Tuesday, June 28, 2016

There will never be anyone like Tennessee legend Pat Summitt


Mechelle VoepelespnW.comhttp://espn.go.com/June 28, 2016
The lanky Tennessee farm girl they nicknamed "Bone" grew to heights that no one could have anticipated. She traveled the world, became a kind of surrogate mom to hundreds of daughters and helped fundamentally change collegiate athletics.
She was born on Flag Day, June 14, 1952, and personified the American dream. Like most iconic figures, she inspired an almost mythical kind of devotion. But how could someone be so larger-than-life magnificent and yet so humbly warm and real?
That was the essence of Pat Summitt, the longtime Tennessee women's basketball coach who died Tuesday morning at age 64, nearly five years after making public her diagnosis of early-onset dementia, Alzheimer's type.
To say there will never be anyone else like Summitt is not hyperbole. On the contrary, it seems inadequate. She won eight NCAA titles and went 1,098-208 in 38 seasons as coach at Tennessee. She was one of the most accomplished and influential figures in the history of women's sports, but also was universally respected and beloved.
"No matter who needs her -- from the last person on the bench to a manager to whoever -- she knew everybody by name and treated them as if they were her own," said three-time WNBA MVP Candace Parker, the star on Tennessee's 2007 and '08 national championship teams.
"She's made a huge impact on women's basketball. And she would be more excited and more proud in making an impact on an individual. Whenever I was going through things at Tennessee, she would open her door, and I'd come in and sit down."
Parker left her Los Angeles Sparks team after a victory in Minnesota on Friday to fly to Knoxville, Tennessee, to see Summitt once more.
"I've coached several Tennessee players, and they keep her in such high regard after they've left," Sparks coach Brian Agler said. "And I know it's not like she was there just patting them on the back the whole way. She challenged them to be great people and great players, and they have so much respect for her.
"I think she brought the women's college game from the back page to the front page. The Tennessee program, they were really the foundation that the modern era of women's basketball was built on."
Summitt took the Tennessee job at age 22 in 1974, when women's college athletics were in their infancy. It was just two years after Title IX had been passed, and a significant door to greater opportunities for girls and young women had been cracked open a little.
No one successfully pushed harder to fling open the door than the native Tennessean known as Pat Head when she started coaching. Whatever obstacles chauvinism and sexism presented, they weren't big enough to stop her.
In fact, they were no match for someone who had been strengthened since early childhood by the exhausting toil of caring for crops and livestock under the strict eye of her father, Richard Head, who demanded nothing more than everything she could possibly give.
"She taught me hard work. She's the hardest-working woman I've ever met in my life," Parker said. "She just didn't just say things; she did what she said. That was evident in the way she lived and the way she taught us as players."
At the 2008 Final Four, when Summitt won what turned out to be her last NCAA title, she retold a story that still seemed funny and fresh whenever she recounted it. As a 12-year-old, she had been left to finish off work in one of her family's hayfields by her father, who expected her to figure out how to get it done by day's end.
Which she did. And it never occurred to her to hope for a reprieve, even though it was a challenge she hadn't faced by herself before.
That's actually how Summitt met every challenge she encountered, including the most brutal: the despicable illness that prematurely ended her career, eroded her memories and autonomy, and then took her life.
When Summitt announced her diagnosis in 2011, there was shock followed by tears from every sector of the sports world.
Summitt didn't want anyone crying for her, though. She was an optimist but also a realist; she never sugarcoated anything to anyone, least of all herself. She comforted others who were in despair about her illness and told them she would fight it. She and her son, Tyler, established the Pat Summitt Foundation to raise funds for research.
Schools across the country established "We Back Pat" initiatives to contribute to the foundation. What her close friend, the late NC State coach Kay Yow, did to help in the battle against cancer -- which took Yow's life in 2009 -- Summitt did for Alzheimer's disease.
Bettye Giles was the women's athletics director at UT Martin when Summitt went to college and played basketball there from 1970 to '74. In the months after Summitt's diagnosis in 2011, Giles was still struggling with how such a thing could have happened to her friend.
"Pat has been such a big part of the growth of women's athletics," Giles said then, "that maybe it's part of the scheme of things for her to be involved in something major to be discovered with Alzheimer's. Maybe that's one of the greatest contributions she will ever make."
Alzheimer's seemed the harshest, most unimaginable, most unfair fate for Summitt, who had helped orchestrate so many happy memories for countless people.
But nothing can ever take away the history she made and the impact she had. Her time was far too short, but her legacy is endless.
"There's something about that woman," said Abby Conklin, who played on two NCAA championship teams for Summitt. "She gets things out of you that you never knew were in you."

Small-town beginnings

Summitt was born in Clarksville, Tennessee, one of five children of Richard and Hazel Head. She grew up in the Montgomery and Cheatham counties in Tennessee, her family relocating to the latter around the time she entered high school because it had a girls' basketball team.
Patricia Head was known as "Trish" or "Sis" to her family, but she was a bit too shy to correct people at UT Martin when they started calling her "Pat." So Pat she became.
But the shyness soon largely evaporated, and Pat became one of the most popular people on campus.
"Everyone liked her," Giles recalled. "She just was so much fun."
But she was also extremely driven. Summitt suffered a serious knee injury during her senior season of college and rehabbed that in 1974 after moving to Knoxville, taking the Tennessee coaching job, teaching classes there and also going to graduate school.
Summitt was able to stay active as a player, despite serious knee issues, through the 1976 Olympics, which were the first Summer Games to have women's basketball. Summitt and her U.S. teammates won a silver medal in Montreal. Then she was head coach for the 1984 team that won gold at the Los Angeles Games.
In all, 14 of Summitt's Tennessee players have been Olympians -- including Tamika Catchings, who will be on her fourth Olympic team later this summer in Rio de Janeiro.
"Once a Lady Vol, always a Lady Vol," is how Catchings described Summitt's motto. "No matter where I go, or who I talk to, when they ask what college I went to and I say 'University of Tennessee,' they always talk about Pat and the legacy."
In her early days of coaching, Summitt did what most women's coaches did then: pretty much everything. From driving a team van to washing uniforms to making sandwiches for trips.
The season before Summitt took over, Tennessee went 25-2 and finished third in the AIAW championships. So Summitt felt as if she had to meet high expectations. Tennessee became a consistent power under Summitt, but winning a national championship took a while for her. Tennessee had two AIAW runner-up finishes in 1980 and '81.
The NCAA assumed governance of women's athletics for the 1981-82 school year, and the Lady Vols made the first NCAA Women's Final Four in '82. They advanced to the NCAA title game for the first time in 1984, losing to Cheryl Miller and Southern Cal.
In 1987, Tennessee broke through for Summit's first NCAA title, beating rival Louisiana Tech in the final. It was Summitt's 13th season as coach.
"Our goal when we got there was to get that monkey off Pat's back and win a championship," said Shelley Sexton Collier, the point guard on the 1987 Lady Vols team. "We wanted to win it for her, but also for all those players who'd been before us."
Seven more NCAA titles would come, including three in a row from 1996 to '98, culminating with a 39-0 season in 1998. Chamique Holdsclaw was the star on those mid-'90s teams.
"Coach Summitt is a rare breed," Holdsclaw said. "Because I remember when my grandmother met her, she said, 'You're going to Tennessee.'"

Growing the women's game

Summitt always said her toughest loss on the court came in 1990, when Tennessee fell to Virginia in the Elite Eight. It prevented the Lady Vols from playing in the Final Four that they were hosting at Thompson-Boling Arena, and Summitt worried that the games would be sparsely attended by disappointed Tennessee fans.
She implored them to show up for the good of women's basketball, and they responded.
"People still came," said former Stanford player Jennifer Azzi, whose Cardinal won the NCAA title that year. "The place was still packed."
Summitt got her "revenge" a year later, when Tennessee beat Virginia in overtime in the national championship game. But it was the team the Cavaliers had defeated in that 1991 Final Four that would become Tennessee's ultimate rival: UConn.
Summitt had a reputation for being open to playing any team that elevated itself -- or was trying to -- in women's basketball.
"Pat has a hard time telling people no, and she does want to do what's best for the game," longtime Tennessee assistant Mickie DeMoss explained in 2011. "If she thinks it's going to promote the sport, that superseded anything else."
Summitt agreed to a January game at UConn in 1995 that was broadcast on ESPN on Martin Luther King Jr. Day. The teams were ranked 1-2, and The Associated Press delayed its poll voting a day to account for the result of the game. UConn won and became the top-ranked team, then defeated Tennessee again three months later in the national championship game.
The teams would meet again in the national semifinals the next season, and Tennessee would win this one on the way to a run of three NCAA titles in a row. In all, the Lady Vols and Huskies met 22 times, with UConn winning 13.
UConn coach Geno Auriemma preferred sarcastic sparring in pregame preparation for Tennessee, which was the opposite of Summitt's approach. Their relationship soured over time, and Summitt canceled the series after the 2007 meeting, which the Lady Vols won on their way to the national championship that year.
But like every other coach, Auriemma was devastated to hear of Summitt's illness. The two shared a hug at the 2012 Final Four in Denver. Auriemma, now with 11 national championships, has donated thousands of dollars to the Pat Summitt Foundation.
When Auriemma's Huskies won their eighth NCAA title in 2013 to tie Summitt, he brushed off any comparisons to men's basketball coaching greats.
"The only person I compare myself to is Pat Summitt," Auriemma said then. "And to be in that spot with her means a lot to me."

What a story to tell

Summitt chronicled her history and gave her perspective on coaching in three books co-authored with Washington Post columnist Sally Jenkins: "Reach for the Summit," "Raise the Roof" and "Sum It Up."
In "Pat XO," the espnW Nine for IX documentary released in 2013, dozens of family members, friends, players, coaches, opponents and admirers of Summitt recounted their memories in personal videos. Those were then woven together with footage of Summitt's career for a nuanced look at a woman whose influence seems incalculable.
Tennessee went to the Final Four 22 times under Summitt, 18 of those in the NCAA era. Official SEC play began for women's basketball in 1980, and Summitt won or shared the league's regular-season title 16 times, and also took the SEC tournament crown 16 times.
Summitt coached 21 players who were named WBCA All-Americans, including two four-timers for that honor, Holdsclaw and Catchings. Summitt was inducted into the Women's Basketball Hall of Fame in 1999 and the Naismith Memorial Hall of Fame in 2000. Her vast coaching tree includes former Tennessee All-American Holly Warlick, who is now head of the Lady Vols program.
"Pat has said this forever: She wants women to be self-sufficient," Warlick said. "It's our job to get them to that point."
Summitt faced some personal hard times, including her divorce from husband R.B. Summitt in 2007. But for the most part, her nearly four decades at Tennessee seemed charmed with great fortune that she worked so hard to secure.
But the announcement of her illness on Aug. 23, 2011, meant that her time as head coach was nearing an unexpected end. In her final season, 2011-12, the Lady Vols won the SEC tournament before a big crowd in Nashville, Tennessee, but then fell in the Elite Eight to eventual national champion Baylor.
The Lady Bears' Kim Mulkey, who was one of countless Summitt admirers and had played for her with USA Basketball, readily acknowledged she wished she had not been the last coach to face Summitt. But Mulkey praised Summitt after their regional final game as being one of the most important figures in college sports.
Summitt moved to a coaching emeritus position in April 2012. Then a month later, she was honored at the White House with the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest honor any civilian can receive in the United States. Summitt had been to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. many times previously when she was honored with her Tennessee championship teams.
President Barack Obama said that because of people like Summitt, his own daughters, Malia and Sasha, "are standing up straight, diving after loose balls, feeling confident and strong."
Indeed, if there was one lifelong standout in the many complimentary adjectives that have been used to describe Summitt, it's likely that "strong" might be it. She faced her last and most merciless opponent with that same kind of iron-will strength. These past few years, especially, have been heartbreaking for those who love Summitt in the long-goodbye way that Alzheimer's forces people to endure.
But that's definitely not what the Pat Head Summitt who became a giant would want anyone to be thinking about now. She'd tell them to continue to work to be their best. To reach beyond whatever they thought was their limit. To fight diseases like Alzheimer's until they are defeated.
She'd assure them that she will, in fact, always be with them. For anyone whose life she intersected with, even briefly, there is a deep gratitude mixed in with the sorrow now.
We were all touched by someone genuinely and profoundly amazing.

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As ‘The Shallows’ shark snack, Blake Lively a seasoned pro


June 23, 2016
Maybe you didn’t even know it until the opportunity presented itself, but sometimes you just want to see Blake Lively face off for 12 rounds against the biggest, nastiest, most voracious and stalker-y shark this side of Bruce in “Jaws.”

Come on, we’re talking BLAKE VS. SHARK. She’s not Blake Lively; she’s BLAKE DEADLY. That shark won’t know what bit him! Don’t be fooled by the bikini and the surfer-chick blonde hair, buddy boy.
They should have made a one-sheet resembling a classic boxing poster for this movie.
I’m not going to tell you “The Shallows” isn’t dumb, corny, hilariously over-the-top and cheese-upon-cheesy. I’m not going to tell you it deserves to swim with the likes of “Jaws” and “Open Water” as a shark-infested thriller.
Nor can I mount any kind of defense for the final 15 minutes of this film, with a climactic scene so insanely ridiculous and beyond implausible I actually clapped, and I almost never clap at the movies.
What I will tell ya is this is an immensely entertaining millennial B-Movie, made for summertime viewing.
This is the kind of film in which our heroine befriends a wounded bird and names it … SPOILER ALERT …
Steven Seagull.
That’s so bad it’s great.
Director Jaume Collet-Serra (who helmed the Liam Neeson thrillers “Run All Night,” “Non-Stop” and “Unknown”) is so smitten with the lovely Ms. Lively, his camera practically bumps into her face during an early scene in which she takes a ride through Mexico in search of “a secret beach.” It’s close-up after close-up after close-up, reminding us Lively is one of the most photogenic actresses of her time.
Lively’s Nancy Adams (how’s that for a name out of a 1950s detective series?) is an adventurous but apparently ennui-imbued Texan who recently dropped out of medical school just before becoming a doctor, and has made a pilgrimage to a legendary beach that had special meaning for her mother, who recently died of cancer.
(Lively is from Tarzana, California, and has California Surf Chick written all over her, and she doesn’t even attempt a Texas accent. Why didn’t they just have Nancy Adams hail from Cali? Ah, who cares. This is BLAKE VS. SHARK, people.)
We’re looking at a running time of fewer than 90 minutes, so as soon as we learn Nancy’s back story and we meet a few supporting characters who may or may not become shark snack fodder, Nancy is attacked by the aforementioned beast of the shallows, who digs into her thigh before she can make her way to a jagged rock formation just out of his reach.
Remember: Nancy Adams had almost completed med school before she dropped out to go on this spiritual journey. Her training comes in super-handy, particularly in a scene where she uses earrings and other jewelry to suture the leg. Cue the lingering close-ups of the self-surgery, specifically designed to make you groan and laugh nervously as Nancy talks herself through the procedure.
Filmed in New South Wales, Australia, “The Shallows” is a great-looking film, peppered with overhead long shots of the amazingly clear water, and some terrific underwater photography as well.
Lively is a real gamer in a physical role that calls for her to swim, surf, endure shark bites and jellyfish stings, and we’re just getting started. Even when she’s suffering from dehydration, gaping wounds, early onset gangrene, hunger and thirst, she still looks better than most humans do after a 10-day vacation. Most of Lively’s scenes are monologues, and while she’s not about to make you forget about a young Meryl Streep, she’s solid and convincing in the role.
As for the shark: As is the case with almost every movie shark, he’s more frightening when we don’t see him, or we catch fleeting glimpses of him. Director Collet-Serra has terrific thriller timing, to the point where we KNOW that dang shark is about to jump into frame, and yet it’s still an excellent scare moment when it does surface.
Even after chomping on a few victims and feasting on a whale it apparently killed, the shark has a real thing for Nancy. She devises a number of ingenious and risky plans to stretch out her survival time, but no matter what she does, she can’t shake that shark. Eventually they’re going to face off, one-on-one, and that’s when “The Shallows” flies right off the rails and you’ll find it difficult to suppress your laughter —
So don’t! Put on your virtual “TEAM BLAKE” T-shirt and enjoy the ride.

★★★

Columbia Pictures presents a film directed by Jaume Collet-Serra and written by Anthony Jaswinski. Running time: 85 minutes. Rated PG-13 (for bloody images, intense sequences of peril, and brief strong language). Opens Friday at local theaters.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Boston, Lincolngrad: I saw the seething resentment. Now it is time to finish the revolution



'Remainers refused to be aware of the quiet seething resentment about mass migration that I found in Boston four summers ago. The established parties ignored this, and the liberal thought police tried to claim it was bigotry'
'Remainers refused to be aware of the quiet seething resentment about mass migration that I found in Boston four summers ago. The established parties ignored this, and the liberal thought police tried to claim it was bigotry'

They shouldn’t have tried to scare us. It is a sign of how little the Remainers understand or know about Britain, and above all about England, that they thought that would work.

I do sometimes wonder if these odd denatured shiny types, who actively prefer foreign rule to their own, ever visit their own country. Confined to glossy multicultural London neighbourhoods for most of the year, they then hurry abroad.

Most of them are more familiar with Florence or Barcelona than they are with the equal glory of Lincoln Cathedral, whose history, beauties and significance are alike unknown to them.

Well, they should have tried harder to visit Britain. They might also have learned to like it, its unspectacular difference from anywhere else in the world (I know, I’ve visited 57 other countries), its gruff reserve that masks much deeper feelings, and its ancient dislike of being pushed around.

The Remainers’ snobbery was their undoing. They believed they were superior to their fellow countrymen and women, when they were just luckier and richer. Judging from their response to the referendum result, many of them still do.

For instance, they refused to be aware of the quiet seething resentment about mass migration that I found in Boston four summers ago. The established parties ignored this, and the liberal thought police tried to claim it was bigotry.

But it was real, and this was reflected on Thursday night in a 77.27 per cent turnout and a 75.5 per cent vote to leave in that town. I do not see how these people could be clearer about their discontent over the enforced transformation of their lives. I am amazed at their patience. I strongly advise against ignoring them any longer.

Of course, it’s not just about immigration. A wonderful alliance, which I have long hoped for, has been forged in this campaign.

It has brought together two groups who had never really met before. The first group are the social and moral conservatives, whose views the Blairised Tory Party despised, while it still relied on their money and their votes. The second are the working-class families whose votes the Blairised Labour Party relied on, while it dismissed and ignored their concerns.

It is not just mass migration that worries them. They are also distressed about the decline in their standard of living, the pressure to get into debt, the way good state schools are reserved for the rich and cunning, the shrivelling of opportunities for the young, the unchecked spread of crime and disorder, the ridiculous cost of housing, and the general overcrowding of everything from roads to hospitals.
If it weren’t for old tribal party labels, these two groups would long ago have realised they were friends and allies.

They would have combined in a mutiny against the PR men and hedge-fund types who lounge arrogantly on the upper deck of politics, claiming that none of these problems exist – because they don’t experience them themselves.

For instance I, and millions of Tory voters, have far more in common with excellent Labour MPs such as Kate Hoey or Frank Field than I do with David Cameron and the weird, obedient, meaningless quacking robots with which he has filled the Cabinet Room and the Tory benches in the House of Commons.
But the ossified party system kept them apart until now. They could not and did not combine to defeat their common enemy. And so at Election after Election, those who merely wanted to live their lives much as they had always lived them, and were baffled and pained by the unending changes imposed on them, had nowhere to turn.

The parties they thought of as their own were in fact in an alliance against them. Blair became Cameron and Cameron became Blair, and after a while it was impossible to tell which was which.

It’s not just me saying this. As Janan Ganesh, a writer in the Financial Times, recently noted: ‘Conservatives and moderate adherents to the Labour cause share more with each other than with the rest of their own parties… Against them in this referendum is a party in all but name… drawn from the Tory Right and the Labour Left and incubated in the Leave campaign. These politicians are conservative and anti-establishment at the same time.’

Noting that people such as Labour’s Ed Balls and Chancellor George Osborne have much more in common than they like to pretend, Mr Ganesh says: ‘These politicians have the same basic orientation.’
He believes it would be ‘myopic’ for them to ‘remain separate out of fealty to a party system that was forged in the industrial age for an empire nation’. And he adds: ‘I hear the Tory and Labour moderates newly mingling in the Remain offices rather get on.’

I bet they do. That is why I don’t care who fills David Cameron’s place at the head of a Tory Party that long ago outlived its usefulness. There shouldn’t be any more David Camerons, thanks very much. In future, people like him should stand openly as what they are, globalist pro-migration Blairite liberals, and not call themselves Conservatives. So the important thing is that we do not miss this great moment when the people have joined together against a discredited and failed elite.

What we need is for the Tory Party and the Labour Party to collapse and split and be replaced by two new parties that properly reflect the real divisions in the country.
Since both the old parties are empty and decrepit, with few active members and reliant on state support and dodgy billionaires, the collapsing and splitting bit should not be too hard. The replacement is up to us, the British people, who have now demonstrated our power if we unite.

But it can only happen if the next stage is a General Election, which is much more urgent than a Tory (or Labour) leadership contest.

Thursday’s vote shows that the House of Commons is hopelessly unrepresentative. The concerns and hopes of those who voted to leave the EU – 51.9 per cent of the highest poll since 1992 – are reliably supported by fewer than a quarter of MPs, if that. Ludicrously, neither of the big parties agrees with a proven majority of the electorate – and neither shows any sign of changing its policies as a result.
If we do nothing about this scandal, for it is a scandal, then how can we be sure we will get out of the EU at all? The elite is rallying and whimpering that the minority must be treated ‘with respect’– more than they would have done had they won.

Parliament is pro-EU. The Civil Service is pro-EU, the judiciary is pro-EU, the BBC is pro-EU and is now returning to its old bad habits after an admittedly creditable attempt at balance. Its 6am radio news bulletin on Friday said, falsely and dangerously, that the pound had ‘collapsed’ following the result and there will be a lot more of this foolish panic-mongering in days to come.

We have had only half a revolution. If we do not now complete it, we will have missed an unequalled opportunity to reclaim what is and always was ours.

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

Brexit: Britain’s welcome revival of nationhood


June 24, 2016
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The “leave” campaign won the referendum on withdrawing Britain from the European Union because the arguments on which the “remain” side relied made leave’s case. The remain campaign began with a sham, was monomaniacal with its Project Fear and ended in governmental thuggishness.
The sham was Prime Minister David Cameron’s attempt to justify remain by negotiating E.U. concessions regarding Britain’s subservience to the E.U. This dickering for scraps of lost sovereignty underscored Britain’s servitude and achieved so little that Remainers rarely mentioned it during their campaign.
Project Fear was the relentless and ultimately ludicrous parade of Cassandras, “experts” all, warning that Britain, after more than a millennium of sovereign existence, and now with the world’s fifth-largest economy, would endure myriad calamities were it to end its 23-year membership in the E.U. Remain advocates rarely even feigned enthusiasm for the ramshackle, sclerotic E.U. Instead, they implausibly promised that if Brexit were rejected, Britain — although it would then be without the leverage of the threat to leave — would nevertheless somehow negotiate substantially better membership terms than Cameron managed when Brexit was an option.
Voters were not amused by the Cameron government’s threat of what critics called aPunishment Budget to inflict pain on pensioners (e.g., no more free bus passes) and others because Brexit might cause the gross domestic product to contract 9.5 percent and home prices might plummet 18 percent. Voters did not like being told that they really had no choice. And that it was too late to escape from entanglement in the E.U.’s ever-multiplying tentacles. And that the very viscosity of the E.U.’s statism guarantees its immortality.
Voters chose the optimism of Brexit. Sixty years after Britain’s humiliation in the Suez debacle, Britain has a spring in its step, confident that it will flourish when Brussels no longer controls 60 to 70 percent of the British government’s actions. Britain was last conquered by an invading army in 1066. In 2016, it repelled an attempted conquest by the E.U.’s nomenklatura.
By breaking the leftward-clicking ratchet that moves steadily, and only, toward more “pooled” sovereignty and centralization of power, Brexit refutes the progressive narrative that history has an inexorable trajectory that “experts” discern and before which all must bow. The E.U.’s contribution to this fable is its vow to pursue “ever-closer union.” Yes, ever .
To understand why Brexit could and should be the beginning of an existential crisis for the E.U., look across the English Channel, to France. There, King Clovis recently was invoked 1505 years after his death in 511.
Before a particular battle, Clovis promised that if the God to whom his Christian wife prayed would grant him victory, he would become a Christian. He won the battle and converted. Recently, Nicolas Sarkozy, France’s once and perhaps future president, said France was “born of the baptism of Clovis,” it has a Christian tradition and remains “a country of churches, cathedrals, abbeys and shrines.”
Actually, 71 percent of the French say religion is unimportant to them and fewer than 4.5 percent attend weekly church services. But Sarkozy was aligning himself with the palpable desire in France and elsewhere in Europe to resist the cultural homogenization that is an intended consequence of the E.U.’s pressure for the “harmonization” of the laws and policies of its 28 disparate member nations.
In Paris these days there are marches by a group called Generation Identitaire, described as the “hipster right.” It aims to rally “young French and Europeans who are proud of their . . . heritage.” A recent statement on its website declared that “Islamist attacks” and “the migrant invasion” made 2015 “a turning point in the history of our country.” The statement continued: “The French have been silent for too long. . . . It is time to show our determination to live on our land, under our laws, our values and with respect to our identity.” Sarkozy, the son of Greek and Hungarian immigrants, sympathizes.
Euroskepticism is rising dramatically in many E.U. nations. There might be other referendums. Or the E.U. might seek to extinguish this escape mechanism. A poll in Sweden indicated that it might follow Britain out. In France, there could be a campaign for Frexit.
Such was the remain side’s intellectual sloth, it wielded the threadbare aspersion that advocating withdrawal amounted to embracing “isolationism.” Actually, Brexit was the choice for Britain’s international engagement as a nation . The revival of nationhood is a prerequisite for the reinvigoration of self-government through reclaimed national sovereignty. Hence June 23, 2016, is now among the most important dates in postwar European history.
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Britons need to calm down and embrace Brexit - and each other


TIM STANLEY
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/opinion/
26 June 2016

A taxi driver holds a Union flag, as he celebrates following the result of the EU referendum, in central London, Britain June 24, 2016
A taxi driver holds a Union flag, as he celebrates following the result of the EU referendum, in central London, Britain June 24, 2016 CREDIT: REUTERS

This must be how a man in the middle of a revolution feels. Excited, delighted, surprised, confused. My voice is going; my eyes are a blur. I’ve not slept much in a week. We have unleashed Brexit and it’s astonishing. The country feels alive again. I’m so happy.

In fact it’s not nearly as big an event as it seems right now. The EU was breaking up anyway and we weren’t entirely in it (no Euro for us, no Schengen zone). Jean Claude-Juncker, the bureaucrat’s poet, put it well: “it won’t be an amicable divorce but it wasn’t a passionate affair.” Historians might eventually write this up as a sentence in a chapter on European decline. They shall note that the markets panicked but, hey, they always do. And they will write that the nationalists immediately demanded their own referendums but, hey, they always do that too. The 10.45 to Aberdeen could be five minutes late and Nicola Sturgeon would call a referendum over it.
So why the panic? The histrionics on Twitter; the Facebook posts accusing OAPs of destroying their grandchildren’s future? The news shows are reporting the referendum results with the same tone they covered Princess Di’s funeral. It’s preposterous.
Actually, I do understand. I feel it, too. Friday morning I briefly thought: “what have we done?” Most political decisions I’ve taken have been uncontroversial and had little immediate effect. This was a historic decision because history is when things really matter. Prices might go up. House values could fall. Financial firms may move overseas. Leavers all knew this, by the way, as much as they knew that Brexit was never going to result in a hospital on every street corner. BBC Southeast news interviewed a man who said: “It won’t be easy but it was worth it.” A friend in Birmingham reports a church lady putting it more bluntly: “I don’t care if I’m poorer, so long as I’m not run by those buggers in Brussels anymore.”
They’re all getting drunk in Birmingham and loving it. So why does London feel like the bomb dropped? Why are there protests? Petitions for a second vote? What has changed in a country that has had referendums before on proportional representation and devolution without any political fallout? Why can’t we all accept each other’s hurt and joy and move on?
A confession: towards the end of the referendum I considered emigration. Move to Denver; open a pet store. Whatever. I was feeling physically sick about the quality of debate. I was tired of sitting on panels and being shouted at. Tired of the brutal, unrelenting nastiness of Twitter. Tired of social media, where people seem to live in strange loops of moral re-enforcement: “Isn’t everyone who disagrees with me a total arse?” “I agree.” Etc.
And I was worried, too, that I wasn’t being who I wanted to be. When Jo Cox was murdered – an event a lot of us still haven’t had time to process – I was devastated. I had to check my conscience. Had I thought of politicians as human beings endowed with dignity? Or as targets for invective and cruel humour? Too often I’d done the latter. I know I have sometimes played the man and not the ball. The optimism of Jo Cox and her sacrifice put me to shame. I want to do better. To be better.
One easy way would be to avoid politics altogether. But it’s the great game, isn’t it? The meeting point between human beings where they decide to do good things. And most of us making that connection are liberals of one variety or another. There’s less to divide us than you think. We all reject the filthy lie of racism, want to eliminate poverty, stand against tyranny and uphold the rights of the individual. We all recognise, unlike the nasties of far-Left and Right, that politics is part of life but not its definition. We are not obsessives; we have hinterlands. We have passionate disagreements and we respect the other’s point of view.
Or, at least, we are supposed to. I, personally, am thrilled about Brexit but I can understand those who are anxious - their concerns are legitimate. Yet some of those who hate Brexit refuse to comprehend the the Leaver’s point of view. That's a mistake because ignoring them - threatening even to ignore their vote and overturn it somehow - won't make the anger go away. It'll only foster the sense of alienation.
Part of my purpose as a political commentator for these past few years has been to try to understand the fears of angry people. I don’t agree with everything said by the voters of Clacton, Rochester or Trumpville USA. But I think it’s important that we understand where they are coming from. I probably do that for personal reasons. My own family tree is populated with working-class folks who would be dismissed in the media as morons and bigots. They’re not. They’re just people, and there’s a poetry to their lives like everyone else’s - a resilience that defies recessions and snobbery. It’s like Ma Joad says in Grapes of Wrath: “Us people will go on livin' when all them people is gone. Why, we're the people that live. They ain't gonna wipe us out. Why, we're the people - we go on.”
On and on they go, silent and invisible. The people driving your train, fixing your car, pouring your coffee. Until some day some desperate politician gives them a referendum – and they are heard across the world. That’s why the referendum saved my faith in politics. It put the people back in charge.
But, of course, a lot of people voted for the other option and they, too, must have a say in the future. The national consensus has to be rebuilt; the politicians need to atone for their past sins by reconnecting and leading. They need to talk Britain up, not sustain this weird Project Fear long after the referendum - like an insurgency against the electorate. Come out of your hiding, Mr Osborne! Tell us it's all going to be okay!
Britain mustn't let one vote divide it. Speak to your neighbour, give your friends a call. Assert through contact that everything’s just fine and we all still love each other really. Have a pint, have a Pimms. Be merry. Summer’s coming. Britain is still golden and there’s always time for tea.

Brexit is a more impressive achievement than the French Revolution


24 June 2016
A Leave EU supporter hold a Union Jack flag aloft 

On Easter Sunday, May 6 1867, the Reform League pressure group had a difficult decision to make. Would they obey the diktat of the Home Secretary, Spencer Walpole, and not hold a huge meeting in Hyde Park to call for Reform, or would they defy him?
Founded only two years before, they campaigned for the franchise for all ratepayers, as well as secret ballots and an equal numerical distribution of seats in parliament, the basis of our modern democracy. Yet the police were padlocking the gates to the Park, which in those days was surrounded by high iron railings.
The Prime Minister and Cabinet urged caution and predicted dire consequences if the meeting went ahead; the police were called out en masse, and there was a run on the pound. With 200,000 supporters of Reform marching towards the park, the decision was nonetheless taken by the League’s leaders simply to pull down the railings and allow the vast surge of humanity to hold their (in the event, entirely peaceful) meeting.
Spencer Walpole burst into tears under the pressure and resigned; 10 speakers addressed the crowds, and the Second Reform Bill was passed later that same year. The railings never went back up.
The role of bloody-minded insurgents willing to do the opposite of what they’re told by the authorities has long been central to great political events in British history, and the 17,410,742 people who voted to leave the European Union can certainly be ranked among their number.
Almost every single agency of the international Establishment was deployed to thwart them – the CBI, IMF, Bank of England, OECD, big business, Goldman Sachs, all but one party leader, the World Bank, Presidents Obama, Hollande and Abe, the EU Commission, two-thirds of the cabinet, the Treasury, The Guardian, Davos, The Times, and so on – yet over 17.4 million people told them precisely what they could do with their expert opinion.
It is the British people who have now sent Obama “to the back of the queue”.
In Melvyn Bragg’s fine novel about the Peasant’s Revolt, Now is The Time, one sees a template for the uprising of ordinary people that resulted in the Brexit vote, much as the pro-EU Lord Bragg might like to deny it. The huge groundswell of ordinary people’s opinion led rather than followed their own leaders.
Today’s insurgent leaders were themselves a ragbag bunch: a half-albino Classicist whose friends called him “the truffle-pig”; a German-born female Labour MP; a beer-drinking, cigarette-smoking man of the people; and an infinitely courteous intellectual with a razor-sharp brain, who had nevertheless been sacked as education secretary a few years earlier. It wasn’t much to set against the combined forces of the Establishment, yet they won.
Just as the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies (founded in 1897) and its more militant offshoot the Women’s Social and Political Union (founded 1903) took on the Establishment and won, and as the Anti-Corn Law League had a generation earlier, so the Brexit movement enlisted armies of supporters across the country whose motives were traduced and posters defaced and supplications ignored, until the vote was taken and their voices finally had to be heard. 
The popular uprising campaign was therefore not like the Poll Tax riots of 1990 but much more firmly in the mainstream of the long British tradition of legitimate peaceful protest.
In this way, too, it was a more impressive achievement than the French Revolution, soaked as that was in blood. This popular uprising has toppled the established order without calling upon the tumbrel, the scaffold and the guillotine. It will secure its place in history as a result. 
And when that history of the Brexit movement comes to be written later this century, there will be a number of people who are by no means household names but who kept alight the torch of British independence ever since it was so nearly extinguished by Ted Heath in 1973.
Michael Ivens, Douglas Jay, Alan Sked, Patrick Robertson, Jimmy Goldsmith, Bill Cash, Robert Oulds, Nigel Lawson, Rodney Leach, the McWhirter twins, Bill Cash and many others did as much to keep the popular insurgency alive over more than four decades as Nigel Farage, Boris Johnson and Michael Gove, who had the honour of lighting the blue touchpaper this year.
Their contribution should not go unmarked, even though not all of them are famous. Similarly, organisations like the Freedom Association, British Weights and Measures Association and Bruges Group deserve recognition in keeping the flame kindled.
The Establishment ignores legitimate popular insurgency at its peril, as it found out yet again.