Saturday, March 24, 2012

The Argus Runs 'Special Investigation' Concerning Wiston Clinic

Pensions and pay: Something worth getting really worked up about...
Well, I have a short while to blog, so I'll cut to the chase.  I had a spare hour the other day, so thought I'd drop by on the 40 Days for Life vigil taking place outside Wiston Clinic, Brighton's abortion house. I had time to pray to the Blessed Mother of God for all inside and outside the abortion clinic and chat a while to the two or three souls who kept vigil.

The first thing I'll say is that the vigil is very low-key. It really is two or three people with some magazines, leaflets and some courage asking if they can give passers by, any passers by, some information about abortion.  Because it was 40 Days for Life, rather than Abort 67, there were no graphic images of dead unborn children on display. In the hour that I was there, women, alone or in a couple, came and walked in and out of the clinic.

I saw my role there as someone who prays, maintains a blog and who wanted to write a blogpost on 40 Days for Life's activity in Brighton. Of course, I don't come at this issue without my own opinion on abortion which is informed by what I see as the natural injustice of abortion, a view also informed by the Church's teaching on the innate dignity of the human person. However, I'd also maintain that, whatever way you look at abortion through the 'kaleidoscope' of the modern lens, it always looks rather ugly. Indeed, even those who maintain a pro-abortion stance regularly call the procedure 'highly regrettable', in a similar way to how the IRA used to call the loss of life in Northern Ireland after another bomb blast 'highly regrettable' even though they admitted to planting the bomb in the middle of a shopping centre and exploded it during the day when everyone was out shopping.

I asked one of the 'activists' there whether they had received much coverage from the local press.  I wasn't quite sure how The Argus would take this issue on and was even considering writing a piece and sending it in after what I saw. Now, I realise just how pointless that would have been because not only do I come to this issue from a perspective which sees abortion as a grave injustice to women and children, but The Argus clearly come to this issue believing that the rather low-key vigil outside the clinic is a grave threat to a woman's natural 'right to abortion'. Welcome to the culture clash of 21st century Brighton and, indeed, Britain. 

Taking a clearly different slant to that of The Telegraph (otherwise known as a proper newspaper) and biding their time, The Argus have finally run a 'special investigation' into Wiston Clinic. Instead of investigating the abortion industry, however, the local newspaper decided to investigate the people outside the clinic. Quite why a 'special investigation' is required into the vigils is anybody's guess, since those who publicly stand against the abortion industry do so in the light of day in clear view of everybody.  In fact, unlike the BPAS, they want people to see what they are doing.  

The Argus paper ran with the headline: 'Protesters 'Intimidate' Rape Victim'. It is alleged that a woman complained of being filmed and 'harangued' by the activists. I don't know whether that is true. Personally, from what I know of 40 Days for Life and even the Abort 67 people, the vigils are really very 'hands off'. Most of the day I spent with Abort 67 a while back was literally asking people if they wanted information, being told 'No' and then me looking down at the ground. The simple reason and need for some 'information' is that BPAS are notorious for not providing women with particularly objective facts about abortion. Why would they? It would be like From what I've seen, that seems to be par for the course. From what I have seen of the vigils, the video camera was only whipped out by Abort 67 when the cops showed up for protection. Nobody was filming on the occasions that I visited for an hour to pray and see what was going on. If that is happening then that is not good, but all I can say is that I've seen nothing of the sort. I'll tell you what I did see though.

Only five minutes on my arrival at Wiston Clinic, I saw a woman walk past a woman handing out information on the facts of abortion who took one look at the woman handing out leaflets, said 'No, thank you', to the information, and told the woman handing out the information, "I think you're absolutely disgusting." Charming, eh? Anyone would have thought the woman handing out the information was advocating the mass slaughter of children or something.

During the hour that I was there someone came out of Wiston Clinic with a bag of 'medical waste' and dumped it in the bin outside the clinic. The three or four of us there all knew what was inside the 'medical waste' bag that had been dumped outside the clinic and it is not pleasant to think about because whatever you think about abortion, you know that your funeral will be a great deal more dignified than that, even if your relatives end up playing 'Life is a Rollercoaster' by Ronan Keating or something equally as awful as your corpse lays in the Church and your Soul awaits prayers. Still, even that is more dignified than 'the bin outside the house'.

As I say, no matter how you look at abortion, it doesn't look good and it doesn't look good when unborn children are dumped outside a house in a bin. More than anything else, it is really depressing. And, for each woman that comes out of the abortion clinic skipping down the road in liberated, radiant glory, there will always be another who goes home with a sense of great unease, sadness and ends up writing letters to her deceased unborn baby and drowning out her memory with vodka and paracetamol years later.

Of course, Councillor Mary Mears (who aborted the Open Market in Brighton, along with the livelihoods of some of its traders, so that it could be turned into flats), local Council leaders and our very own Green MP, Caroline Lucas (who aborted my common sense when I damnably voted for her - don't ask) added their concerned voices to the chorus of disapproval of the protesters in The Argus's 'special investigation', as all and sundry basically called for this behaviour which apparently makes those who enter the clinic, both workers and clients feel 'distressed' to be stopped, if not voluntarily, then by force.

Kindly, The Argus allowed one box in the two page spread to the 'view of the anti-abortionist', but, aside from that, you would have thought that the 'special investigation' might uncover great corruption, intrigue and devastating evidence that the campaigners were doing something diabolically evil, wicked and, above all, unlawful. Unfortunately for the BPAS, who run Wiston Clinic, these are now charges being levelled at them all over the British Press. It's a shame that The Argus couldn't go so far as to walk inside the clinic and do some undercover reportage on what the abortion process is really like. For example, what kind of counselling, before and after abortion, is available from BPAS? Hey. Here's an idea, all you 'roving reporters' at The Argus, you who are so great at 'special investigations' with regard to abortion. Why not get someone to open those bins, grab a bag of medical waste and take a look at the contents? No? I can't blame you. After all, that would be a little too 'distressing' now, wouldn't it, especially for Brighton's readers?  To the powerful of this World and to those who live in darkness, there is nothing so distressing as the light of truth.

The Fourth Estate has a moral duty to speak truth to power, to defend the weak and innocent and to uncover injustice as the mighty wield power over the vulnerable and defenceless. The Argus seem to actually believe that in this case that description is fitting for a couple of guys and ladies in rain macs outside an abortion mill, rather than the huge 'charity' making loads of cash out of killing unborn babies at the taxpayer's expense. The clinic itself, according to The Argus, re-opened in 2008 following a £2 million refurbishment. Gosh. The BPAS aren't short of a bob or two are they? That must have been quite some re-opening day. A real treat for all the family. The Argus reported the fact that this new refurbishment meant that the clinic could perform over 1,500 abortions a year as if this was somehow something for Brightonians to celebrate.

Welcome to the culture clash of 21st century Brighton. Welcome to the culture clash of 21st century Britain. Welcome to the sickening neutralisation of the Fourth Estate and our local newspaper which has been co-opted by the powerful abortion lobby of the BPAS and their very wealthy and very influential supporters.

Clearly, in modern Britain, with all the cruelty and barbarity of the modern age, there is really only one thing worth protesting about at The Argus. And that is, yep, you guess it... pensions and pay. Tell you what: The day I see The Argus siding with the weak, the innocent, the poor, the defenceless, the downcast, the outcasts, the cruelly and unjustly treated and oppressed of this World, and against the powerful, the rich and the big businesses that make money out of despicable injustice in the city of Brighton and Hove, then I'll stand up for these shoddy excuses for journalists and their pensions and their pay. That day seems a long, long way off. The ironic thing is that inside paper in the centre spread 'investigation' piece is a weekend magazine with Joan Baez, the famous 60s protest singer, on the front. I don't know what Joan thinks of abortion. I think though, that this song, could be dedicated to the innocent unborn babes who we pray and hope reign in Heaven with Christ forever and forever young.



Still, if or when the Council create a bye-law decreeing that you can't loiter with information outside an abortion clinic, at least the new law on 'approaching people', causing people 'distress' and 'haranguing people' will mean I can walk down the street in peace without getting approached by someone wanting my debit card details for their obscure rainforest charity and, unlike pro-lifers, not taking the word 'No' for an answer. Maybe politicans and their workers will stop coming to my door asking me to vote for them as well. Hope springs eternal...

Friday, March 23, 2012

That Hamilton Woman

Another home run from the Kordas, That Hamilton Woman (1941) is a superior historical romance. Husband-and-wife stars Laurence Olivier and Vivian Leigh bring legendary lovers to life in this mature, tragic film.

Emma Hamilton (Vivien Leigh) is unhappily married to Sir William Hamilton (Alan Mowbray), England's milquetoast ambassador to Naples during the Napoleonic Wars. Emma makes acquaintance of Horatio Nelson (Laurence Olivier), a dashing British naval officer who enlists Emma in a diplomatic mission. Five years pass before the two meet again: France threatens to overrun Naples, while Emma is shocked to see now-Admiral Nelson badly disfigured from several naval battles. The two fall in love, and their open affair becomes a scandal when their respective spouses find out.

In lesser hands That Hamilton Woman could be a mopey soap opera. But Alexander Korda crafts it into a remarkably mature film, full of perfectly-realized characters. Emma is a frustrated social climber betrayed by men: her initial beau dumps her off on Sir William, who considers her an "ornament" to his lavish residence. She's an interesting proto-feminist, rebelling against social mores by negotiating with Neapolitan royals, carrying on an open affair and raising a child alone. History deals Emma an unhappy fate but we can certainly admire her chutzpah.

Admiral Nelson is one of Britain's great heroes but he, too, is crafted in very human terms. The stiff-necked but charming young captain becomes a haunted admiral, missing an eye and arm, acclaimed as a hero but unhappy. His love for Emma rejuvenates him, inspiring him to reckless acts of courage (saving the King of Naples, attacking the French fleet at Trafalgar) that makes him a living legend. Lovers caught up in historical events is a familiar trope, but Hamilton does it with uncommon style and grace. So successful is the story that the final battle is almost superfluous: just seeing Emma's reaction is powerful enough.

Lest we view the romance idyllically, writers Walter Reisch and R.C Sheriff present its consequences. Sir William accepts Emma's infidelity but Lady Nelson (Gladys Cooper) behaves with frosty dignity. She humiliates the Admiral in a very public incident and refuses to divorce him, forcing the lovers to "live in sin." Emma's disinherited by Sir William, and her refusal to accept Nelson's generosity drives her to the poor house and beyond. It's not a pretty picture, the situation tragic within perfectly human dimensions.


Made at the height of World War II, Hamilton makes no bones about its contemporary parallels. "Dictators can't be reasoned with, they must be destroyed!" thunders Nelson while diplomats urge peace with Napoleon. The Kordas take for granted Britain's role as "world policeman," standing alone against tyranny. Winston Churchill reportedly claimed this as his favorite film; I'm sure he found its straightforward patriotism more palatable than The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp's subtleties. Modern viewers may find the jingoism disconcerting, but it fairly reflects a moment when Britain seemed the last bastion of freedom.

The Kordas marshall a modest but effective production. The entire film takes place indoors, but there's excellent set design, costumes and matte work to keep things from getting stuffy. Rudolph Mate's expressive photography deserves special praise: one scene features a brilliant deep focus effect, cloaking Emma in shadow while Lady Nelson knits in the background. The depiction of Trafalgar makes use of some impressive miniatures: Nelson's flagship spewing a thunderous broadside makes a stirring image.

Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh with both newly-minted stars and make a brilliant screen pairing. Leigh breaths life into her complex protagonist with her usual brassy strength and gravitas. Olivier gives one of his best performances, effective as the battle-scarred veteran, life rekindled by love. The two make a most agreeable couple, looking good and delivering perfect chemistry and passion.

Gladys Cooper (My Fair Lady) gets the meatiest supporting role, all cold politeness and barely-restrained fury. Alan Mowbray (My Darling Clementine) plays his cuckold role with dry humor, and Henry Wilcoxcon has some nice moments as Nelson's loyal aide. Halliwell Hobbes gets an amusing role as Nelson's pastor father.

That Hamilton Woman is a superb period melodrama. If Winston Churchill liked it, who am I to argue?

I was at school with Victoria Gillick!

OK, that may not vie with the headline: 'Freddie Starr ate my hamster' but it at least may have its origins in the truth.

You see, on holiday in Oz at present I am reading the great Victoria Gillick's book, 'A Mother's Tale' and, on page 92 she mentions that she attended a Dominican Convent School in Middlesex.

As far as I am aware, there was only one Dominican Convent School in Middlesex in the 1950s and that was St James's, Burnt Oak, my alma mater. I was there about the same time as VG but, no surprise that our paths never crossed as boys and girls were strictly segregated.

And, if you know not the name, Victoria Gillick, haste ye to Google and you will find that, as a young mother, she fought the battle against under age contraception advice from such knowledgeable folk as school nurses and GPs and, in fact, anyone other than the parents of the said child.
Fred the school caretaker had more authority than a twelve year old girls's mother both then and today.

She went to the High Courts and lost. How could she ever win? But she fought and that it what is important in my book.

I was working in leafy Cheltenham at the time and remember seeing yellow and black posters proclaiming 'Kill Victoria Gillick' - that immediately had me on side, a Catholic woman taking on the establishment? Brilliant!

I immediately donated the princely sum of five pounds to her fighting fund, peanuts today but the price of a night out for two then.

The poster was, of course, the work of the socialists; a degenerate bunch if ever there was one.

We could do with a Victoria Gillick today, a laywoman who is not afraid to speak out and to go the mile with the cretins who are in authority over us. Offhand, I cannot think of a male or female of her calibre today.

If you want to gain a flavour of the immense battle that she entered on our behalf, read her book: 'A Mother's Tale'. Or, just Google the name.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

However You Look at the Kaleidoscope, the View is Treason



In other words:

"Thank you for coming to give an address to Parliament, your Royal Highness. As you know, Parliament is going to redefine marriage no matter what you may think of it because we've got the power, not you. You are a Christian Queen, but this is no longer a Christian country. We've moved on, so up yours, Ma'am."

Fr Tim Finigan reports on the 'sublime to the ridiculous' nature of John Bercow's astonishing speech to the Queen. I post it here, just in case you missed it. Quite bizarre. If only newspapers reported stuff like this...


'John Bercow is the Honorary President of the Kaleidoscope Trust “Working globally to promote a sentiment for diversity equal rights for all.” He launched the Trust on 13 September last year at a Reception at the House of Commons. Kaleidoscope has been selected as the Official Charity Partner of World Pride 2012. In his endorsement of the Trust, David Cameron referred to its principal focus:
Our country has made real progress on LGBT equality and, without forgetting how far we've still got to go domestically, it is right that we should now increasingly turn our attention towards bringing about change abroad.
In addition to the endorsement from the Prime Minister and leader of the Conservative party, the Trust has also published endorsements from Nick Clegg, Liberal Democrat party leader; Ed Milliband, Labour leader; Alex Salmond, First Minister of Scotland; Carwyn Jones, First Minister of Wales; Caroline Lucas, leader of the Green Party; and Baroness Catherine Ashton, High Representative of the European Union for Foreign Affairs and Security.

The Kaleidoscope Trust has made no secret of the plug given to it by the Speaker on the occasion of the Queen’s Address to Parliament on Tuesday.

So the Kaleidescope reference which David Cameron joshingly took up at PMQs the other day, as though it were merely a rhetorical gaffe, would have been known by all of the political leaders as a reference to the organisation that they have endorsed. Leaving aside any evaluation of the philosophy of the Kaleidoscope Trust, it does seem audacious to plug one particular organisation in an address to the Queen on a historic visit to Parliament on the occasion of the sixtieth anniversary of her accession. A correspondent has suggested to me  that the French have a good expression for an in-joke (which Her Majesty probably didn't understand) made in a formal address to the Sovereign: lèse-majesté.

Just on what is possibly an entirely unrelated matter: while googling around, I found an interesting post on Guido Fawkes about members room bookings. (Guido's interest is in the corruption invoved. He says "Some MPs have been trousering thousands from lobbyists and commercial interests to act as a room booking service.") My eye was caught by this entry:
Bercow hosts Masonic reception for 145. Gray’s Inn Lodge Ladies Night (Jun ’06)
I'm just saying...'

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

God, Prayer and Football

Prayers were said for Muamba 'from Bolton to Barcelona...'
Well, the United Kingdom might be the World's newest atheist State according to some, but that is news to others.

Recent days have seen tabloid newspapers with words like 'God is in Control' and 'Pray for Muamba' emblazoned across the front page.

British people and the World has responded with prayer for the young footballer who apparently basically died on the football pitch, only to be brought back to life an hour later and find himself in hospital, though reports are now emerging that the player is 'fine'.

The Telegraph is reporting his recovery as 'miraculous' since these are the words used by his doctor...

Dr Andrew Deaner described Muamba's recovery as "miraculous" after he was effectively brought back from the dead after the player's heart had stopped for over an hour.
"If you're going to use the term miraculous, I guess it could be used here," said Dr Deaner.
Muamba, 23, remains in intensive care at the London Chest Hospital where he had been in a critical state since Saturday evening. However, early signs of a recovery continue and the footballer on Monday night told Bolton's team doctor Jonathan Tobin he was "fine".
Dr Jonathan Tobin, who visited Muamba on Monday evening, said: "I'm glad to say that the early signs of recovery have continued. I went to see Fabrice last night. I went in and he said 'Hi, doc.' "I asked him how he was and he said 'Fine'." 

Dr Tobin said the player had asked him what had happened. "I explained to him what had happened," he said. "That's the sort of level of communication I have had with Fabrice."

It took 15 shocks to get the player's heart started after he collapsed, he said. Speaking at the hospital in Bethnal Green, east London, he told of his reaction when he first realised the player was in trouble. Going through his head was the thought "Oh my God, it's Fabrice", he said.

He described how a paramedic had held his hips as he stood in the ambulance trying to treat the footballer on the way to the hospital.

Medics worked on Muamba for 48 minutes between his collapse and arrival at the hospital, Dr Tobin said. At the hospital, doctors worked on him for another 30 minutes before his heart started beating again. "In effect, he was dead in that time," Dr Tobin said.

Dr Tobin admitted he broke down in tears in the hospital corridor when the seriousness of what had happened to the player hit home - and added that he had feared the worst. Dr Deaner, meanwhile, added that he had visited Muamba in hospital where the player was able to make a joke. "I whispered into his ear 'What's your name?'" Dr Deaner then said: "I said 'I understand you're a very good footballer'. And he said 'I try'."

Don't imagine that this will have any hardcore atheists re-thinking their views, mind. After all, Our Lord Himself said in His parable of the rich man and Lazarus, that even if a man should 'come back from the dead' that they will still not believe. Say a prayer that Muamba makes a full recovery and continues his playing career.

Peter Tatchell to Talk About 'Gay Marriage' at All Saints, Hove

He gets around, doesn't he?

I've a mind to go and give him a piece of my mind.

We have the Government reassuring us that this proposal has nothing to do with Churches because Churches won't be required to do same-sex marriages.

Meanwhile, Peter Tatchell is out spreading the Gospel according to Stonewall in Anglican churches...

Maybe I could do some busking outside All Saints. One Man, One Woman and this one, a newie called All of Nature. 

All of nature withdraws her holy song
Because you've been holding your nature in so long
All of nature takes fright, 
All of nature tells me St Paul was right
All of nature recoils

Can you tell what its about yet? I expect the last thing Mr Tatchell wants is chaps who've got the t-shirt telling the truth about homosexuality.

Every home needs a..........

.......God box!



A 'God box' is what my son has dubbed his collections of bird's eggs, crab shells, fossil fragments, seaweed filaments, dried leaves, small mammal skulls, moth's wings and many more besides; all enclosed in a framed case, normally hung on a wall.
Gerard Manley Hopkins would have been an enthusiast, 'Glory be to God for dappled things...' and 
'As kingfishers catch fire and dragonflies draw flame' are lines that spring to mind when one looks closely at Matthew's 'God boxes'.


A carefully collected and arrayed cluster of natural objects that emphasises that the world around us was created by a Supreme Spirit; the details in a humming bird's nest, the intricacy of a coral fragment and the   detail contained in the skeleton of a sea horse - all show the glory of God, not Darwin, and all are displayed in the Melbourne home of a boy that was, thank God, brought up in the wild countryside of Herefordshire and then West Wales.
The 'God box' concept has elements of Victorian England about it; the desire to capture the essence of creation in its most basic, natural form, the craving to capture the natural world in an alien framework of wood and glass - but, it works and you cannot but marvel at the detail and variety that God has laid before us, a cornucopia of intricate and beautiful design.

The beauty of God's vision for His world, enclosed in a glass cabinet