live this understanding in every single choice we make. (READ MORE from Shmuel Klatzkin: Grant Power Only to the Accountable)  This principle applies to politics as well. The vision of Shepard was not of airbrushed perfection, but of a genuine lovability. Pooh was silly, Pooh could be weak, as could all the other characters in that book — but they showed their soul, and we loved them not in spite of those flaws but because of them — we felt kinship precisely because we see Pooh as sharing the shortcomings we work to overcome every day. Porter’s photos showed everything in the forest, the rot and the mud as well as the blazing autumn leaves and mighty tree trunks. The dizzying detail in which the whole range of what Aristotle called generation and corruption was all on display and it is the totality of the vision that makes it real, affective, memorable — and part of us, together in God’s creation. Why Real Matters Analyze our current political content by this same sure criterion. Is your candidate looking to sell you a partially real vision crafted to extract your vote, but which can establish no lasting bond of trust? Or is your candidate candidly flawed, but entirely real, and who throws himself with complete reliance on your recognizing his commitment, in faith that that act of trust will bring us all closer to national redemption? (READ MORE: We the People Can Break the Culture of Lies) The campaign already had its signal moment, when bloodied and pushed to the ground Trump stood up, pumped his fist, and yelled “Fight! Fight! Fight!” As Teamsters President Sean O’Brien said at the RNC podium (and think of that! a Teamsters president speaking to the Republican convention!): I think we all can agree whether we like him or don’t like him — in the light of what happened to him on Saturday, he has proven to be one tough SOB. It isn’t hard to discern when you are looking. What is real touches us deeply. We sense the difference clearly between depth and shallowness. Check: is the candidate being sold by artifice and by careful management, trying to find the way to extract votes that trusts the voter very little and commits to the voter even less? Or is the candidate a whole and real person, warts and all, who trusts the voter enough to put forward all that he is, seeking to create a sustaining bond of ongoing trust? There is the choice. The post The Real Choice in This Election appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

Pete Rose’s career-defining moment did not come at the 1970 All-Star Game when he barreled over Ray Fosse at home plate to win the contest for the National League. Rather, it involved another catcher ten seasons later. In the deciding game six of the World Series, Bob Boone dropped a Frank White foul ball only to see Pete Rose, backing him up from first base, catch it to make the crucial out. It helped the Philadelphia Phillies defeat the Kansas City Royals to win their first World Series in nearly a century of play. “I attacked my job no differently than my father attacked his job at the bank,” he told an interviewer in 1985. A Little Leaguer first baseman backs up his catcher as Rose did. In the majors, many first basemen might yield to the catcher and just assume he makes the out. Rose relied on the fundamentals on every play. He could not be sure a former Gold Glove winner would catch a somewhat routine fly ball. So, he backed him up. Yes, one best understands a man with 4,256 hits not through any at-bat but through this play in the field in which he demonstrated a commitment to baseball fundamentals and hustle. And Rose displayed such qualities at numerous positions, playing more than three full seasons at first, second, third, right field, and left field. He could not pitch or hit for power. He pretty much did everything else. And he did it the way coaches teach players and not the way athletes perform after big contracts erode the basics. Rose competed the way the blue-collar people watching him from the stands would if given the chance. This explains their commitment to him after banishment from the game, jail, and now death. Pete Rose died, tellingly, in Las Vegas earlier this week. His last public appearance came, tellingly, at a card show a day earlier in Nashville. Rose’s signature, approaching John Hancock’s in its ubiquity, ranks low in value because he kept wielding the pen at such shows. And Las Vegas seems the one American city surely to embrace a notorious gambler. Well, another city holds Pete Rose in a tighter embrace than Las Vegas. “Pete was about twelve years old when he got hired to work on the boat,” Keith O’Brien writes in the 2024 biography Charlie Hustle of his subject’s work on the Ohio River. “The ferry operator, Mr. Kottmyer, paid Pete a menial wage to dart amid cars and collect the crossing fares — thirty-five cents for automobiles, five cents for passengers.” Rose signed into the Reds system for a measly $7,000, worked for $2.83 an hour loading and unloading freight cars in the offseason, and hit 30 triples — the ultimate hustle hit — during his 1961 stint in the Florida State League. From such a CV, Reds minor league manager Johnny Vander Meer jotted down of the prospect: “Excellent habits.” Vander Meer’s observations presumably concerned the baseball diamond. Off of it, Rose characteristically first set eyes on his wife at Cincinnati’s River Downs, often played a Tampa triple header (horses, dogs, jai alai) after a morning spring training session, and parlayed his gambling prowess to serve as the fill-in on The NFL Today for Jimmy the Greek when the handicapper fell ill. Unfortunately, that degenerate gambler Pete Rose — the guy frantically calling his bookie at five minutes to one on a Sunday afternoon to get his bets in — we remembered in his passing. Even Big Red Machine teammate Johnny Bench spoke at length on the gambling. Did anyone discuss Frank White’s eighth-inning popout to the first baseman in the 1980 World Series? It came about for the same reason the later ignominy did: the competitor, for better and worse, embraced a lot of the same habits as the guys in the stands. Baseball’s hit king described himself as his father living in the succeeding generation with bigger and better opportunities. “I attacked my job no differently than my father attacked his job at the bank,” he told an interviewer in 1985. “He never missed a day at work. He went on Saturdays. He wouldn’t leave until something was completed, he wouldn’t leave at 5 o’clock.” Pete Rose wouldn’t leave the game after more than a quarter century in it. It took a Major League Baseball investigation to force him to go home. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the game’s greatest ambassador while he played acted as its greatest cautionary tale in repose. READ MORE from Daniel Flynn: None Dare Call It Indifference Vance Outclasses Walz in Debate That Validates His Selection The post Pete Rose in Repose appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

Following the assassination attempts against Donald Trump, many American Christians have no doubt been praying for the former president, his family, and their safety. But there’s another good reason to pray for the Trumps … Melania Trump, one of only two former First Ladies to call herself a Catholic, has recently spoken in favor of abortion, the slaughter of unborn innocents. “It is imperative to guarantee that women have autonomy in deciding their preference of having children, based on their own convictions, free from any intervention or pressure from the government,” Melania writes in her upcoming memoir, according to a report from The Guardian. She continued: Why should anyone other than the woman herself have the power to determine what she does with her own body? A woman’s fundamental right of individual liberty, to her own life, grants her the authority to terminate her pregnancy if she wishes. Restricting a woman’s right to choose whether to terminate an unwanted pregnancy is the same as denying her control over her own body. I have carried this belief with me throughout my entire adult life. In a video posted to social media after news of her pro-abortion memoir excerpt broke, Melania declared, “Individual freedom is a fundamental principle that I safeguard. Without a doubt, there is no room for compromise when it comes to this essential right that all women possess from birth.” Quoting a popular, though woefully incorrect, pro-abortion slogan, she asked, “What does ‘My body, my choice’ really mean?” Earlier this year, the Donald himself seemingly abandoned the pro-life principles that he championed while campaigning in 2016 and while in office until 2021. While touting the fact that he had appointed the U.S. Supreme Court Justices who wisely reversed the calamitous Roe v. Wade decision in 2022, Trump erroneously said that the Court’s ruling was the right one because it handed the abortion issue back to the states, which is where he said it belongs. To that end, he also gutted the GOP’s platform this summer, removing the Republican Party’s longstanding commitment to the sanctity of life. The existence of such groups as “Catholics for Choice” and “Catholics for Harris” is further evidence of the widespread failure of Catholic leaders. There are, it seems, two chief issues with the Trumps’ reasoning on abortion. The former President’s argument is easier to address: abortion in America is the slaughter of American children and, as such, ought to be criminalized at the federal level. Trump rightly and justly castigates various states and cities for their immigration policy, noting that California or New Mexico has a duty to the wellbeing of the rest of the nation to enforce immigration law. If that duty is not upheld, violence eventually erupts. American citizens are attacked and stabbed, American women are raped, American children are murdered. Likewise, each state has a duty to the rest of the nation to protect the children of that nation. Abortion is a matter not of consensus, not of degree, but of absolute morality. Either it is immoral to kill an innocent child or it isn’t. It isn’t moral in New York or California but immoral in Texas or Louisiana; that isn’t how morality works, and if it were then Trump’s quest to uphold justice and protect the nation’s sovereignty would be meaningless, a mere matter of taste or preference. Melania Trump’s Emotional Appeal The argument proffered by Melania has, perhaps, a more emotional appeal to it than Trump’s and certainly has little, if anything, to do with political expediency, but it is just as wrong and just as flawed. Women should be able to make their own decisions, of course, about having children, without government interference. (To that end, I might note, vaccination requirements ought to be banned in hospitals, but Melania isn’t likely to argue for that.) The interesting thing is that women are able to make their own decisions about having children. Since, it would seem, the beginning of humanity’s lengthy sojourn upon this earth, we have figured out pretty quickly that sex often results in having babies. This isn’t a novelty, it didn’t take Copernicus to figure it out, it didn’t take Magellan to discover it. Yes, there are tragic cases of rape, but those account for an infinitesimally small portion of abortions. The more honest way of saying what Melania says is that some people want to have sex, knowing that it may well result in the conception of another human life, but have decided that sex is so irresistible that it’s worth it to end that life in order to keep having sex, or in order to avoid the responsibility that would follow from having sex and conceiving a child. Protecting unborn life does not inhibit anyone’s “individual freedom,” it is not an infringement on some “fundamental principle” or “essential right.” On the contrary, it is upholding those very goods, safeguarding the individual freedom of the unborn child and shielding the most fundamental principle, the most essential right, the right to live. Abortion activists always portray pro-life legislation as a form of oppression, a roadblock on the path to uninhibited freedom, when it is in fact a necessary check against the raging sexual appetites, which would (in this case) literally kill in order to engorge themselves. Melania says that she has “carried this belief with [her] throughout [her] entire adult life,” which is a damn shame, since it shows that the moral tenets of the Catholic faith she professes have been left behind, presumably somewhere before adulthood. The Catholic Church is notoriously opposed to abortion and has unwaveringly proclaimed the unequivocal moral evil of abortion since the first century. This also, sadly, more than likely means that she has been poorly catechized. The existence of such groups as “Catholics for Choice” and “Catholics for Harris” is further evidence of the widespread failure of Catholic leaders to proclaim the truth and, just as importantly, ensure that it is taught to and understood by Catholics. The absence of clear, correct catechesis has wrought untold damage on the Western World and, especially through the evil of abortion, been at least indirectly responsible for tens of millions of the most brutal deaths. So while American Christians (and Catholic in particular) are right to pray for the safety of President Trump and his wife, do not forget to pray for the conversion of their hearts, that they might reject the grave evil of abortion and truly lead the United States in the paths of righteousness. READ MORE from S.A. McCarthy: Tim Walz Is the Embodiment of Oddity German Bishops Firing Conservative Voters The post Two Reasons To Pray for the Trumps appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.

If there were a Bartlett’s dedicated to the most cluelessly smug quotes ever spoken by the Left, journalist Hanna Rosin would have her own entry. In a recent article in the venerable Atlantic, “The Insurrectionists Next Door,” Rosin tells how her partner Lauren Ober tried to enlighten her new neighbors in southeast Washington, D.C.  Writes Rosin for the ages, “Lauren gives a delicate but effective lesson on how white privilege works, and explains that having had to work hard doesn’t exempt you from it.” To sustain their jerry-rigged world view, the Left routinely create their own alternative sets of facts as Rosin does in describing Babbitt’s death. The recipient of Ober’s wisdom is one of her new neighbors, Micki Witthoeft. Other than perhaps the mother of Derek Chauvin, it is hard to imagine any woman less deserving of a lecture on white privilege than Witthoeft.  Without warning, on January 6, 2021, black police lieutenant Michael Byrd shot and killed her daughter, a 14-year Air Force veteran named Ashli Babbitt. A suit brought by Ashli’s husband Aaron Babbitt suggests why Witthoeft has abandoned her home and husband in California to crusade for justice in Rosin’s DC neighborhood, a crusade that includes a nightly vigil at the DC jail, “the Gulag.” According to the suit, Byrd, who was masked and out of uniform, did not identify himself as a police officer, did not give Ashli verbal orders to stop, did not give her a chance to comply, did not “diligently assess” the situation before firing, and never considered any other compliance techniques.  Most critically, the 5’ 2” Ashli did not pose “an imminent danger of death or serious injury.” After a cursory internal review, Byrd was promoted to captain. In its 800-page report, the House January 6 committee did not so much as mention Byrd by name. Micki Witthoeft won’t stop saying it. Rosin describes Witthoeft as “the anchor of the house, of this whole universe.” Like Conrad’s Charles Marlow, Ober and Rosin are fascinated by “the blank spaces” on their map. For the cocooned Left, MAGA country is blank enough, but no space within it is as blank as Witthoeft’s universe, a universe peopled by the victims of the judicial tyranny unleashed on January 6, 2021.  These victims include the 1,500 or so people prosecuted to date and their friends and families. To sustain their self-image as champions of social justice, Rosin and her fellow travelers have to ignore how uniformly and egregiously the arrested J6ers have been overcharged. To sustain that ignorance they have to reject all evidence that presents January 6 as something other than an insurrection.  It troubles the Atlantic reporters that Ashli Babbitt has emerged as a martyr for her fellow insurrectionists, but it does not surprise them. Rosin accuses the jailed J6ers, for instance, of having “created a mythology — effectively a set of alternative facts — about who they were.” She writes this, alas, unaware of the mythology she and her allies have created about themselves. (READ MORE from Jack Cashill: Who Had Capitol Police Officer Brian Sicknick ‘Murdered’?) Rosin and Ober interact with the “insurrectionists” next door with the patient paternalism Dr. Livingstone did with Kololo in Central Africa. The difference is that Livingstone and other missionaries worked from a consistent philosophy whose Judeo-Christian principles had been honed over the centuries. They had wisdom to share. The woke, by contrast, improvise on the fly. They have bromides to share, bromides about such ephemera as, say, “white privilege.” As Kamala Harris has shown, those bromides can be ditched overnight and, if need be, by the bushelful. To sustain their jerry-rigged world view, the Left routinely create their own alternative sets of facts as Rosin does in describing Babbitt’s death. For Rosin’s story line to work, Babbitt has to be an insurrectionist. Tailoring the evidence accordingly, Rosin pictures Babbitt marching down the hallway “at the front of a column of rioters.”  In fact, Babbitt avoided a large group jawing with a handful of Republican congressman at the entrance to the House floor and walked down the empty hallway followed by one other person, Tayler Hansen, a young citizen journalist who recorded the encounter.  “She strides down the hallway,” Rosin adds, “like she knows where she’s going.” Implied in this remark is that Babbitt had a plan. Rosin ignores the reality that Babbitt had come to DC by herself, entered the Capitol 90 minutes after the riot started, and wandered around the building as cluelessly as everyone else for the 20 minutes before dead-ending at the doors to the Speaker’s lobby. As Hansen reports, he and Babbitt joked with the three Capitol Police officers guarding the doors. Having served most of her Air Force career in police work, she identified with the police. After a minute or two, a swarm of protesters made their way to these same doors. In that crowd was an ex-con named Zachary Alam. In October 2023, former CBS reporter Sharyl Attkisson did a feature on Alam and two other potential provocateurs for her show “Full Measure.” Attkisson explained. “I didn’t see key provocateurs removed from the crowd. In fact, the key provocateurs in this case seem to be sort of tolerated, if not encouraged, by some of the police officers on the front line.” Free to roam, Alam moved to the front of the crowd, reached between the officers, and began punching the doors’ glass panels while yelling, “Fuck the blue.” Appalled by Alam’s behavior, Ashli shouted at the feckless officers over the din. “She was basically yelling at these officers telling them to do their jobs,” said Hansen.  Hansen meanwhile chastised Alam, “Chill out! Chill the fuck out, bro!” For more than a minute after the first window was cracked, protestors argued with the officers but did not touch them or threaten them. Nor did they smash any more windows. At one point, Alam stood with his back to the officers keeping the crowd at bay. Writes Rosin, “The policemen guarding the doors, overwhelmed by the sheer number of rioters, abandon their post” The video does not bear this out at all. The officers were not in any imminent danger. They appear to have noticed a Capitol Police emergency response team mount the stairs to the lobby and left before the response team could reach them. As soon as the officers pulled away, Alam grabbed a helmet from another protestor and broke out all the glass from the transom on far the right side. “Ashli was actively trying to disarm these people,” Hansen observed, “trying to calm them down through this entire kind of confrontation with these police officers.”  So frustrated was Babbitt by Alam’s action that she punched him in the face, knocking his glasses off. It was then that she climbed into the window frame — most likely to escape the crowd, but certainly not to lead an insurrection — and Byrd promptly shot her. (READ MORE: First, They Came for the J6ers) Rosin has no excuse for not reporting any of this. On Memorial Day of this year I met her during the Annual Ashli Babbitt Freedom March. As we marched through Rosin’s neighborhood on the way to DC “Gulag,” I encouraged her to stake out new territory by being the first “mainstream” reporter to tell the true story of January 6. To make her job easier, I gave her a copy of my newly published book, Ashli: The Untold Story of the Women of January 6. In the book, I explain what motivated these women and other protestors to go to Washington on that fateful day: the Russia collusion hoax, the internet censorship, the COVID lockdowns, the suppression of the Hunter Biden laptop, the 51 intel officers coup, and, yes, an intentionally chaotic election whose announced results only the brain dead could trust.  Unwilling to confront the protestors’ real motivations, Rosin seems to include all these injustices under the Orwellian rubric, “the Big Lie,” a phrase she uses without irony. She concludes her article with the wishful thought, “But the Big Lie’s hold on Mamma Micki may be loosening.” I don’t think so. The tweet Witthoeft posted on October 1 reveals just how futile was the Atlantic’s effort to enlighten the natives: “Day 1364 of the Political Hostage Crisis. Day 792 of the Continuous J6 Nightly Vigils on #Freedom Corner.” The struggle continues. Jack Cashill’s new book, Ashli: The Untold Story of the Women of January 6, is now available in all formats. The post The <i>Atlantic</i> ’s Hanna Rosin Brings Woke Gospel to MAGA Country appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.