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The early twentieth century produced some extraordinary medical experiments, and few were quite as striking as those championed by Dr Samuel Howard Monell. His 1910 book High Frequency Electric Currents in Medicine and Dentistry  reads today like a curious mix of ambition, enthusiasm and early electrical showmanship. The American X Ray Journal once praised Monell as the man who had “done more for static electricity than any other living man”, a line that captures both the confidence of the era and the faith placed in electricity as a modern cure all. Electrotherapy was not new. The ancient Greeks had once used live electric fish to numb pain, and by the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries scientists like Luigi Galvani and Guillaume Duchenne had revived interest in electricity as a medical tool. What Monell offered was a polished, systematic attempt to harness high frequency currents for everything from acne and skin lesions to insomnia, depression and supposedly irregular blood pressure. His book is filled with staged photographs of calm patients receiving treatments that look part scientific and part theatrical. Monell also claimed that electrical currents could help with hysteria, a diagnosis regularly applied to women at the time. While he does not go into detail in this volume, the wider medical practice of the period often relied on early mechanical vibrators designed to save doctors the manual labour involved in bringing a patient to what was then described as “hysterical paroxysm”. Modern readers will recognise this as an orgasm, though Edwardian physicians would have avoided the word altogether. Although Monell’s promised cures stretched far beyond what science can support, electrotherapy did not disappear. Over the decades it found a home in physiotherapy, pain management and muscle rehabilitation. More recently, controlled electrical stimulation has been tested for maintaining alertness in exhausted soldiers, showing that fragments of Monell’s early ideas still echo through contemporary research, long after the more imaginative claims have faded. Sources Monell, Samuel Howard. High Frequency Electric Currents in Medicine and Dentistry  (1910). https://archive.org/details/highfrequencyele00mone American X Ray Journal reference to Monell’s work. https://archive.org/details/americanxrayjour1903unse Galvani, Luigi. De viribus electricitatis in motu musculari  (1791). https://archive.org/details/b3032835x Duchenne, Guillaume. Physiology of Motion  writings and electrotherapy experiments. https://archive.org/details/electricitatieru00duch Historical overview of electrotherapy in rehabilitation. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/ Electrostimulation research for soldier fatigue. https://www.army.mil/article/

If you have ever wandered through New York and looked up at the statues scattered across its grand buildings and plazas, there is a fair chance you have already seen Audrey Munson. You may not have realised it, because her name faded out of public memory decades ago, but her face is everywhere. It gazes down from fountains, arches, domes and state halls. At one time, before fame took a strange and painful turn, she was described as the most recognisable woman in America. People saw her far more often in stone than in the flesh. Today we might call her the original supermodel. She worked before the word existed, before the fashion world had any real structure, and before Hollywood fully understood what glamour could be. Audrey Munson lived at a time when artists elevated their muses to near mythic status. What makes her story so compelling is not just her beauty or her fame, but the sheer contrast between the life she lived in public and the life she endured in private. Her rise was remarkable. Her fall was devastating. Yet her legacy is one of the most quietly enduring in American culture. Her photographs and films have faded, but the statues remain. This is her life in all its complexity. Munson with Buzzer the cat in 1915 A Childhood That Gave No Hint of What Was Coming Audrey was born on June 8, 1891, in Rochester, New York. Her family background was fairly ordinary. Her father Edgar worked as a streetcar conductor and dabbled in real estate. Her mother Katherine came from an Irish immigrant family and was the more stable parent as Audrey grew up. When the marriage collapsed, Katherine took her daughter to Providence, Rhode Island, and later to New York City. They lived modestly and moved often, as many single mothers did in that era. Nothing in Audrey’s early life suggested artistic fame. There were no dramatic accounts of childhood talent or precocious beauty. Instead, there was simply a hard working mother and a young girl looking for a way into the world. At seventeen she joined the chorus line on Broadway. She appeared in shows like The Boy and the Girl, The Girl and the Wizard, Girlies and La Belle Parée. She was competent, energetic and hopeful. But she was also one girl in a very large crowd. Her life changed one afternoon while she and her mother were window shopping on Fifth Avenue. It was as simple as someone seeing her at the right moment. Photographer Felix Benedict Herzog approached her and asked her to pose for him. It was the kind of chance encounter that alters a life completely. Audrey said yes. Audrey Munson nude in a studio 1910s Becoming an Artist’s Muse Her work with Herzog introduced her to a web of artists who were shaping American public sculpture. She modelled initially for muralist William de Leftwich Dodge, who wrote her a letter of introduction to sculptor Isidore Konti. Konti was the first to ask her to pose nude, something she accepted with a mix of fear, professionalism and curiosity. From that point forward, she was in constant demand. She posed for painters, illustrators, photographers and sculptors. But sculpture was the medium that truly made her famous. The sculptors of the early twentieth century were fascinated by creating idealised figures representing virtues, myths and allegories. Audrey embodied their vision of classical beauty: serene, symmetrical and quietly expressive. Her likeness appeared everywhere. One of her earliest major credits was Konti’s Three Graces at the Hotel Astor in 1909. After that, her work snowballed. She stood for dozens of artists working on public monuments, state buildings, memorial fountains and civic art. Munson posed for all these Panama-Pacific International Exhibition sculptures. In 1913 The Sun declared: “Over a hundred artists agree that if the name of Miss Manhattan belongs to anyone in particular it is to this young woman.” By now, her mother was often described as fiercely protective and very involved in her daughter’s career. The pair lived in modest rented rooms, but Audrey’s reputation inside the art world was enormous. She was dependable, she could hold a pose for long periods without rest, and she had the rare ability to remain emotionally present even while still. Sculptors said she was a natural. The Panama Pacific International Exposition By 1915 Audrey’s fame had spread across the United States. When the Panama Pacific International Exposition opened in San Francisco, she became the primary muse for its Director of Sculpture, Alexander Stirling Calder. Her figure appeared repeatedly in the Court of the Universe, on columns, domes and entryways. One newspaper captured the sense of awe surrounding her contributions: “Long after she and everyone else of this generation shall have become dust, Audrey Munson, who posed for three-fifths of all the statuary of the Panama Pacific exposition, will live in the bronzes and canvasses of the art centers of the world.” Audrey appeared roughly ninety times on one building alone. She became known as the Panama Pacific Girl. Her fame felt almost classical. She was not a celebrity in the modern sense. People did not stop her in the street or ask for autographs. Instead, her beauty circulated through artistic spaces. She was present everywhere but also strangely absent. The statues lasted longer than her fame ever would. In fact, they have lasted far longer than her life. Hollywood Takes Notice With the silent film industry growing, Audrey’s fame naturally attracted interest from studios. They recognised that people were curious about the woman behind so many statues. There was something magnetic about seeing someone known for stillness suddenly move on screen. Audrey Munson in Purity, Liberty Theatre Her first film, Inspiration (1915), was a sensation because it featured her nude. This was not pornographic. Instead, the film used her as a sculptor’s model, presenting her body as a form of art. Studio executives were nervous. Censors did not quite know what to do. Yet there was no law against depicting nudity in a non sexual context. The alternative would have been banning classical artworks themselves. Audrey performed the nude scenes while a body double, Jane Thomas, handled the acting portions. It was a solution that said more about Hollywood’s discomfort than about Audrey’s ability. Purity followed in 1916. Today, it is her only surviving film. It was rediscovered decades later in a French archive filed mistakenly among adult materials. In it, Audrey continues the role of an idealised model, a kind of living statue. Even as cinema expanded, filmmakers struggled to imagine her outside this mould. in Heedless Moths (1921) Her other films, The Girl o Dreams and Heedless Moths, are lost or partially mythic. Heedless Moths was said to be based on her autobiographical series, By the Queen of the Artists Studios, but its backstory was tangled in publicity stunts, lawsuits and ghostwritten scripts. In truth, Audrey was never fully embraced by Hollywood. They wanted her image, not her personality. She was valuable only as an embodiment of beauty, and that was not something she could control. The Scandal That Broke Her Career In 1919, Audrey and her mother were living in a boarding house owned by Dr Walter Wilkins. Wilkins fell obsessively in love with her. On February 27 he murdered his wife Julia, apparently believing that removing his spouse might clear the way for a relationship with Audrey. The case was sensational, lurid and deeply tragic. Detectives wanted to question Audrey, who had already left New York, and a nationwide hunt followed. She and her mother were found in Canada and questioned by private detectives. Audrey always insisted she had never reciprocated Wilkins’ feelings and had no involvement in the murder. Dr Wilkins was convicted and sentenced to the electric chair. Before his execution he committed suicide in prison. Dr. Walter Wilkins The scandal destroyed her career. Even though she had nothing to do with the crime, the aura of tragedy surrounding the case clung to her. Studios distanced themselves. Sculptors stopped calling. The press began framing her as a woman whose beauty had led men to ruin. In reality, her fame had made her vulnerable. The public loved the idea of a muse but not the reality of a woman with boundaries. Attempts to Reclaim Her Image By 1920 Audrey struggled to find work. She moved frequently. Newspapers reported her living in Syracuse and later working as a ticket taker in a dime museum. That same year a series of twenty articles appeared under her name in Hearst’s Sunday Magazine. These pieces were reflective, melancholy and full of cautionary advice to young models. One of the most quoted sections asked: “What becomes of the artists’ models? I am wondering if many of my readers have not stood before a masterpiece of lovely sculpture or a remarkable painting of a young girl, her very abandonment of draperies accentuating rather than diminishing her modesty and purity, and asked themselves the question, ‘Where is she now, this model who was so beautiful?’” The articles were popular but later revealed to be ghostwritten by journalist Henry Leyford Gates. This made Audrey furious. It was yet another example of someone else speaking through her image. Throughout 1921 she continued appearing in public, often recreating poses from well known sculptures. She also involved herself in a surreal publicity stunt seeking the perfect man to marry. She later announced she no longer wanted marriage at all. The year ended with another scandal when she was arrested in St Louis on a morals charge related to her film Purity. Though acquitted, the experience further chipped away at her dignity. In 1922, overwhelmed and exhausted, Audrey attempted suicide. Article published in the Spokane Spokesman-Review on Oct. 24, 1926 Life Inside the Asylum By the 1930s Audrey’s mental health had deteriorated significantly. On her fortieth birthday, her mother petitioned a court to have her committed to a psychiatric institution. Audrey was admitted to St Lawrence State Hospital in Ogdensburg, where she would live for more than sixty four years. Her life there was quiet, repetitive and largely undocumented. For decades she received no visitors. Her mother died in 1958 and Audrey slipped into near total obscurity. In the 1980s a half niece rediscovered her, astonished to find the legendary Miss Manhattan still alive. By then Audrey was in her nineties, frail yet remarkably resilient. Though she struggled with hearing loss and had lost her teeth, she remained physically robust. There were stories of her occasionally escaping the nursing home to visit a bar down the road. Staff would have to escort her back, a small echo of the independence she had once known. Audrey died on February 20, 1996 at the age of 104. Only one small local newspaper reported her death. Her grave remained unmarked until 2016. A Legacy Carved in Stone What remains of Audrey Munson today is not fame in the usual sense. She left no autobiography and almost no records of her own voice. But her body of work is unusual because it is literally carved into the cultural landscape. Her face adorns fountains in San Francisco. Her form crowns municipal buildings in New York. She is the figure of memory and liberty on public monuments. She is part of the architecture of a nation. Her life was full of shadows. Her fame vanished. Her career evaporated. Her final decades were spent in quiet institutional rooms. Yet the art she contributed to has endured in ways she herself may never have imagined. She succeeded in the strange promise artists once made about her: Long after she and everyone else of this generation shall have become dust, Audrey Munson, who posed for three-fifths of all the statuary of the Panama–Pacific exposition, will live in the bronzes and canvasses of the art centers of the world. — Richmond (Virginia) Times-Dispatch, August 1, 1915 Sources The New York Times “Audrey Munson, 104, Dies; Model for U.S. Statues” by Robert McFadden https://www.nytimes.com/1996/03/06/obituaries/audrey-munson-104-dies-model-for-us-statues.html Smithsonian Magazine “America’s First Supermodel” by Roxana Robinson https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/audrey-munson-americas-first-supermodel-180960380/ The New Yorker “The Original American Supermodel” by Margaret Talbot https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/06/20/audrey-munson-the-original-american-supermodel Library of Congress Panama Pacific International Exposition Records https://www.loc.gov/rr/print/ (General reference collection on artists and models of the 1915 Exposition) Thanhouser Film Corporation Archives “Inspiration (1915) Production Notes” https://thanhouser.org/ American Film Institute AFI Catalog Entry: Purity (1916) and The Girl o Dreams (1916) https://catalog.afi.com/ Historic Newspapers Database Various articles from 1913 to 1922 quoting period commentary on Audrey Munson https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/

It's often said that some of the most important inventions slip quietly into the world without ceremony. In the case of Mary Kenner, this quietness was not simply a matter of her character but a reflection of the systemic barriers that tried, and failed, to contain her. Her sanitary belt changed menstrual care, yet her name rarely appears in the standard histories of inventors. Mary Kenner once said that inventing was something that came naturally to her, “like breathing.” The story of her life is threaded with this idea. She noticed problems in the world, and out of habit and instinct, she tried to fix them. The result was a lifetime of ingenious solutions, including a small but vital innovation in menstrual care during a period of profound cultural silence around women’s bodies. A Childhood Built on Ingenuity Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner was born in 1912 in Monroe, North Carolina, into a family where inventing was as normal as cooking dinner or sweeping the floor. Creativity was not just encouraged; it was inherited. Her grandfather built a tricolour light signal for trains. Her father created a compact travelling clothing press that could be folded into a suitcase. Her sister designed her own board games. In such an environment, the idea of solving everyday problems through invention entered Mary’s life early. One of her earliest memories of inventing came at the age of six. Her mother left for work before sunrise, and the hinge of the hallway door would squeak loudly each morning. Young Mary quietly devised a small mechanism to soften the noise so her mother would not disturb the household. For a child, it was a minor triumph. For the future inventor, it was a sign of what was to come. In 1924, the Davidson family moved to Washington, DC, and Mary’s inventiveness found a new outlet. She wandered the halls of the United States Patent and Trademark Office in her spare time, fascinated by the catalogues of inventions. She would check her ideas against existing patents, often discovering that no one had thought of the things she was imagining. These early visits were not just educational; they were formative. She was learning that ideas had value and that her mind was brimming with them. Menstruation in the Early Twentieth Century To understand why Kenner’s sanitary belt mattered, it helps to picture the world she was born into. In the early twentieth century, menstruation was rarely discussed openly and was laden with cultural silence. In the 1920s, many American households still made their own menstrual cloths by hand. These were washed, reused, and discreetly hidden away. Disposable commercial pads existed, but they were bulky, uncomfortable, and widely considered a last resort. Kotex pads were among the first mass-produced products, but they were far from ideal. In a market study commissioned by Johnson & Johnson, the pioneering industrial psychologist Lilian Gilbreth recorded how many women described Kotex as “too large, too long, too thick and too stiff.” Comfort was a distant concern in an industry still in its infancy. Mary Kenner, still a teenager, had already begun sketching ideas for improvement. The Arrival Of The Sanitary Belt Kenner envisioned a belt that would hold a menstrual towel securely and comfortably in place. Her aim was simple: solve the problems other products ignored, particularly the slipping, chafing, and awkwardness that plagued early pads. She tinkered with prototypes throughout the 1920s and 1930s, but filing a patent was an expensive business. It was not until 1956, after saving for years, that she secured the funds to begin the process. Her patent described a belt that held a pad in a “highly efficient manner” and was “easy to use.” It featured adjustable straps designed so each wearer could position it in the way that suited their body. The design reduced irritation and improved reliability. Three years later, she submitted an updated patent for a version that included a moisture-proof pocket, offering enhanced protection against leaks. It was a practical improvement that many people today would recognise as a precursor to the leak-resistant technology used in modern menstrual products. Kenner's patent Racism in the Invention Industry Kenner’s sanitary belt soon attracted interest. The Sonn Nap Pack Company contacted her about manufacturing and selling it. For a brief moment, Kenner believed her life was about to change. She later recalled, “I saw houses, cars and everything about to come my way.” But when representatives from the company met her in person and discovered she was black, they withdrew the offer immediately. This was not an isolated experience. Several other companies were reluctant to engage with her once they realised her race. Her patent eventually expired, allowing manufacturers to profit from her idea without paying her a single cent. The irony was bitter, but familiar. It was a pattern that echoed across the lives of countless black women whose contributions were undervalued, appropriated, or erased. By the 1970s, the rise of disposable pads with adhesive strips pushed the belt into obsolescence. Although Kenner’s own belt was never mass-produced, her design influenced later versions that entered the market once her patent expired, shaping the early development of menstrual products even if she never received credit or financial reward. A Life of Problem Solving What makes Mary Kenner remarkable is that she did not stop. Racism may have blocked her financial gains, but it did not dim her sense of purpose. She continued to invent. Two of her later patents focused on hygiene and accessibility. One was for a mounted back washer for showers and bathtubs, designed to help users reach awkward areas without strain. Another was for a bathroom tissue holder that caught the loose end of a toilet roll, making it easier to use, particularly for blind and partially sighted people or those with arthritis. Her inventiveness extended to her family. Kenner’s sister Mildred had multiple sclerosis, and Mary designed a simple but life-changing attachment for her walker. It included a small tray and pocket so Mildred could carry her personal belongings independently. “She always tried to make life easier for others,” a family friend later recalled. Across her lifetime, Mary Kenner filed five patents with the United States government. No African American woman in history has filed more. Overlooked, But Not Forgotten Kenner never became wealthy, and she never received major awards. She lived her life largely outside the spotlight, working as a florist while continuing to design inventions at home. Like many black women in twentieth-century America who shaped everyday life behind the scenes, her work was undervalued in her era. Yet her impact remains tangible. Her sanitary belt influenced the evolution of menstrual products, and her other designs quietly improved daily tasks for people who needed them. Her legacy lies in this simple truth: she saw dignity in the mundane, and she believed that small, thoughtful inventions could improve the world. Today, as conversations about menstrual health justice, equity in patent history, and recognition of black women’s contributions grow louder, Mary Kenner’s inventions stand as reminders of the people history almost forgot. The Importance of Recognising Contributions Recognising the contributions of inventors like Mary Kenner is vital. It not only honours their legacy but also inspires future generations. When we celebrate diverse inventors, we encourage innovation from all corners of society. This, in turn, leads to a richer tapestry of ideas and solutions that can benefit everyone. Conclusion Mary Kenner's story is one of resilience, creativity, and determination. Her inventions may not have received the recognition they deserved during her lifetime, but they continue to impact lives today. By sharing her story, we can ensure that her contributions are not forgotten and that future inventors are inspired to create, innovate, and challenge the status quo. Sources Smithsonian Magazine, “The Real Story Behind the Sanitary Belt” https://www.smithsonianmag.com Google Patents, Mary Kenner Patent Documentation https://patents.google.com National Museum of African American History and Culture https://nmaahc.si.edu Inventive Women in US History, archival biographies https://www.womenshistory.org Kotex advertising archives, 1920s menstrual product history https://www.kotex.com

If you arrived in Rome in late summer of 219, you might have seen a strange procession climbing the Palatine. At its centre was not Jupiter, nor Mars, nor any of the old gods who had long anchored the city’s identity, but a black conical stone on a jewel covered chariot. In front, a teenage emperor ran backwards, eyes fixed on the stone, holding the reins as though the god itself guided the horses. The crowd cheered because there was free food and spectacle. Senators watched with something closer to dread. The boy leading the chariot was Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, known to history as Elagabalus, and within four years he would be murdered by his own guard and thrown into the Tiber. Elagabalus’ reign has become a byword for scandal, though the truth is more complex than the reputation that clung to him. This is the story of a provincial priest thrust onto the throne, a Roman elite alarmed by unfamiliar rituals, and the power of hostile writers to define a legacy. The scandals matter because they reveal anxieties running through Rome during the early third century, even when the details are shaped by bias. A priest from Emesa becomes emperor Elagabalus was born around 203 or 204 in Emesa, in Roman Syria, to Julia Soaemias and Sextus Varius Marcellus. His family were distinguished members of the Emesene aristocracy. They held hereditary privileges linked to the priesthood of the sun god Elagabal, whose worship centred on a sacred baetyl stone believed to have fallen from the sky. As a young boy, he served as the god’s high priest, performing ritual dances and ceremonies that fused local tradition with inherited authority. His rise to imperial power was engineered by his grandmother, Julia Maesa. When the emperor Caracalla was assassinated in 217 and his successor Macrinus exiled Maesa to Syria, she seized the opportunity to orchestrate a rebellion. She claimed publicly that her grandson was Caracalla’s illegitimate child, a rumour that played perfectly to the loyalties of soldiers who had prospered under Caracalla. This political fiction, combined with Maesa’s considerable wealth, inspired the Third Legion Gallica to proclaim the fourteen year old priest emperor in May 218. After Macrinus’ defeat near Antioch, Elagabalus entered the imperial stage as a foreign born teenager with no experience of Roman political culture. The first great scandal: transforming Rome’s religious centre Elagabalus’ religious policy was the earliest source of alarm. Sun worship had grown in popularity under earlier Severan rulers, and soldiers were drawn to powerful solar cults. What shocked Rome was the scale of change. The young emperor brought the cult of Elagabal to the capital, erecting a grand temple on the Palatine Hill called the Elagabalium, and placing the sacred meteorite at its heart. Roman religion was adaptable, but it was also hierarchical. Jupiter Optimus Maximus had long been the chief deity of the state. Elevating a foreign god above him was a symbolic revolution. Roman writers describe the emperor dancing round the altar in Eastern style, accompanied by drums and cymbals, while senators were required to attend. Each summer solstice he staged a public procession, placing the baetyl on a gilded chariot and running backwards in front of it. The masses enjoyed the generosity of free banquets. The elite saw a dangerous challenge to tradition. Modern historians argue that the emperor’s policy was not as absurd as ancient authors suggest. As high priest in Syria, Elagabalus had always merged religious and political authority. To him, continuing the cult at Rome may have felt like fulfilling his duty. Yet in attempting to fuse Eastern and Roman practice, he underestimated the hostility he would provoke. The religious scandal became the foundation for all others. The marriage that enraged Rome: a Vestal Virgin Elagabalus’ marriage to Aquilia Severa, a Vestal Virgin, remains one of the most shocking acts attributed to his reign. Vestals served thirty years of sacred chastity. Their purity was believed essential to Rome’s safety. To marry one was not merely unconventional: it was sacrilege of the highest order. The emperor claimed the marriage would produce “godlike children”, uniting the high priest of the sun with Rome’s most sacred priestess. Even sympathetic ancient writers found the logic baffling. To the Senate, the act signalled contempt for Roman law. It confirmed their growing suspicion that the emperor placed his foreign cult above the city’s oldest traditions. Elagabalus later divorced Aquilia Severa, married another aristocrat, and then returned to Aquilia again. The sequence became a symbol of instability. While Roman rulers had certainly made political marriages before, the swift, theatrical style of these unions deepened the impression that the emperor was not serious about the responsibilities of rule. Feasts, extravagance, and the theatre of imperial excess Many familiar tales of Elagabalus – the banquets filled with rose petals, the wax fruit served to the poor, the ostentatious displays of wealth – come from sources that were openly hostile. Whether these anecdotes are literally true is uncertain. They form part of a literary tradition that used extravagant dining to signal moral decay. Nonetheless, the stories reflect something real: the perception that Elagabalus surrounded himself with luxury and delighted in spectacle. The emperor also promoted Syrian allies to powerful roles. Chief among them was Comazon, whom he appointed to the Praetorian Guard, the consulship, and the city prefecture. To the senatorial elite this looked like mockery. Their resentment grew as the emperor seemed to reward personal favourites over experienced Roman administrators. Lovers, gender, and scandalous rumours No part of Elagabalus’ story has attracted more fascination than his alleged relationships with male partners and his preference for feminine presentation. Here, the sources must be handled with care. Cassius Dio claims the emperor treated a charioteer named Hierocles as a husband and enjoyed being called his mistress and queen. Another man, the athlete Zoticus, is described as a lover or even a spouse. Ancient accounts also describe Elagabalus wearing wigs and makeup, preferring feminine titles, and offering great sums to doctors who could provide him with female anatomy. Some modern scholars suggest that the emperor may have identified in ways that resemble contemporary ideas about gender variance. Others caution that these descriptions likely reflect political slander rather than autobiography. Roman writers frequently cast culturally foreign rulers as effeminate or uncontrolled. Syria in particular was associated with gender fluid ritual practices, making Elagabalus an easy target for such stereotypes. Whether these accounts contain truth, exaggeration, or invention, they played a crucial role in shaping the scandals that defined his legacy. A palace losing its grip Elagabalus’ mother and grandmother remained powerful figures at court. Yet by 221 it was clear that support among the military was weakening. Julia Maesa, the formidable architect of his rise, recognised the danger. She persuaded Elagabalus to adopt his cousin Severus Alexander as Caesar. The hope was to stabilise the regime by presenting a successor palatable to the Praetorian Guard. It backfired. On 13 March, the emperor complied and publicly presented his cousin along with his own mother. T he Guard preferred Alexander, whose quiet manner made him appear more traditionally Roman. On their arrival the soldiers started cheering Alexander while ignoring Elagabalus, who ordered the summary arrest and execution of anyone who had taken part in this display of insubordination. When Elagabalus attempted to marginalise the boy, rumours circulated that he planned to kill him. This triggered a revolt and members of the Praetorian Guard attacked Elagabalus and his mother: He made an attempt to flee, and would have got away somewhere by being placed in a chest had he not been discovered and slain, at the age of eighteen. His mother, who embraced him and clung tightly to him, perished with him; their heads were cut off and their bodies, after being stripped naked, were first dragged all over the city, and then the mother's body was cast aside somewhere or other, while his was thrown into the Tiber. Following his assassination, many associates of Elagabalus were killed or deposed. His lover Hierocles was executed. His religious edicts were reversed and the stone of Elagabal was sent back to Emesa. Women were again barred from attending meetings of the Senate. The practice of damnatio memoriae —erasing from the public record a disgraced personage formerly of note—was systematically applied in his case. The Roses of Heliogabalus by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1888) Aftermath: the making of a notorious reputation Once dead, Elagabalus became an easy vessel for every accusation imaginable. Dio’s hostile account was taken as fact. The late and often unreliable Historia Augusta added further tales of depravity. Medieval and early modern writers expanded the portrait. Edward Gibbon popularised the idea of Elagabalus as the embodiment of decadence. Later historians such as James Frazer mocked him as a “crack brained” priest. Only in the last century have scholars begun to reassess him. Some, like Martijn Icks and Clare Rowan, argue that the ancient accounts reflect political hostility more than accurate biography. Others, such as Warwick Ball, suggest that many of the emperor’s religious reforms were misunderstood and that his reputation owes more to prejudice than behaviour. Yet even sympathetic historians agree that Elagabalus’ approach to governing was often chaotic, impulsive, and damaging to his own position. It was not his religion or private life alone that doomed him, but the cumulative effect of alienating every major power base in Rome. What the scandals reveal Elagabalus’ four year reign shines a light on the fears and pressures of the Roman world. It reveals how easily a foreign born ruler could become a symbol of cultural anxiety, how power struggles within a dynasty were dressed up as moral outrage, and how later writers created a scandalous figure whose fame far outlasted his brief time on the throne. The young emperor remains a fascinating, if elusive, figure: part historical teenager, part literary construction, and part mirror for centuries of Roman prejudice. His scandals, whether real or embellished, tell us as much about Rome as they do about him. Sources Cassius Dio, Roman History , Book 80. Herodian, History of the Roman Empire since Marcus Aurelius , Books 5 to 6. Historia Augusta, Life of Elagabalus . Martijn Icks, The Crimes of Elagabalus  (London, 2011). Leonardo de Arrizabalaga y Prado, The Emperor Elagabalus: Fact or Fiction?  (Cambridge, 2008). Clare Rowan, “Elagabalus and the Politics of Reputation”, in The Severan Dynasty and the Roman Empire  (2012). https://bmcr.brynmawr.edu/2013/2013.02.22/ https://www.thecollector.com/elagabalus/ https://manchistorian.com/gender-as-a-weapon-emperor-elagabalus/ https://blog.bham.ac.uk/historybham/lgbtqia-history-month-elagabalus-the-trans-emperor-of-rome-ollie-burns/

There are moments in British history that seem almost impossible to grasp from a modern perspective. The execution of two ordinary men on a November morning in 1835 for an act that would eventually be decriminalised, pardoned and later recognised as a grave miscarriage of justice is one of them. The story of James Pratt and John Smith unfolds in the cramped rooms of a Southwark lodging house, in the corridors of Newgate Prison, and finally on the scaffold before a curious London crowd. It is a story full of contradictions and cruelty, one where poor men faced the full weight of laws seldom used against the wealthy, and where an entire case rested on what two people claimed to have seen through a keyhole. The execution of Pratt and Smith would mark the last time in England that any person was put to death for sodomy. Their lives, their trial, and the moral climate that condemned them reveal a great deal about nineteenth century attitudes toward sexuality, class and criminal justice. It is not a simple story of repression, though repression lies at its centre. It is also a story about power, fear, doubt and the uneasy relationship between public morality and private lives. And it is one that continues to resonate today. Lives shaped by poverty and surveillance James Pratt was born in 1805 and appears in most contemporary sources as both James Pratt and John Pratt. John Smith was born a decade earlier in 1795 and lived in the Southwark Christchurch area. In different court accounts Smith was described as an unmarried labourer, although other reports claimed he was married and working as a servant. The inconsistency is typical of working class people in the historical record. Their lives were not documented unless something went terribly wrong. For both men, life in London in the 1830s meant insecurity and constant surveillance from landlords, authorities and neighbours. Working men lived in crowded lodging houses where privacy barely existed. Doors were flimsy, keyholes were wide, stairways creaked with every step. The legal system, still shaped by Tudor and Georgian moral codes, held harsh penalties for sexual acts between men. Technically the crime carried the death sentence, although by the early nineteenth century executions for sodomy had become rare and were often commuted to transportation. The room at the centre of this case belonged to an elderly man named William Bonill, aged 68. He had lived for just over a year in a small rented room near Blackfriars Road in Southwark. His landlord later testified that Bonill received regular visits from men, often in pairs. That detail would be used to characterise the lodging as a place of moral danger rather than merely a refuge for lonely or impoverished men seeking companionship. The idea of a man receiving male guests was enough to arouse suspicion. The arrest through a keyhole What happened on the afternoon of 29 August 1835 formed the whole foundation of the case. According to the landlord, Pratt and Smith arrived to visit Bonill as they had done before. Sensing something improper, the landlord climbed into the loft of a stable building next door and from there claimed to see into Bonill’s room through a window. Unsatisfied, he and his wife then looked directly through Bonill’s keyhole. Later they stated that this tiny vantage point allowed them to witness Pratt and Smith committing an act of sodomy. The reliability of their account has been questioned ever since. Keyholes provided minimal visibility and nineteenth century rooms were often dark even in daylight. The couple’s account also involved claims of acts that anatomical experts later described as physically impossible given the time, angles and restricted view. But in 1835, the landlord’s certainty was all that mattered. Once the couple believed they had glimpsed something illicit, the scene moved quickly. The landlord forced the door open and confronted the two men. Bonill himself was not there. He returned a few minutes later carrying a jug of ale, suggesting that he had briefly stepped out on an errand. What happened next altered the lives of all three men. A constable was summoned. Sergeant Robert Valentine of the Metropolitan Police arrived, inspected the room and examined the clothing of both Pratt and Smith. All three were arrested and taken to Union Hall police office in Southwark, which combined the functions of a magistrate’s court and a police station. Magistrate Hensleigh Wedgwood questioned the men and determined that there was enough evidence to send the matter to trial at the Old Bailey. Because the trial sessions were not due for another month, the men were remanded in Horsemonger Lane Gaol to await the formal hearing. A trial weighted by class and circumstance The trial took place on 21 September 1835 at the Central Criminal Court before Baron Gurney. Gurney was known for being sharp and decisive, though not always merciful. Pratt and Smith were charged under section 15 of the Offences Against the Person Act 1828, which codified offences previously governed by the sixteenth century Buggery Act. Bonill, though absent from the alleged act, was charged as an accessory for providing the room. He was convicted and sentenced to fourteen years of transportation. He would never return. At the trial, character witnesses testified on Pratt’s behalf, speaking to his decency and work ethic. Smith, however, had no such advocates. That absence may have reflected little more than poverty. The people most likely to speak for him may not have been able to attend or had no standing in the eyes of the court. In a system where reputation was everything, the lack of supportive voices did Smith no favours. The entire prosecution case rested on the landlord, his wife and the constable . No other witnesses were present. No physical evidence existed beyond the constable’s opinion that the men’s clothing showed signs of recent activity. From the vantage point of modern law, such a case would collapse immediately. But in 1835, the moral climate and longstanding statute were enough to turn suspicion into conviction. A magistrate’s conflicted conscience Hensleigh Wedgwood, the magistrate who originally sent the men to trial, later wrote privately to the Home Secretary arguing for clemency. His letter delivered a striking critique of the system. He wrote: "It is the only crime where there is no injury done to any individual and in consequence it requires a very small expense to commit it in so private a manner and to take such precautions as shall render conviction impossible. It is also the only capital crime that is committed by rich men but owing to the circumstances I have mentioned they are never convicted." Wedgwood, though devoutly religious, found the death penalty disproportionate. He recognised that the law punished the poor disproportionately because they lacked private spaces or the ability to flee abroad after posting bail. The wealthier classes, he noted, protected themselves with walls and servants, creating conditions where detection was almost impossible. Yet even Wedgwood was a man of his age. In another letter he described Pratt and Smith as "degraded creatures", revealing lingering prejudices even as he argued for mercy. His moral discomfort did not prevent the machinery of justice from grinding forward. Dickens enters the story The most vivid contemporary description of Pratt and Smith came from a young Charles Dickens. On 5 November 1835, he visited Newgate Prison with editor John Black. In his Sketches by Boz he described what he saw: "The other two men were at the upper end of the room. One of them, who was imperfectly seen in the dim light, had his back towards us, and was stooping over the fire, with his right arm on the mantel-piece, and his head sunk upon it. The other was leaning on the sill of the farthest window. The light fell full upon him, and communicated to his pale, haggard face, and disordered hair, an appearance which, at that distance, was ghastly. His cheek rested upon his hand; and, with his face a little raised, and his eyes wildly staring before him, he seemed to be unconsciously intent on counting the chinks in the opposite wall." Dickens noted that the gaoler escorting him predicted their execution with certainty. That grim forecast proved accurate. The final decision: death for two, mercy for all others In the September and October sessions of the Central Criminal Court seventeen people had been sentenced to death for crimes including burglary and attempted murder. On 21 November all were granted reprieve except Pratt and Smith. They alone were denied mercy. The refusal was extraordinary. Men convicted of sodomy had been reprieved before. In 1828 Martin Mellet and James Farthing were transported instead of executed. But Pratt and Smith would not receive such clemency. Even the landlord and his wife, whose testimony secured the conviction, petitioned for mercy. Wives of the condemned men appealed before the Privy Council. None of it was enough. The execution at Newgate On the morning of 27 November 1835, James Pratt and John Smith were led from their cells to the scaffold outside Newgate Prison. Public executions were still common and often attracted large crowds. The Times reported that the turnout that day was larger than usual, perhaps because it had been nearly two years since an execution took place at Newgate. The Morning Post described the crowd hissing as the men emerged. It is unclear whether the hissing expressed sympathy or contempt. Some historians believe the reaction reflected discomfort at the severity of the punishment. Others argue it expressed moral disapproval of the alleged act. Both interpretations could be true. Pratt was reportedly too weak to stand and had to be physically supported while preparations were made. Their execution was swift. Within minutes the crowd began to disperse. A printed broadside recounting the trial was sold in the streets shortly after, capitalising on public curiosity. It included the text of a supposed final letter by Smith, though its authenticity is doubtful. Aftermath and legacy Bonill, transported aboard the ship Asia, reached Van Diemen’s Land in February 1836. He died in 1841 in New Norfolk Hospital. His life ended in obscurity on the other side of the world. The legal landscape changed slowly. The death penalty for sodomy remained technically available until 1861, though no further executions took place after Pratt and Smith. Their case lingered as an uncomfortable marker of the past. Over the years their story resurfaced in archives, theatre and song. The United Kingdom National Archives holds petitions and correspondence relating to the case. The stage play Particular Disposition, written by Benjamin Fulk, reimagines their final days. The folk song 45 George Street by Bird in the Belly recounts the injustice in haunting detail. In February 2024 Chris Bryant MP published James and John: A True Story of Prejudice and Murder , offering the most extensive modern account of their lives and deaths. And in April 2024 a proposal was made for a rainbow plaque on Blackfriars Road to mark the place where the story began. The most significant development came in January 2017 when both men were posthumously pardoned under what became known as the Alan Turing law. The pardon did not erase the historical record, but it acknowledged that the laws which condemned them were wrong. It recognised, finally, that their deaths were not justice but the result of prejudice and legal cruelty. Today, the story of James Pratt and John Smith remains a reminder of how fragile justice can be when morality and class shape the law. Their fate was sealed not by violence or harm but by what two people claimed to see through a keyhole. What followed was a trial influenced by class, religious belief, social prejudice and the rigid legal codes of the age. Their execution marked an ending of sorts, but their legacy has become part of a much larger story about human rights, the evolution of sexual freedom and the long struggle to correct historic injustices. Through newspaper reports, archival documents and the words of Charles Dickens, the two men stand before us still: pale, haggard, terrified, and counting the chinks in the opposite wall as the city outside prepared to take their lives. “1835: John Smith and James Pratt, the last hanged for sodomy” https://www.executedtoday.com/2012/11/27/1835-john-smith-james-pratt-buggery-dickens-visit-newgate/    executedtoday.com “Pratt & Smith – Last men hanged in England for gay sex” https://www.petertatchellfoundation.org/pratt-smith-last-uk-men-hanged-for-sodomy/    Peter Tatchell Foundation+1 “The Last Men Executed for Sodomy in England, 1835” http://rictornorton.co.uk/eighteen/1835last.htm    rictornorton.co.uk “Pratt And Smith: The Last Men To Be Executed For Sodomy in England” https://www.amusingplanet.com/2024/01/pratt-and-smith-last-men-to-be-executed.html    amusingplanet.com “Law and Oppression: LGBTQ Heritage Project – Historic England” . https://historicengland.org.uk/research/inclusive-heritage/lgbtq-heritage-project/law-and-oppression/    historicengland.org.uk “Pratt and Smith: the last UK men hanged for sodomy” https://libcom.org/article/pratt-and-smith-last-uk-men-hanged-sodomy-frank-ryan

The above image is from a set housed in the National Photo Library of the National Institute of Anthropology and History (INAH) in Mexico, and they depict a group of Mexican men purportedly arrested for homosexuality in 1935. These photographs were taken in Lecumberri prison in Mexico City, a place notorious for its harsh conditions and the mistreatment of prisoners. Lecumberri prison, often referred to as "The Black Palace of Lecumberri," was a prominent penitentiary in Mexico City from 1900 until its closure in 1976. It was infamous for its severe overcrowding and the brutal treatment of inmates. Among those incarcerated were individuals arrested for their sexual orientation, a reflection of the harsh societal and legal attitudes towards homosexuality at the time. In the early 20th century, Mexican society, like much of the world, viewed homosexuality as a deviant behaviour. The legal system mirrored these prejudices, criminalizing homosexual acts and subjecting those accused to imprisonment and public shaming. The men in these photographs were likely arrested under such laws, their identities reduced to mere subjects of derision and punishment. The photographs from 1935 provide a rare and unsettling glimpse into the lives of these men. Despite the grim circumstances, the images capture a range of emotions and interactions among the detainees. Some appear defiant, others resigned, and a few even display a sense of camaraderie. Their clothing and hairstyles reflect the fashion of the era, grounding these images in a specific historical moment. Very little is known about the individuals themselves. Their names, stories, and ultimate fates remain largely undocumented, lost to history. However, the images serve as a testament to their existence and their suffering, preserving a moment of resistance and humanity in the face of systemic oppression. Lecumberri Prison and Ward J Lecumberri's history is marked by its reputation for harsh conditions and the strict segregation of inmates. Up until 1976, gay men were often imprisoned in a specific ward known as "J" or "Jota." The term "joto" (derived from the letter "J") is a derogatory slang still used as a homophobic slur in Mexico. This segregation was not only a form of control but also a means of further stigmatising and isolating homosexual individuals. The conditions in Ward J were notoriously inhumane. Inmates faced physical and psychological abuse, overcrowding, and a lack of basic necessities. Despite these conditions, the ward also became a space where a unique subculture could develop, providing some sense of community and solidarity among the detainees. Luis Arturo Salmerón, in his article ‘Pride Behind Bars’, covered the photos : “The detainees' smile, posed to scandalise the same people who took them prisoner; they look proud before the cameras of the society that represses them. “Why do they do it? I want to believe – and the images seem to confirm it – that it is their way of resisting, of challenging the society that oppresses them and encloses them, but, as their faces shout at us from the distance of the years, they can not change them. “They are shouting that there they are, that they can lock them up or kill them, but they will not leave, that they will fight so that society can finally be inclusive and that sexual diversity is not persecuted as a crime. “We do not know their names, but we can remember their challenging faces as a brief tribute to the thousands of victims of a struggle that in Mexico has made some progress, although it still has a long way to go.”

It began, quite unassumingly, on a damp Thursday evening, 7th May, 1964, at a place most people in Manchester had long since stopped thinking about. Wilbraham Road station in Whalley Range had been closed for years. Its platforms were quiet, the signage fading, and the tracks largely unused. For one night, however, it was brought back into service, not for ordinary passengers, but as the setting for a television recording that would introduce a particular strand of American music to a wider British audience. A Disused Station Reimagined for Television The event was organised by Johnnie Hamp of Granada Television, who had already worked with American performers on earlier programmes. Rather than stage the second Blues and Gospel Tour in a studio, Hamp chose to build the programme around movement and location. Audience members were issued tickets for a specially arranged train departing from Manchester city centre, with cameras capturing their journey as part of the broadcast. The intention was to create something that felt less staged than a conventional television performance, even though the production itself was carefully planned. When the train arrived at the disused station, the audience stepped directly onto a platform that had been transformed for filming. Lighting rigs had been installed, camera positions fixed, and props arranged to suggest a stylised version of the American South. Station signs were altered, and the train itself was fitted with a cow catcher to reinforce the visual theme. For the purposes of the programme, the station was renamed “Chorltonville”. Although it appeared informal on screen, the setting was constructed with a clear visual plan in mind. The Performers and Their Place in the Blues Tradition The performers who took to the platform were established figures within American blues and gospel, though not all were widely known to British audiences at the time. At the centre of the line up was Muddy Waters, whose move from Mississippi to Chicago had helped define a more amplified, urban form of the blues. His use of electric guitar and band based arrangements differed from earlier acoustic traditions and would later be taken up by British musicians exploring similar sounds. Sister Rosetta Tharpe and Brownie McGhee Alongside him was Sister Rosetta Tharpe, whose career already stretched back several decades. Known for combining gospel vocals with electric guitar, she occupied a space between musical categories that were still being defined in the early 1960s. While her influence on later rock musicians is now widely recognised, at the time her work was not always clearly understood outside the United States. The line up also included Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, whose performances relied on close musical interplay, as well as Cousin Joe, Otis Spann, and Reverend Gary Davis. Together, they represented a range of approaches within blues and gospel, from solo acoustic performance to full band arrangements. Why Manchester Was Chosen For many people in Britain, this was music that had previously been encountered only through imported records. Cities like Manchester had developed a particular interest in American rhythm and blues, with venues such as the Twisted Wheel introducing audiences to recordings that were not widely available elsewhere. Concerts at the Free Trade Hall regularly attracted large crowds, suggesting that there was already a receptive audience in place. That interest had been evident during the first Blues and Gospel Tour in 1963, when Manchester was the only British stop. Among those reported to have travelled from London to attend were Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Keith Richards, and Brian Jones. Their presence reflected a growing curiosity among British musicians about the structure and sound of American blues. Johnny Hamp (right) with Muddy Waters Rain, Practical Challenges, and a Change in the Set The weather on the evening of 7th May was unsettled. Rain began shortly after the audience arrived, creating practical difficulties for both performers and crew. Electrical equipment had to be protected, and performers adjusted their positioning on the platform to avoid the worst of the conditions. The rain also altered the visual character of the broadcast, giving it a more subdued and less controlled appearance than originally planned. It was during this period that Sister Rosetta Tharpe made a small but notable change to her performance. She asked if she could alter her opening number and instead performed Didn’t It Rain . The choice suited the conditions without being presented as a deliberate piece of theatre. She stepped forward with her electric guitar and delivered the song in a way that drew attention from both the audience at the station and those watching later at home. Some viewers later recalled that her guitar playing stood out in particular. At a time when lead guitar was still commonly associated with male performers, there was a degree of surprise among those unfamiliar with her work. One account described people looking around for the guitarist before realising it was her. Broadcast to a National Audience The programme, titled Blues and Gospel Train , was broadcast by Granada Television to an audience estimated at around ten million viewers. In 1964, British television was limited to a small number of channels, and viewing was often shared within households. As a result, the programme reached beyond the relatively small audience that might attend a live blues performance, bringing the music into a wider domestic setting. For many viewers, the structure of the music itself was unfamiliar. Extended instrumental passages, call and response vocals, and a different approach to rhythm distinguished it from much of the British pop being produced at the time. Some responded immediately, while others required time to adjust to a style that did not follow familiar patterns. Reception at the Time and Later Reputation Contemporary reactions to the programme were not always framed in terms of long term importance. For some, it was simply an unusual and well produced broadcast. Its reputation has grown gradually, particularly as musicians who watched or attended later described its influence on their own work. In the years that followed, elements of the styles performed that evening began to appear more prominently in British music. Bands such as The Rolling Stones drew directly from the work of artists like Muddy Waters, while musicians including Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones would later incorporate similar structures into their recordings. The connection was not the result of a single event, but part of a wider process of exposure and adaptation. Wider Social Context and the Civil Rights Era The programme also sat within a broader social context. During the early 1960s, British audiences were increasingly aware of the civil rights movement in the United States through news broadcasts. Images of demonstrations and violence were becoming more common. Against that background, Blues and Gospel Train  presented Black American performers in a different light, as working musicians travelling internationally and performing to appreciative audiences. For the performers, European tours offered practical advantages. By the mid 1960s, musical tastes in the United States had begun to shift, with younger audiences turning towards newer styles such as soul and Motown. In Britain and Europe, however, there was a developing interest in earlier blues forms, providing opportunities that were sometimes less available at home. After the Broadcast After its initial broadcast, Blues and Gospel Train  was not widely repeated. Like many television programmes of the period, it existed primarily as a one time transmission. Over time, however, recordings have been preserved and circulated through archives and later releases, allowing it to be revisited by audiences who were not present in 1964. Looking back, the programme provides a clear example of how American blues was presented to British audiences during a period of change. It brought together a group of performers, a receptive local scene, and a television format capable of extending their reach. The effect was not immediate or uniform, but it formed part of a broader shift in how this music was understood and adopted in Britain in the years that followed.

It is one of those stories that feels almost too perfect for music history. In 1989, as glossy synth beats were drifting out of fashion and British music was hunting for its next direction, three unlikely figureheads found themselves sitting around a battered pub table in south London. Nick Cave was working his way out of addiction and into a sharper artistic future, Mark E Smith was continuing his uncompromising reign over The Fall, and Shane MacGowan was riding the stormy heights of The Pogues. The eighties had been defined by excess, artificial brightness and polished surfaces. These three men were the opposite. So when the NME brought them together for what they grandly called a Pop Summit, the scene looked nothing like the polished photo shoots of the decade they were supposedly ushering out. Instead, it meant a twenty pound bar tab per person, a pub with a gothic ambience, and two patient journalists. One was James Brown, not that James Brown, and the other was Sean O Hagan, yes that one, if you are thinking of Nick Cave’s recent memoir collaborator. Their job was theoretically to record whatever came out of the trio’s mouths. In practice, you suspect it required both of them simply to keep the afternoon from collapsing into pure chaos. They gathered at The Montague Arms, a once beloved and famously eccentric pub with taxidermy, naval bric a brac and dusty chandeliers. It was an environment that suited all three men, since each had built his career in some form of dazzling gloom. What happened inside that pub has become one of the small legendary moments of British rock culture. Opening Shots and Shared Insults The conversation began the way conversations with volatile artists often do. With a jab. “So the NME thinks we’re the last three heroes of rock n roll, do they?” Nick Cave asked. Shane MacGowan fired back without missing a beat. “Smarmy fuckers. What they actually mean is that we’re the three biggest brain damaged cases in rock n roll.” Given the surroundings, it was not entirely unfair. They were meeting in a pub near Millwall’s old Den. It was not exactly the spiritual home of delicate pop craftsmanship. Mark E Smith clarified the matter with the bluntness that only he could provide. “Apart from Nick. Nick’s cleaned up.” Cave answered with a rare moment of cheerful modesty. “Yeah, my brain’s restored itself.” None of this stopped Smith from appreciating his company. Their friendship went back years and had been forged in the margins of British music. Cave remembered their early days in London with a certain fondness. When The Birthday Party arrived from Australia, bringing a wild energy that was sometimes invigorating and sometimes simply dangerous, they were not welcomed by many. But Smith and his endlessly rotating line up in The Fall made room. “We were friends with The Fall, and we were friends with The Pop Group, and these were great English bands. Particularly at that time. They were the saviours of the music scene because there was so much shit that was happening at that time. Terrible, boring kind of stuff. And Mark Smith’s lyric writing was just incredible, so they had a huge impact, but we weren’t involved in a scene, we just knew them.” It was never a cosy friendship. Smith was famously prickly and nobody would have described any of these men as eager to mingle with the cool crowd. What they shared was not so much a lifestyle as a sensibility. They each wrote songs that lived between literature and chaos, between poetry and pub fights. They were drawn to the edges of things, and each in his own way tried to give a voice to lives and emotions that pop music often ignored. Outsiders Talking About Being Outsiders This was why the discussion soon turned to the subject of fashion and the avoidance of it. Cave observed, with surprising calm, “I think we’ve all tended to create some kind of area where we can work without particularly having to worry about what’s fashionable.” For the only known time in history, Mark E Smith agreed. “Yes, fair enough,” he said, before shifting instantly back into critique. “But I think there’s a lot of big differences in this trio here. Nick was very rock n roll to me but he’s turned his back on it which was cool. Shane’s more, I dunno. To me, The Pogues are the good bits from the Irish showband scene, like The Indians. You had that feel, probably lost that now. Your work’s good though.” There was no pretence in the room. MacGowan simply shrugged off the analysis with one line that summed up his lifelong attitude to public attention. “Fuck it man. Who wants to work in a place where there’s all these people looking at you?” Smith’s reply was instantaneous. “Are you talking about your gigs? You should stop doing them, then.” From there the talk unravelled in a tangle of theology, philosophy and the kind of insults that only good drinking companions can get away with. At one point MacGowan remarked, “I don’t go round saying Socrates was a cunt Jesus Christ was an idiot, do I?” Smith countered with one of his most notorious lines. “Jesus Christ was the biggest blight on the human race, he was. And all them socialists and communists, second rate Christianity. It’s alright for you Catholics.” Then he added, with comic timing, “I was brought up with Irish Catholics. Some of my best friends are Irish Catholics.” It was absurd. It was provocative. But it was also the exact sort of chaotic magic that the NME had hoped for. Mythologies, Subconscious Journeys and the Inner Theatre of Songwriting When the conversation drifted back towards their actual work, it grew unexpectedly reflective. MacGowan, who often resisted the mythologising that hovered around him, insisted, “Nobody created my mythology. I certainly didn’t.” Yet he immediately dug deeper into Cave’s own lyricism, offering a reading that would not have been out of place in an academic paper. “It seems to me that in your songs, Nick, you’re doing a Jung style trip of examining your shadow, all the dark things you don’t want to be. A lot of your songs are like trips into the subconscious and are, therefore, nightmarish.” He elaborated with unusual care. “You’re exploring the world through the subconscious. I’ve done that on occasions for various reasons, whether it be illness or self abuse, or whatever. Once things start to look grotesque I don’t write them or sing them. I couldn’t write them the way you do, I couldn’t, making nightmares into living daylight…” Cave, who is rarely caught off guard, seemed genuinely touched. “I think you do a pretty good job of it in some of your songs.” In this moment their artistic kinship became clear. All three were drawn to the ragged edges of human experience. They wrote songs that embraced the grotesque, the comic, the violent and the tender. They never flinched from the messy realities of life. Whether through Cave’s brooding narratives, Smith’s jagged repetition or MacGowan’s poetic slur, each man wanted to make sense of the world through honesty rather than polish. The Summit That Accidentally Captured an Era Ending Their conversation at The Montague Arms has since become part of musical folklore. It was messy and brilliant. It showed three artists who had survived the eighties on their own terms and were about to help shape the next decade in ways nobody predicted. Instead of shiny pop perfection, they offered literature, satire, raw emotion and wit so sharp it could slice through the thickest hangover. The Pop Summit did not deliver profound conclusions, but it revealed something more valuable. It showed three men who were not trying to be saviours at all. They were simply following their own crooked paths and pulling British rock music into new, stranger and far more interesting places. And as Nick Cave has since reflected in later interviews with Sean O Hagan, moderation is a far better companion than the excesses that once powered afternoons like this. Even so, the legacy of that pub meeting remains a reminder that sometimes the most chaotic conversations can illuminate the deepest truths about art, survival and the strange beauty of unvarnished honesty. The full transcript of the conversation is available over at The Quietus , but below, you can read a relatively small excerpt. Do you think it’s accurate to describe the three of you as outsiders? Nick Cave: “I think we’ve all tended to create some kind of area where we can work without particularly having to worry about what’s fashionable.” Mark E. Smith: “Yes, fair enough. But I think there’s a lot of big differences in this trio here. Nick was very rock ‘n’ roll to me but he’s turned his back on it which was cool. Shane’s more, I dunno. To me The Pogues are the good bits from the Irish showband scene, like The Indians. You had that feel, probably lost that now. Your work’s good though.” Shane MacGowan: “Fuck it man. Who wants to work in a place where there’s all these people looking at you?” MES: “Are you talking about your gigs? You should stop doing them, then.” SM: “Can’t afford to.” MES: “Fuck it, you could fight not to if you don’t like it.” SM: “…and leave the rest of them in the lurch?” MES: “Nah, the rest of your band will always complain about not working. If you’re paying them a wage tell them to stay at home and behave themselves.” SM: “It’s a democracy, our band.” MES: “Why aren’t they here with you then?” SM: “Cos the NME didn’t want to interview them.” MES: “Cos nobody’d recognize them.” SM: “That’s it! They want to interview us because we’ve got distinctive characteristics. They just want to interview three high-brow loonies. (Laughs)” MES: “In that case you should have brought your mate Joe Strummer along.” SM: “I said high-brow loonies.” How do each of you approach the actual mechanics of songwriting? MES: “When you ask about that, you just induce fear in a songwriter. I just go blank.” NC: “It’s not a cut and dried process.” SM: “For a start I ‘ve got to be out of my head to write. For a lot of the time it’s automatic writing. ‘Rainy Night In Soho’ was automatic.” MES: “It’s gotta be subconscious and off the wall. He says he’s got to be out of his head, and a lot of the time I have too. Sometimes, I just wake up and do it. It’s one of the hardest questions you ever get asked. For instance, you sometimeshear things that would make a great idea for a song but you never carry them out.” SM: “I do. Like ‘The Turkish Song Of The Damned’ was a Kraut trying to tell me something and I misheard him. He said ‘Have you heard ‘The Turkish Song’ by The Damned’. Then I woke up.” MES: “My German song’s better than yours, I bet. This is like one of those night-time discussions on Channel 4.” NC: “I write songs in batches and then record them and then can’t write again for ages. I try and build one song upon another, they may not obviously look inter-related but often one song acts as a springboard into another.” SM: “You haven’t been back to the swamps for a while, have you.” NC: “The swamps? Heh, heh. I’ve written a novel about that.” MES: “Nick thinks a novel’s two pages long. Very novel, heh, heh.” SM: “What’s it called?” MES: “It’s called It’ll Be Ready In Another Five Years. You should write more aggressive songs, Nick, you’re getting too slow.” NC: “I haven’t sat down and thought about the mood before I wrote them.” MES: “I find your work almost English Lit oriented, like Beckett, things crop up again and again.” NC: “And your songs are very deceptive Mark, in the way they’re sung. They may appear at times like streams of consciousness but that’s deceptive.” MES: “One thing that really annoys me is that stream of consciousness thing. I wouldn’t let on to it normally, but it annoys the shit out of me. I put a lot of hard sweat into them, I think about them. They have an inner logic to me so I don’t really care who understands them or not. I see writing and singing as two very different things. My attitude is if you can’t deliver it like a garage band, fuck it. That’s one thing that’s never been explored, delivering complex things in a very straightforward rock ‘n’ roll way. My old excuse is if I’d wanted to be a poet, I’d have been a poet.” SM: “And starved.” MES: “I listen to your songs, Shane, and I see the old Ireland coming up there and it moves me and I boogie to it. I like your stuff believe me or not. I can listen to Peter Hammill and I know he’s not enjoyable, not even entertaining but I like it. I’ve got a very old fashioned attitude that I shouldn’t give any of my secrets away.” SM: “What are you doing here then?” MES: “I can write, boy, I can write. That’s what I do. People like you sit round moaning about the state of pop music… The trouble is that it’s too bloody easy for people, that’s why music is in the sorry state that it is. Any idiot, actors mainly, can go in there, sing a chord, bang on a machine… I’m not objecting to that but when people get at me for trying to say something in a rock ‘n’ roll mode it’s as if I’m the freak.” SM: “All this talk about the state of music, rock ‘n’ roll music, Irish music, soul, funk.” MES: “Salsa.” SM: “It’s been proved by Acid House that anyone can make a record.” MES: “We’re not thick, we all know that.” SM: “Look, I’m talking about the implications of Acid House.” MES: “There’s nothing new in Acid House for me, pal. I’ve been using that process for years. Bloody years. It might be new for you but don’t assume it’s new for anyone else, because you’re fucking wrong, pal.” SM: “What the fuck are you talking about? Have you made an Acid House record?” MES: “It’s the same process, right. Have you had some sort of bloody revelation about Acid House?” SM: “Hah! It’s obvious if you listen they put Eastern melodies over it, bits of this and that…” MES: “That’s what music should always have been like.” SM: “It always was.” MES: “Why haven’t you been doing it for years then pal?” NC: “I think they have been doing it. I’ve heard zithers and so on. Eastern stuff, Turkish stuff.” MES: “We had jazz arrangements in ’82 when the rest of those tossers were playing cocktail lounge music and fucking pseudo new wave, so don’t talk to me about it because I know what I’m talking about pal.” SM: “Fucking hell, what’s he on about?” Sources Original NME Pop Summit piece (1989) Tony Fletcher archive of the full NME Pop Summit transcript https://tonyfletcher.net/blog/2013/11/25/the-nme-pop-summit-nick-cave-mark-e-smith-shane-macgowan-1989/ Nick Cave interviews and primary commentary Nick Cave in conversation with Sean O Hagan for The Guardian (2023) https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/sep/04/nick-cave-sean-ohagan-interview-faith-anger-music Nick Cave archive at Red Hand Files (on writing, mythology and personal philosophy) https://www.theredhandfiles.com/ Shane MacGowan archives and interviews The Guardian profile: Shane MacGowan, the outsider poet of The Pogues https://www.theguardian.com/music/2014/nov/27/shane-macgowan-profile-the-pogues RTE documentary archive on the life of Shane MacGowan https://www.rte.ie/culture/2023/1130/1410884-shane-macgowan-life-career-irish-punk-poet/ Mark E Smith and The Fall sources BBC Radio Four archive on Mark E Smith’s lyrical style https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09m1zcv The Quietus: The Fall and Mark E Smith retrospective https://thequietus.com/articles/23806-mark-e-smith-the-fall-obituary-tribute Context on The Montague Arms South London Press feature on the history of The Montague Arms https://londonnewsonline.co.uk/the-montague-arms-a-legendary-south-london-pub-lost/ Academic context on Cave, MacGowan and Smith as literary songwriters British Library sound archive essay on literary songwriting https://www.bl.uk/20th-century-literature/articles/songwriting-and-literature Journal of Popular Music Studies, discussion of outsider songwriting (open access) https://online.ucpress.edu/jpms/article/31/4/1/115289/Outsider-Voices-in-Popular-Music Music journalism history and the NME’s late eighties editorial direction Rock’s Backpages archive of NME late eighties editorial style https://www.rocksbackpages.com/Library/Publication/nme National Library of Scotland: Music press culture in the eighties https://www.nls.uk/learning-zone/music-culture/music-press/

There are figures in twentieth century sport who seem to exist at the edges of what most societies were prepared to tolerate. Violette Morris was one of them. For a time she was a household name in French athletics, known for breaking records across a bewildering range of sports and for carrying herself with a confidence that unsettled those who preferred women to remain in tidy categories. At the height of her career she competed in football, boxing, water polo, discus, javelin, shot put, cycling, swimming, diving, motor racing and even amateur aviation. She captured national titles, won international medals, pushed into male dominated teams and outperformed many seasoned competitors. Yet by the late 1930s she had become one of the most divisive public figures in France. It is a story shaped by talent, stubbornness, prejudice and the long shadow cast by war. Morris was adored by some, condemned by others, and in the end destroyed by the political forces she chose to embrace. Her life remains fascinating not because she was heroic or virtuous, but because she stood squarely in the middle of the cultural tensions of her age. Her refusal to bend to expectations sometimes revealed admirable self determination. Her later actions during the occupation brought her into alignment with one of the most destructive regimes in history. To understand her requires sitting with that contradiction. Early years and the development of an athlete Violette Morris was born on the 18th of April, 1893 in Paris to Baron Pierre Jacques Morris, a retired cavalry officer, and Elisabeth Marie Antoinette Sakakini, who came from a family of Palestinian Arab origin. With a military father and a cosmopolitan mother, her childhood was one of both structure and distance. Much of her adolescence was spent in the convent of L Assomption de Huy in Belgium. Accounts from later interviews suggest that she saw convent life not as a place of quiet retreat but as a testing ground where physical contests became a source of confidence and escape. Morris in 1913 In 1914, just as the First World War erupted, she married Cyprien Edouard Joseph Gouraud in Paris. The marriage did not last and they divorced in 1923, but the timing of the union placed her right in the middle of the social and personal upheavals brought on by war. Learning to drive in a landscape of destruction The war changed almost everything for Morris. With so many men mobilised for military service, women stepped into roles they had rarely been offered. Morris learned to drive during this period, at a time when driving itself carried a sense of mechanical daring and physical independence. Her aptitude behind the wheel was immediate. She joined the French Red Cross as an ambulance driver and was soon on the front lines at Verdun and later at the Somme. The experiences were brutal. Verdun between February 1916 and December 1916 was one of the deadliest battles in European history. Ambulance drivers endured artillery fire, collapsing roads, and the constant pressure of reaching wounded soldiers quickly enough to make a difference. Morris then served as a motorcycle courier at the Somme, which required navigating shell scarred terrain to deliver messages that could not be entrusted to unreliable phone lines. There are no flamboyant stories of heroics here, only the everyday endurance required of women who drove under fire. Yet her wartime service fed her belief in her own capabilities. She emerged from it with a sense that physical risks were something to be embraced rather than avoided. A multi sport powerhouse in the 1920s With the armistice in 1918, Morris threw herself into sport. The list of her activities in the 1920s is almost difficult to comprehend. She played football for Fémina Sports from 1917 to 1919 and then for Olympique de Paris between 1920 and 1926. She represented France on the women s national team. She was selected to train with the national water polo squad despite the absence of an official women s programme. She boxed, often against men as well as women, and earned a reputation for toughness in the ring. Her achievements in track and field were even more remarkable. She won medals at the Women s World Games in 1921 and 1922 and again in 1924. She competed in discus, javelin and shot put, capturing gold in discus and shot put in 1924. Her personal motto was widely reported in the press: What a man can do, Violette can do. At a time when women in sport were caught between growing visibility and persistent criticism, Morris stood out for refusing to soften her image. She wore tailored trousers, smoked heavily, swore confidently, and made little effort to present herself as conventionally feminine. She was open about her relationships with women and was known in Parisian artistic circles. Josephine Baker , Jean Marais and Jean Cocteau were among her acquaintances. Cocteau even stayed on the houseboat she shared with her partner Yvonne de Bray in 1939 and wrote his play Les Monstres sacrés there. The move into motor racing Motor sport became one of her greatest passions. Morris had her breasts removed in 1928 in a procedure she later explained as being necessary to fit more easily into tight racing car cockpits. Whether this was the sole reason is uncertain and historians have noted that her desire to live more freely in masculine coded clothing likely influenced the decision. The choice nevertheless shocked many contemporaries and was seized upon by critics who already objected to her unconventional lifestyle. Violette Morris at the Bol d’or race in 1923 where she finished seventh. She drove a Benjamin cyclecar and became a dedicated competitor in endurance races such as the Bol d Or, where she won the 1927 event. Her participation in the Tour de France Automobile in 1923, the Grand Prix de San Sebastian in 1926 and various long distance mountain courses demonstrated both stamina and technical skill. She was known for making her own mechanical adjustments and for understanding the cars she drove in a way that many drivers of the era did not. The conflict with French sporting authorities Her career should have continued its upward trajectory, but social tensions collided with her public persona. In 1928 the Fédération Féminine Sportive de France refused to renew her sporting licence. The reasons cited involved her behaviour, her clothing choices, alleged roughness in matches and accusations of providing stimulants to teammates. She was barred from competing in the 1928 Olympics. Morris fought back in court in 1930, arguing that the decision had destroyed her ability to earn a living. The trial quickly became a public spectacle. An old ordinance from 1800 restricting women from wearing trousers in public was revived against her. Her sexuality was not mentioned directly but was made an unspoken part of the proceedings. She lost the case. The bitterness of the experience shaped her sense of alienation. She later made a statement that was censored in the press, accusing France of being ruled by schemers and cowardice and predicting national decline. Whether this was an emotional outburst or a deeper conviction, it foreshadowed her decisions in the decade ahead. Financial struggle and the slide into political extremism After losing her licence, Morris opened a car parts shop in Paris. She and her employees built racing cars, but like many small businesses during the Great Depression, it failed. With her sporting career blocked and her business gone, she relied on teaching tennis and occasional performances as a singer on the radio. Morris in front of her Paris automotive store, 1928 In this vulnerable period she became acquainted with individuals connected to the growing far right network in Europe. One of her former racing rivals, Gertrude Hannecker, was later identified as an undercover agent working for the German regime. Whether this relationship directly facilitated Morris's later collaboration is debated, but by the mid 1930s she had begun to sympathise with Germany and accepted an invitation to the 1936 Berlin Olympics as an honoured guest. The houseboat incident and a brief moment of public sympathy In January 1933 Morris moved into a houseboat, La Mouette , with her partner, Yvonne de Bray, which was moored on the Seine at Pont de Neuilly in northwest Paris nea r the Bois de Boulogne. Livin g off inheritance annuities, she took up singing and was successful enough in the hobby to be broadcast performing on the wireless. On Christmas Eve 1937, while having dinner with friends and neighbors Robert and Simone de Trobriand at a restaurant in Neuilly, the trio encountered a drunk and aggressive young man named Joseph Le Cam. The unemployed ex-Legionnaire became embroiled in a heated argument with Simone de Trobriand. Morris was able to calm the man after some time. The following evening, after more drinking in Montmartre, Le Cam arrived at Morris' houseboat and another argument took place, this time between Morris and Le Cam. Le Cam left the houseboat, but soon returned after seeing Simone de Trobriand boarding La M ouette . They had argued the night before and Le Cam rushed back to the houseboat, brandishing a knife, and threatened both Morris and de Trobriand. Morris pushed Le Cam several times before he lunged at her and she produced a 7.65mm revolver. Morris fired four shots, the first two into the air, the following two at Le Cam. He later died in hospital. She was arrested and held for four days but acquitted in March, 1938 when the court accepted her version of events. For a brief moment the public saw her less as a social rule breaker and more as a woman defending herself and her househol d. Collaboration during the occupation When Germany occupied France in 1940, Morris aligned herself with the authorities of Vichy France and with German officials. The extent of her collaboration remains debated among historians. She helped source petrol, drove for high ranking officials and ran a garage that serviced Luftwaffe vehicles. These activities were factual. More controversial are claims that she participated in interrogation and counter espionage. Writer Raymond Ruffin argued that she worked to identify members of the British Special Operations Executive and the Resistance, and that she engaged in torture. Historian Marie Jo Bonnet and others note that there is no direct archival evidence confirming such acts, suggesting that her reputation may have been amplified by public hostility toward her pre war behaviour. Regardless of the exact nature of her collaboration, Morris became widely despised. Her earlier life had already made her a polarising figure, and during the occupation she found herself positioned as a symbol of betrayal. Whether she embraced that image or simply accepted it as a consequence of her choices is unclear. The ambush at Lieurey On 26th of April, 1944 Morris was travelling in a Citroën Traction Avant through rural Normandy with the Bailleul family, who themselves held positions favourable to the occupation authorities. Members of the Maquis Surcouf group had sabotaged the vehicle earlier that day. When the car faltered, Resistance fighters emerged and opened fire. Morris, the Bailleul couple and their two children were killed. Her body remained unclaimed at a morgue and she was buried in an unmarked communal grave. Her name quickly became shorthand for collaboration, moral deviance and the dangers of stepping outside approved norms. Understanding a difficult legacy Violette Morris is not a figure who lends herself to easy interpretation. The qualities that made her a remarkable athlete were the same qualities that created conflict with the institutions of her time. Her independence, her relationships with women, her refusal to conform and her ability to excel in physically demanding sports threatened conventional ideas about femininity. Yet the bitterness of her exclusion from sport contributed to decisions that harmed others and aligned her with an occupying regime. To write about her is therefore not to celebrate her nor to condemn her simplistically. It is to recognise a life shaped by extraordinary competence, stubborn defiance and ultimately destructive choices. Her story remains compelling because it reveals the tensions between personal identity, public expectation and political power in early twentieth century France. Sources Marie Jo Bonnet Violette Morris Une vie d exceptions Ed du Rocher ISBN 9782268071635 Anne Sebba Les Parisiennes How the Women of Paris Lived Loved and Died Penguin Random House ISBN 9780297870975 Jennifer Hargreaves Sporting Females Routledge ISBN 9780415059943 Raymond Ruffin La Femme Tonnerre Editions France Empire ISBN 9782704804619 Archives Nationales de France Police files on collaboration series F7 Bibliothèque Nationale de France Press archives 1917 to 1944 International Olympic Committee Historical Womens Games documents

There is a certain kind of magic in rediscovering a city through the eyes of someone who photographed it before most of us were born. Michael Kay’s images of Manchester in the early 1970s do exactly that. They reveal a place caught between decline and renewal, a place shaped by soot and spirit, hardship and humour. Above all, they show the people who lived through it. Michael Kay has been photographing people since his student days, guided by what he calls a “keen eye for character”. His new book, documenting Manchester at the start of the 1970s, pulls readers into a world of slum clearances, corner pubs, stoic residents, and the subtle glow of everyday resilience. What sets his work apart is not only the rich tonal depth of the film he used, but the fact that these scenes have almost entirely vanished from the modern cityscape. This is an intimate tour through one of Britain’s great urban transformations, told through the lens of a young photographer who simply wandered the streets with a lot of curiosity. A Welsh Beginning and a Manchester Calling Michael grew up in Snowdonia, surrounded by mountain landscapes and small communities where everyone knew each other. His move to Manchester in 1970 to study photography at Manchester Polytechnic marked a dramatic shift. He traded the rugged stillness of North Wales for a city where the pavements hummed with activity, where derelict streets stood beside new concrete developments, and where the social contrasts were impossible to ignore. Manchester Polytechnic’s photography course was prestigious. Among Michael’s contemporaries were Martin Parr, Daniel Meadows and the late Brian Griffin, all of whom would go on to shape British visual culture. Those early years were a mix of experimentation, darkroom fumes, and tutors encouraging students to step outside, observe, and document what was right in front of them. Michael did exactly that. Between 1970 and 1973 he took his camera everywhere. The results would eventually become the backbone of his professional portfolio and, decades later, the foundation of his book. Walking the Streets with a Camera Michael’s projects as a student included a wide range of themes that reflected the city’s daily rhythms. He photographed “Life amongst the slum clearance areas”, captured the fireside glow of “Bonfire Night”, covered “Armed Forces Day in Platt Fields”, and spent an unforgettable evening inside the Birch Villa pub in Rusholme. His approach was simple. He walked, he looked, he asked permission when he needed to, and he waited for people to reveal themselves as they were. In the Birch Villa he recalls: “I just walked in with my camera and asked if I could take some photos of the clientele. No one seemed to mind, and I felt quite safe in there. I was there for a couple of hours and it was full of characters.” The photographs taken in that pub have become some of his most celebrated. They capture warm chatter, raised glasses, quiet contemplation and the slightly chaotic energy of what he calls “a proper Manchester boozer”. Many of those pubs are long gone, replaced by student flats, supermarkets or apartment blocks. Through Michael’s lens, they survive. A City on the Brink: Poverty and Regeneration To look at Michael’s photographs is to understand the contradictions of Manchester in the early 1970s. On one hand, the city was struggling. Industry was declining, jobs were vanishing, and large swathes of inner Manchester deteriorated faster than local councils could intervene. He describes the atmosphere plainly: “The city was poor, poverty was rife, and gloom hung heavy in the air.” Yet the 1970s were also a moment of enormous state ambition. Manchester’s council leaders launched regeneration programmes designed to drag the city into a modern future. Victorian terraces were bulldozed, streets disappeared under the rubble of demolition crews, and entire communities were uprooted with the promise of better housing. Michael stood there with his camera, watching the old city crumble while the new one struggled to take shape. Down Comes Moss Side One of the most dramatic scenes of his project was Moss Side, where whole districts were reduced to brick piles as part of the city’s urban renewal plan. Fifty years ago Moss Side was a patchwork of ageing Victorian homes that were deemed unfit for habitation. Council leaders opted to tear them down and construct modern council estates, with Hulme’s notorious Crescents rising in the distance. At the time the Crescents were hailed as the most ambitious public housing development in Europe. They were designed to house more than thirteen thousand people, inspired by Georgian architecture and built with the belief that modern concrete living would improve quality of life. Instead the complex quickly deteriorated. Infestations of cockroaches, mice and even feral dogs spread through the blocks. Water ingress, poor insulation and faulty construction led to widespread structural problems. Social isolation, crime and a lack of green space made everyday life in the Crescents extremely difficult. Within a few years thousands of residents sought alternative accommodation. Michael’s photographs show the area before the Crescents reached their lowest point, but the warning signs are already visible. Streets are half gone, homes are boarded up, and children stand outside front doors that will soon be demolished. Today, Hulme is a completely different place. After millions of pounds in investment the area is seen as safe and lively, with parks, university housing and cultural centres. Michael’s images remain an important record of what came before. Playing in the Rubble Despite the bleak economic reality of 1970s Manchester, Michael often found joy and resilience in the most unexpected scenes. One recurring sight was children turning demolition sites into playgrounds. He remembers it vividly: “The children played amongst the rubble and seemed happy. I’d love to know what became of this young lad.” These moments are significant. They remind us that even in the toughest circumstances, communities found ways to carry on. Children climbed bricks, explored hollowed out homes and created games from the debris of urban renewal. Adults stood nearby talking over the noise of construction. Life continued in the gaps left by bulldozers. His photographs of these children are among the most striking. They combine innocence with the scars of a city in transition, forming a powerful visual metaphor for Manchester’s journey during those years. From Manchester to London: A Career in Focus After completing his studies in 1973, Michael moved to London, a city then booming with creative opportunity. He eventually opened his own photography studio, working across editorial commissions, advertising and portraiture. The gritty streets of Manchester remained a formative influence, shaping how he approached subjects throughout his career. His new book, featuring many of the images taken during those early years, is a careful archive of a city that would soon look entirely different. It speaks not only to the past, but to the enduring power of observational photography. Through wide streets and narrow back lanes, frozen pubs and collapsing tenements, Michael captured a Manchester on the brink of transformation. His work stands as a quiet reminder that history is not only in grand buildings or political speeches, but in the faces of the people who lived through it. Sources A Snapshot in Time: Photographer Shares Images Captured in 1970s Manchester https://themanc.com/feature/a-snapshot-in-time-photographer-shares-images-captured-in-1970s-manchester/ New License Ready Images: Michael Kay Collection (PhotoArchiveNews) https://photoarchivenews.com/news/new-license-ready-images-michael-kay-collection-street-photography-manchester-1970s/ Hulme Crescent: Bohemian Dream and Utopian Failure (I Love MCR) https://ilovemanchester.com/hulme-crescent-bohemian-dream-utopian-failure Designing Out Crime: The Rise and Fall of Hulme Crescents (MetroStor) https://metrostor.uk/designing-out-crime-the-rise-and-fall-of-hulme-crescents/ Hulme Crescents: A Case Study in Manchester’s Post Slum Clearance Experiment (Retrospect Journal) https://retrospectjournal.com/2025/02/16/hulme-crescents-a-case-study-in-manchesters-post-slum-clearance-experiment-and-a-lesson-for-british-social-housing/ Urban Regeneration in Manchester: Hulme (Tutor2U) https://www.tutor2u.net/geography/reference/gcse-geography-urban-regeneration-in-manchester-hulme-uk-city-study-manchester-10 Manchester After Engels: History of the Present (Places Journal) https://placesjournal.org/article/manchester-after-engels/

In the darkness before dawn on the 4th of December 1969, the sound of breaking wood and gunfire pierced the quiet of Chicagos West Side. Neighbours later said it sounded like a war zone. Inside a small apartment at 2337 West Monroe Street, a 21-year-old man who had spent the previous evening teaching political education classes lay unconscious on a bloodied mattress. Minutes later, police officers would identify him, assess his condition, and, according to survivors, finish the job. The police called what happened a gun battle. Some newspapers repeated the phrase. But the evidence that emerged in the hours, days and years after the shooting showed something very different. The raid that killed Fred Hampton was not chaotic. It was planned, assisted, mapped, and made possible by an informant working inside the Illinois Black Panther Party. It was also shaped by the FBI’s COINTELPRO programme, which openly aimed to prevent what J Edgar Hoover described as the rise of a Black messiah. Fred Hampton’s death has since become one of the most widely studied episodes of domestic political repression in modern American history. This is the complete story, from his childhood to the events of horrific evening, the investigations that followed, and the legacy he left behind. Fred Hampton as a Proviso East High School student.   Early Life and a Natural Leader Fredrick Allen Hampton was born on the 30th of August 1948, in suburban Chicago to parents who had moved north during the Great Migration. This was a period when millions of Black families left the South in search of industrial work and, with some hope, greater safety. Even as a teenager, Hampton showed both confidence and moral purpose. He challenged racial segregation in his town by arguing that Black girls should be eligible for homecoming queen and that Black children should be allowed into the local swimming pool. These were not small matters. They touched the daily fabric of exclusion and humiliation. The NAACP recognised him early. Hampton joined its youth wing and, through sheer energy and organisational talent, increased its membership from seven to 700. His political education expanded rapidly too. Like many young activists in the early 1960s, he began with admiration for Martin Luther King Jr’s non violent philosophy. But he later gravitated toward Malcolm X’s emphasis on self defence. From Malcolm’s autobiography, one line struck him deeply: "I am for violence if non violence means we continue postponing a solution to the American Black mans problem just to avoid violence." To Hampton, who had seen the abuse directed at peaceful marchers, the sentiment sounded less like extremism and more like realism. Hampton and the Black Panther Party The Black Panther Party for Self Defence was founded in Oakland in 10/1966 by Huey P Newton and Bobby Seale. By 1968, a Chicago chapter had formed and quickly attracted Hampton. Within months he became chairman of the Illinois Panthers, with Bobby Rush as deputy minister. Popular images of the Panthers often focused on armed patrols or confrontations with police, but the Chicago chapter’s daily work looked quite different. They ran free breakfast programmes for schoolchildren, organised medical initiatives, and offered political education. They also believed that revolutionary politics had to be practical to make sense in working class neighbourhoods. Hampton understood something else too: coalitions matter. His most significant achievement was the creation of the Rainbow Coalition, a multiracial alliance between the Panthers, the Young Lords (a Puerto Rican group), and the Young Patriots (a group representing white migrants from Appalachia living in poverty in Chicago). This was not symbolic. It involved joint meetings, shared actions, and a clear message that racial division benefitted the city’s political establishment more than ordinary people. Jeffrey Haas, who later helped represent the Hampton family, observed: "[Because of the Rainbow Coalition], Hampton represented a threat beyond just what the Panthers were." The FBI was paying attention. Hoover called the Panthers "the greatest threat to the internal security of the country", and internal memoranda show that the Bureau considered Hampton a potential Black messiah capable of unifying the militant movement. Chicago on Edge: The Tensions Before the Raid The final months of 1969 were marked by escalating conflict. On the night of the 13th of November, while Hampton was in California, officers John J Gilhooly and Frank G Rappaport were killed in a gun battle with members of the Chicago Panthers. One died that night, the other the following day. Nineteen-year-old Panther Spurgeon Winter Jr was killed by police. Panther Lawrence S Bell was charged with murder. The Chicago Tribune responded with an editorial titled "No Quarter for Wild Beasts", urging police to approach suspected Panthers prepared to shoot. The temperature in the city was rising rapidly. Within the FBI, the climate was no less heated. Agency memoranda from July 1969 show that COINTELPRO’s explicit aim was to prevent the rise of a messiah who could unify Black nationalist groups. Hampton was specifically flagged as such a figure. To achieve this, the FBI relied heavily on a single informant. The Informant Inside the Party: William O’Neal William O’Neal, a young man who had been recruited by the FBI after an arrest, infiltrated the Chicago Panthers and rose to a position of trust. His job gave him access to the chapter’s inner workings, security positions, and living arrangements. O’Neal provided the FBI with detailed maps of Panther apartments, including 2337 West Monroe Street, noting the location of beds, doors and furniture. He was also the one who informed the FBI that Hampton was likely to move up to national leadership within the party. William O’Neal was an FBI informant embedded within the Black Panthers. On the evening of the 3rd of December, after Hampton led a political education class, he returned home with his pregnant fiancée Deborah Johnson and several Panthers, including Mark Clark, Ronald Satchel, Blair Anderson, James Grady, Harold Bell, Verlina Brewer, Louis Truelock and Brenda Harris. O’Neal had prepared a late dinner for them. During that dinner, O’Neal slipped secobarbital into Hampton’s drink. Hampton was not known to take drugs, and Cook County chemist Eleanor Berman later confirmed that two separate tests showed the presence of barbiturates in his system. An FBI chemist claimed not to detect them, but Berman did not retract her findings. Around 01:30, Hampton fell asleep mid-sentence while speaking to his mother on the phone. Johnson later recalled watching him try to rouse when the raid began: "It was like watching a slow motion film. He raised his head up real slow with his eyes toward the entranceway and laid his head back down. That was the only movement he made." O’Neal left the apartment shortly before the shooting began. The Raid Begins The raid was organised by Cook County State’s Attorney Edward Hanrahan through his Special Prosecutions Unit. Armed with a search warrant for illegal weapons, a 14-man team arrived at the apartment at around 04:00. At approximately 04:45, they launched the assault. Mark Clark, 22, was on security duty in the front room with a shotgun resting in his lap. Police shot him in the chest instantly. His shotgun discharged once into the ceiling as a reflex after his death. This single round would later be used to claim that the Panthers had fired first. Police then directed heavy fire into the bedrooms. Survivors described a barrage of bullets. Ballistics later confirmed that officers fired between 82 and 99 shots. The Panthers fired one. The bed and room where Hampton was fatally shot during the raid, showing a large amount of blood on his side of the mattress and numerous bullet holes in the walls Deborah Johnson was pulled from the room as Hampton lay on the mattress, still unconscious. According to both Johnson and fellow Panther Harold Bell, the following exchange took place: "That’s Fred Hampton." "Is he dead? Bring him out." "He’s barely alive." "He’ll make it." Then Johnson heard two shots and someone say:"He’s good and dead now." Hampton had been shot twice in the head at close range. His body was dragged into the doorway and left in a pool of blood. In the north bedroom, Panthers Ronald Satchel, Blair Anderson, Verlina Brewer and Brenda Harris were also shot, then beaten, dragged outside and arrested on charges of attempted murder. Chicago Police remove Hampton's body Immediate Aftermath: Competing Narratives At a press conference the next day, the police announced the arrest team had been attacked by the "violent" and "extremely vicious" Panthers and defended themselves accordingly. In a second press conference on December 8, the police leadership praised the assault team for their "remarkable restraint," "bravery," and "professional discipline" in not killing all the Panthers present. Photographic evidence was presented of "bullet holes" allegedly made by shots fired by the Panthers, but reporters soon challenged this claim, saying they had clearly been made by nails in the hope they would look like bullet holes. An internal investigation was undertaken, and the police claimed that their colleagues on the assault team were exonerated of any wrongdoing, concluding that they "used lawful means to overcome the assault." The police called their raid on Hampton's apartment a "shootout." The Black Panthers called it a "shoot-in," because so many shots were fired by police. On the 6th of December thousands of people walked through the unguarded apartment. Among them was student photographer Jack Challem, whose photographs showed no evidence of bullets fired outward at police. The Chicago Sun-Times published the headline: "Those bullet holes aren’t." On 11 and 12 December, both the Chicago Tribune and Chicago Sun-Times published long front page accounts. They reached opposite conclusions. A coroner’s inquest ruled the deaths justifiable homicides. Only police and state witnesses testified, surviving Panthers refused to testify because they still faced criminal charges. At the same time, major civil rights figures, including Roy Wilkins and former Attorney General Ramsey Clark, formed an independent commission and concluded the police had killed Hampton without justification and violated constitutional protections. Federal Scrutiny, Legal Battles and the Exposure of COINTELPRO In May 1970, a federal grand jury released a report criticising actions by both the police and the Panthers, but returning no indictments. In 1970, the survivors and families of Hampton and Mark Clark filed a civil rights suit seeking USD 47.7 million in damages. After years of delays, the trial began and continued for 18 months. In 1977, the case was dismissed. But in 1979, the United States Court of Appeals found that the government had withheld evidence, including documents linking the FBI to planning the raid. The case was reinstated. In 1980, the Supreme Court upheld that decision. In 1982, the City of Chicago, Cook County and the federal government reached a settlement of USD 1.85 million. Attorney G Flint Taylor described the settlement as: "An admission of the conspiracy that existed between the FBI and Hanrahan’s men to murder Fred Hampton." The government denied wrongdoing, claiming it wished only to avoid further cost. Meanwhile, a 1971 break-in at an FBI office in Media, Pennsylvania exposed COINTELPRO publicly for the first time. Among the documents were: • A floor plan of Hampton’s apartment • Communications between the FBI and state authorities • Evidence that O’Neal had been paid and rewarded for his role Mourners at the funeral of Hampton. William O’Neal later admitted his involvement in setting up the raid, he died by suicide in 1990. Funeral and Public Reaction More than 5,000 people attended Hampton’s funeral in December 1969. Jesse Jackson said in his eulogy: "When Fred was shot in Chicago, Black people in particular, and decent people in general, bled everywhere." A few days later, in retaliation, members of the Weather Underground bombed several police vehicles in Chicago. Four weeks after the raid, on Boxing Day, 1969, Deborah Johnson gave birth to their son, Fred Hampton Jr. Fred Hampton Jr Legacy Fred Hampton’s killing is widely viewed as a turning point in the decline of the Black Panther Party. By 1982, the party had effectively dissolved. Yet Hampton’s work left deep marks: • His Rainbow Coalition influenced later multiracial organising in Chicago • His focus on police brutality anticipated the concerns of Black Lives Matter • His legacy shaped the city’s political transformation, including the 1983 election of Harold Washington as Chicago’s first Black mayor. Georgia State University professor Craig McPherson said Hampton belongs in the same grouping as Martin Luther King Jr , Malcolm X and Medgar Evers , adding that he should receive far more recognition nationally. The 2021 film " Judas and the Black Messiah " helped bring the story of Hampton and O’Neal to new international audiences. But the fact remains that Hampton’s life ended at 21. His supporters have long argued that his death removed a political organiser who had the potential to alter the course of American urban activism. Sources https://www.archives.gov/research/african-americans/individuals/fred-hampton https://www.justice.gov/archives/jm/criminal-resource-manual-81-fbi-cointelpro https://jjie.org/2021/02/11/who-was-fred-hampton/ https://www.npr.org/2021/02/12/fred-hampton-black-panther-william-oneal-fbi https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/hampton-black-panthers/ https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-vintage-fred-hampton-black-panthers-20191203-az2t66i4gjbwjez2tkau5pjz34-story.html https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/feb/12/fred-hampton-black-panthers-judas-black-messiah-history https://www.law.com/almID/1202755632817/

By the time Eugene Landy entered Brian Wilson’s life in 1975, the Beach Boys’ creative centre had already spent much of the decade drifting away from both music and stability. Wilson’s withdrawal during the early 1970s was well known within the industry, but what was less visible was the effort his wife Marilyn had made to find meaningful medical help. As she later explained, Brian had developed a disarming ability to perform functionality in front of doctors, convincing professionals that he was healthier than he really was. In an attempt to reverse his physical decline, Marilyn had even hired Wilson’s cousin Stan Love earlier in 1975 to supervise Brian’s daily routine. Love was a former professional basketball player, not a clinician, but at that stage supervision felt better than inaction. Psychiatrists were consulted, therapists lined up, but Brian simply refused to attend. It was through a friend that Marilyn heard the name Eugene Landy. Stan Love When they first met, Landy framed the situation in stark terms. He told Marilyn that Brian was an undiagnosed and untreated schizophrenic. What followed sounded, at least at first, like a breakthrough. During one of Landy’s early visits to the Wilson home, Brian walked into the room unexpectedly and said, quietly and without prompting, “Something’s wrong with me. I need your help.” Marilyn later said that was the moment everything began. Total immersion Wilson agreed to enter Landy’s programme, though later he admitted that fear rather than trust played a major role. He said he believed refusal would result in being committed. Once treatment began, Landy imposed an uncompromising structure. Brian was required to follow a strict daily schedule of exercise and work, while contact with friends deemed unhelpful was cut off. Landy justified his methods bluntly. He once explained that his approach required psychological dominance. “There is only room enough for one crazy person in Brian’s head,” he said, “and that’s got to be me.” When Brian refused to get out of bed after years of withdrawal, Landy did not negotiate. He warned him, then threw water over him. Brian got up. The regimen extended beyond the private sphere and into the Beach Boys’ working life. During the sessions for 15 Big Ones  in 1976, Landy sat in on meetings, supervised discussion, and monitored Brian’s energy and focus. According to later accounts, conversations about individual songs could last up to eight hours, with Landy present throughout. Road manager Rick Nelson later said that Landy tried to influence creative decisions, something that unsettled the band. Landy’s involvement soon became visible to the public. At his insistence, Brian appeared on Saturday Night Live  in 1976, performing Good Vibrations  alone at the piano. The performance was hesitant and received mixed reaction. Behind the cameras, however, Landy stood holding signs that simply read “smile”. Critics saw awkwardness. Landy saw progress. He later argued that the appearance was never meant to succeed on its own, but as part of a long process, saying that if repeated often enough, Brian would have overcome his fear. Money and fracture From the outset, the cost of Landy’s treatment was substantial. His fee began at 10,000 dollars per month and steadily rose. By the end of 1976, when it reached 20,000 dollars, Steve Love stepped in and dismissed him from the arrangement. Marilyn, too, had reached breaking point. She later recalled confronting Landy in his office with Brian present. In a rare display of anger, Brian lashed out physically. “You son of a bitch,” he shouted, swinging his fist. Marilyn said she had never seen her husband violent before. What shocked her most was Landy’s response. Rather than intervening, he calmly told her to let Brian hit him, insisting that Brian needed to release his anger. Marilyn later reflected with disbelief that this was considered therapy. Landy was dismissed, but the relationship remained unresolved. Landy later described 15 Big Ones  as the only major success the Beach Boys had achieved in years, and claimed that he and Brian accomplished it together. He said his goal had been to make Brian a “whole human being”, whereas the band’s management simply wanted another album by 1977. Asked in 1977 whether Landy had exercised too much control, Brian admitted that he believed so, but felt powerless. He said Landy had legal control of his life through arrangements made during his marriage, adding, “He definitely helped me. It cost over a hundred thousand dollars. He charged a hell of a lot per month.” The second return After a serious overdose in 1982 involving alcohol and cocaine, Brian was returned to Landy’s care. This second period would last nearly a decade and become far more controversial than the first. This time, Landy surrounded Brian with constant supervision. His assistant Kevin Leslie accompanied Wilson everywhere, earning the nickname Surf Nazi. Medication was administered at Landy’s direction, though psychiatrist Sol Samuels formally handled prescriptions. Brian Wilson in 1982, at the Michigan State Fair in Detroit, MI. By the mid 1980s, Landy no longer described himself solely as a clinician. “I influence all of his thinking,” he said. “I’m practically a member of the band. We’re partners in life.” Brian publicly pushed back against the image, insisting that he remained in charge of his own decisions. “People say that Dr Landy runs my life,” he said. “The truth is, I’m in charge.” Yet journalists who spent time with them described a different reality. One Rolling Stone  writer observed that Brian appeared unable to act without Landy’s approval. Apart from a brief solo drive to buy groceries, Landy’s consent seemed required for even small movements. Brian appeared compliant, even willing, but rarely independent. Part of Landy’s philosophy involved isolating Brian from the Beach Boys themselves. He believed the group wanted to use Brian rather than protect him. Brian later confirmed that Landy discouraged family contact, saying he found it unhealthy. He recalled an interview with his brother Carl where Carl observed that they did not need to be friends, only bandmates. Brian admitted that hearing this left him feeling “rotten”. Creative control and profit Between 1983 and 1986, Landy’s fees rose to around 430,000 dollars per year. To cover these costs, Brian’s family surrendered publishing rights. At one point, Landy held 25 percent of all Brian’s songwriting royalties, whether or not he contributed creatively. This was later revoked, but by then Landy’s role had expanded into music and business. Landy co produced the unreleased track Smart Girls , which Brian later described as simply having fun. In 1987, the two formed Brains and Genius, a joint venture meant to exploit recordings, films, and books. Landy was credited as co writer and executive producer on Brian’s 1988 solo album. Producer Russ Titelman later dismissed Landy as disruptive and anti creative. Mike Love viewed the situation more suspiciously. He believed Landy encouraged a solo career to dismantle the Beach Boys’ influence. “Then he would be the sole custodian of Brian’s career and legacy,” Love later said. Landy’s credibility suffered further in 1991 when he falsely claimed in Billboard  to have co written Eve of Destruction  under a pseudonym. The real songwriter publicly corrected the record, later suggesting that Landy may have fabricated the claim to justify his deep involvement in Brian’s songwriting to sceptical medical professionals. Intervention State authorities began taking notice as the decade progressed. Journals kept by songwriter Gary Usher during collaborations with Brian depicted him as a near captive. By this stage, Brian had become Landy’s only patient. In 1988, the California Board of Medical Quality charged Landy with ethical violations, including improper drug prescriptions and inappropriate relationships with patients. He denied the accusations but admitted one charge and surrendered his licence. Despite this, Landy’s assistants remained with Brian. The daily regime continued largely unchanged until further discoveries emerged. In 1990, publicist Kay Gilmer learned that Landy had been named chief beneficiary in a newly revised will, receiving 70 percent of Brian’s estate. Alarmed, she resigned and delivered documents to the authorities. Legal action followed. Although Brian appeared publicly to denounce the allegations and insisted that the system worked, his family pursued the case. In 1992, a court barred Landy from contacting Brian. When he violated the order later that year by attending Brian’s birthday, he was fined. Evan Landy, Eugene Landy and Brian Wilson having dinner in Los Angeles in the 1980s Aftermath and reflection Landy estimated that his involvement cost Brian approximately 3 million dollars between 1983 and 1991. Landy died in 2006. Brian said he was devastated by the news. His daughter Carnie recalled him saying that although many people disliked Landy, he loved him. In later years, Brian’s reflections became more complex. In 2002 he said that he did not regret the experience, crediting Landy with saving his life through discipline and exercise. By 2015, his view had sharpened. “I thought he was my friend,” he said, “but he was a very messed up man.” Even so, he continued to acknowledge that some good had come from the relationship. Those close to Brian echoed the ambiguity. Don Was remembered seeing shades of grey rather than outright villainy. Mike Love, while critical of Landy’s expense and severity, admitted that he believed Landy saved Brian’s life. The story remains unresolved in moral terms. It is neither a simple tale of exploitation nor a clear case of rescue. Instead, it stands as a deeply uncomfortable example of how care, control, fear, creativity, and profit became entangled around one of popular music’s most fragile geniuses. 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