#Granville Court

[michwritesstuff]

She’s Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)

this is my first ever bridgerton fic! i’ve had such a writer’s block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writers’ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)

pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)

summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?

notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granville’s scandalous studio saoirees…

word count: 2.4k

As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.

Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.

Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.

He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.

Benedict believed that this season wouldn’t be any different.

******

When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didn’t expect that you would be taking part in the ton’s social season.

As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didn’t feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.

Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as ‘free spirits.’ They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.

With your mother’s passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.

Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.

You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.

She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.

While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didn’t fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.

******

“I heard she was rejected by every suitor.”

“She’s so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldn’t even be worth it.”

“Apparently she’s slightly deformed.”

You couldn’t begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.

You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.

Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.

Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.

Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.

You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.

You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.

With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.

She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.

Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.

“Miss y/l/n, I do hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Lady Danbury” you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.

Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.

She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.

******

You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.

Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.

Colin Bridgerton.

You had met him once before, in passing, when Lady Danbury had brought you to meet his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.

 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke.

His younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.

However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.

You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.

“Tell me about yourself Miss y/l/n” Colin inquired.

“Y/N,” you quickly corrected.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you smiled slightly.

“Well Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?”

“London, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldn’t mind getting lost here. And well…this—” you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.

“May I be frank?” you asked, Colin’s eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Of course, Miss Y/N”

“I slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and I’ve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone I’ve met one time?”

Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.

“You remind me of my sister Eloise,” he stated.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,” you grinned back.

As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.

“I hope you find the person you’re looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you don’t need all of this to do so.”

You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.

They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.

The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.

Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.

Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.

“Colin?”

“Yes?”

“Who are those two men in the corner?”

Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, those two? You don’t want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.”

You were following along for a while until that last part.

You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.

His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.

“My apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

“Your brothers?”

“Yes, lets introduce you,” he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.

“Colin, No I—"

“Brothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,” he pointed out.

You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.

“I told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.”

You weren’t sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgerton’s were a well-respected family in the ton.

You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.

You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.

“Y/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.

“You flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.”

“Oh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.”

Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.

“While that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.” Benedict states.

“Nonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,” you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.

His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disapproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.

As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.

“So, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.”

“Just Benedict is fine,” he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.

“Besides, aren’t I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?”

“That’s awfully backwards thinking, I hope you don’t get stuck that way” you replied sarcastically before being spun around.

When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.

“I suppose that is fair. I’m an artist, well…I’m trying to be an artist. It’s a little complicated.”

You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasn’t exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.

“You should come by Sir Granville’s studio, it’s quite…”

You couldn’t think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.

“…inspiring,” you finished.

Benedict gave you an interesting look.

Little did you know, he had been to Granville’s studio, several times.

He hadn’t been in a while since his family had just returned from Aubrey Hall and the preparation for Eloise’s season had been quite hectic for his mother.

But you, picturing you at Granville’s studio was not something Benedict had imagined.

Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didn’t fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.

Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.

“What do you know of Granville’s studio?” he asked seriously.

“Well, for one, I’m staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I mean…” you trail off.

Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.

As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.

“Until next time Y/N”

“I look forward to it Benedict.”

******

Two months had passed since Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.

As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didn’t seem like your place.

Throughout your time at the Bridgerton’s household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.

Until today.

You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some ‘evidence’ and ‘clues’ about Lady Whistledown.

“Good Afternoon Y/N” Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.

“Afternoon Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.

He gave you a knowing look before continuing.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granville’s tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?”

You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.”

He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.

“Yes Benedict, I’ll see you there,” you smiled.

“Good,” he replied.

******

That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.

 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.

“OH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.”

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.

“She’s stunning, is she not?” you questioned.

“She is,” he answered quickly.

However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.

You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.

“Will I ever get to see your art?” you asked him.

He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

“I certainly would let you, if there was any.”

“Practicing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?” you teased.

Benedict gave you a look.

“I may have asked around about you,” you confessed.

“And?” he asks.

From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.

“Your family and friends speak highly of you, that’s important.”

“What about you? What do you speak of me?”

“Besides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.”

He nodded his head again, before responding.

“I think highly of you as well,” he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.

You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.

Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.

“Y/N—” he pulled away, his senses flooding back.

“This is…no, I’ve dishonored you I—”

“Oh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.”

He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldn’t help but pull you back in, one hand sinking to your waist to pull you closer, the other rested on your cheek.

“You know this means we have to get married now?” Benedict teases.

“That means you presume I would say yes,” you teased back.

His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.

“Let’s just see how you perform tonight before we think about marriage” you joked.

Benedict pulled back with a smirk and look in his eye you haven’t seen yet as he looked you over.

“Art is all about practicing and perfecting, we might need to practice a few times before you make your final judgement” he teased back.

You threw your head back in surprise, a large laugh leaving your lips before you smiled sweetly at him.

This was not how you imagined the social season going.

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[sheadre]

Phantom of the Opera Chapter Three

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.

Word count: 1768

Anthony Bridgerton was one infuriating man - you decided when he showed up again at your latest play. He kept visiting the opera each week, always watching you from his family’s box. You had no idea what was in that man’s head, until the next ball. Mrs. Sinclair sent invitations to all members of the ton to celebrate her daughter’s sixteenth birthday.

By the time you and Lady Danbury arrived, most of the guests had already arrived. The house was beautiful, flowers decorated the stairs and the windows, candles lit the rooms. Lady Danbury greeted a few people as she walked with you into the ballroom, her arm entwined with yours. The orchestra sat down to start playing the first song of the night and soon, you found yourself in the arms of a lord, but you did not bother remembering his name. There would be a bunch of them trying to get a dance with you. You were aware how much your title and dowry drew the attention of young lords but it only made you more wary of them. You walked over to Eloise and Penelope when you finally got a break from all the dancing. Grabbing a bottle of champaign, you heaved a sigh.

“It seems men are idiotic everywhere on Earth…” you mumbled into your glass making the girls chuckle.

“That is a known fact, Lady Granville.” Eloise laughed. “Fortunately, I have enough brothers to dance with so I could avoid all the other men.”

“Talking about your brothers, the Viscount seems to like opera.” you noted as you looked around. “When I visited the theatre, I saw him there several times.”

“Not again.” Eloise groaned with a roll of her eyes. “I thought you heard about his reputation. Haven’t you?”

“You mean that he is a rake?”

“No, I mean the rumours around him and Miss Sienna.” she shook her head. “She was the only woman who he fancied for longer than a night.”

Your eyes widened slightly at that revelation. When you first talked to Anthony, you saw the broken heart under his layer of indifference but you never would’ve guessed it was Sienna to break his heart. An uneasy feeling filled your lungs as your eyes found Anthony across the room. When your eyes met, you averted your gaze and went outside quickly, suddenly needing fresh air.

You felt stupid because at that moment, you realized that you were hoping to get to know more about the Viscount before Eloise told you about Sienna. You shouldn’t have let him get closer, Sienna was your colleague, you couldn’t mix these things. The night sky was filled with stars and the chilly wind seemed to clear your head a little as you stood on the balcony. There was only one lady out there, enjoying the quiet. You closed your eyes and let the cold wash over you, hoping that it would clean out your thoughts of the Viscount.

“Lady Granville, if I didn't know better, I would assume you are trying to avoid me.” he spoke next to you, the smile that graced his handsome features could be heard in his voice.

“Lord Bridgerton, sometimes a lady wishes to be left alone.” you replied with a small smile. “But will not be granted such a thing because the race after the dowries has already begun.”

“Well then, you should choose someone who does not need your dowry to keep them afloat.” he shrugged, still not noticing your cold behaviour.

“And who would that be?” you narrowed your eyes. “You, Lord Bridgerton?”

“I could be… after all, I can keep secrets.” he smiled at you but you just grimaced with a huff.

“So now you’re blackmailing me?” you hissed angrily, aware of the lady in the back who seemed to be suddenly quite interested in your conversation. “What a way of courting.”

With that, you left him there dumbfounded. After searching for Lady Danbury, you asked her to go home. By the time Anthony made it through the crowd and out to the entrance, you were already riding in the carriage back home.

Anthony’s PoV.

The Viscount stood outside staring after the carriage with a dumbfounded expression on his face before he grunted angrily and went back inside. He didn’t understand it. She was staring back at him through the plays at the opera, she was amicable until tonight. What had happened? He went over to Eloise and Benedict and grabbed a glass of lemonade. He needed something to cool him down.

“What got you into such a sour mood, brother?” Benedict asked with a chuckle. Anthony glared at him in response.

“Thought I would finally find someone suitable to be my wife. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Did you get rejected?!” Eloise almost cried out but Benedict quickly covered her mouth before she could draw the attention of the ton.

“Was it Lady Granville?” Benedict asked with a smile. Anthony’s silence answered the question. “Well, that woman is quite hard to understand. Don’t worry brother, you are not the only one.”

“I thought everything was going fine and suddenly, she just went all hysteric.” the eldest Bridgerton fumed.

“She was asking about you earlier.” Eloise spoke up with a frown on her face. “She asked about your relation to opera.”

“Wait, what?!” Anthony’s eyes went wide. “What did you tell her?!”

“Just that you were not there because of the opera, but a certain someone.” his sister raised an eyebrow. “By the way, you know you should really stop seeing Sienna now that you are actually looking for a wife.”

“I’m not there for Sienna!” he growled as quietly as possible. Then his eyes widened. He almost revealed her secret. He quickly left the ball, knowing that he shouldn’t linger around in case his sister got curious.

The next morning, Anthony was pacing in his study. He spent all night up, trying to come up with a solution to his problem. He had no idea what made him worry about his relationship with (Name) so badly. Lady Granville was just another woman who could be a potential wife, he could find another just as quickly if he kept looking. Logic would say to let her go but something was pulling him back to her every time he tried to think about anyone else.

Soft knocking interrupted his thoughts, then Daphne entered quietly.

“Daph, what are you doing here?” he looked at her with a surprised expression. His sister was already a married woman with many duties, it was a rare occasion for her to appear in the house.

“I came to visit, can’t I?” she asked, then closed the door and walked further inside. “Mother told me about your infatuation with Lady Granville.”

“I would hardly call it ‘infatuation’, Daphne.” he rolled his eyes. “Lady Granville is one of the many ladies who are qualified to become my wife. Besides, her social status is satisfactory as well.”

“Then why do all the rumours say that during all the balls these last few weeks you only ever danced with her?” Daphne smiled that knowing smile which made him want to crawl up the walls. “Anthony,-”

“She rather infuriates me.” he huffed. “There is no one else who can act as confusing as she can.”

“Anthony, you’re my brother and I know you.” Daphne put a hand on his arm. “You can be quite clueless when it comes to women besides you have quite jubbing words.”

“Then what do you suggest I do, my beloved sister?” Anthony asked impatiently.

“Maybe talking to her wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Then Daphne patted his shoulder and left him alone with his thoughts.

That is how Anthony found himself in front of the opera. He knew the backstage like the back of his hand after how many times Sienna brought him in there. But Sienna was not the one circling in his head as he waved in between the staff members and singers. After the successful play, Anthony quickly made his way to the backstage so he could wait for (Name).

He just passed the corner when someone bumped into him, halting his movements. Anthony looked down to see the masked singer who occupied his mind. (Name) lifted her head, an apology already forming on her lips when she realised who she bumped into. Her eyebrows pulled together at his sight under the mask, he could see it then she quickly sidestepped him and hurried toward the exit.

“(Name)!” he called after her, chasing her small form through the tight corridors until they both reached the exit. He grabbed the handle before she could reach for it, both of them panting. He stared at her, trying to make her look at him but she just kept her gaze on the door, irritation making her jaw clench.

“(Name)-”

“I do not remember giving you permission Lord Bridgerton to use my given name.” she hissed angrily.

“Just listen to me please.” he tried to plead with her.

“Why should I?!” (Name) asked with her eyes narrowed. She finally turned to him but her gaze made him gulp with nervousness.

“I know what you may think, but-”

“You were seeing Siena then when that ended, you were shameless enough to try-, I do not know even what you tried with me!” she almost yelled, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Lord Bridgerton, I suggest you stay away from me.”

“I had no intention of playing any games with you, Lady Granville.” Anthony declared, determined to make her see that he didn’t mean anything bad.

“What about Siena?” she asked then. (Name) stepped back from him then. It was impossible for someone to make him so nervous yet she still managed to do so. Her voice grew so quiet as she pulled off her mask, hurt clear on her beautiful face. “Lord Bridgerton, I work with your former mistress and even if she tries to not show it, she is still heartbroken. What do you think, how might she feel if she ever realised the relation between us? I keep this mask on for a reason. I admire her for her talent and humility for profession. This part of my life is the most important to me, if you keep fooling around, I might be the one to lose everything, not you, Lord Bridgerton. So I ask you to leave me alone and keep your distance.”

Then she brushed past him while putting on her mask and disappeared in the night. Anthony stared in front of himself, processing everything she just said.

To be continued…

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[allthecanadianpolitics]

"A Vancouver police officer was found guilty Monday of assault with a weapon for using a stun gun a Black man who’d been arrested for jaywalking, five years after the assault happened. 

Const. Jarrod Sidhu used a Taser on Jamiel Moore-Williams three times on February 11, 2018, after Moore-Williams had been stopped by police on Granville Street for crossing at a red light. 

Judge Emmet Duncan ruled in Vancouver Provincial Court that the Taser was not “proportionate [or] necessary.” 

“I reject … that Mr. Moore-Williams posed a risk of imminent bodily harm to anyone,” Duncan told the court in his guilty verdict.

Moore-Williams said he had crossed in a hurry to get away from someone who was throwing rocks at him. Police flashed their sirens, then demanded his ID. His interaction with police was filmed, and showed multiple officers kicking and kneeing him. 

Azuka Nduka-Agwu, an organizer with Black Lives Matter Vancouver who ran a GoFundMe to help Moore-Williams with his legal fees, told CTV News that the assault was likely motivated by anti-Black racism. 

“Race definitely played a role in this,” Nduka-Agwu said. “The most recent data shows how much more Black and Indigenous men in particular are criminalized.”

Recently released data from municipal police departments found that, between 2016 and 2021, Black and Indigenous people were disproportionately reported to the police, and had more charges recommended against them. In Vancouver, around one per cent of the population is Black, but about five per cent of charges were brought against Black people."

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[kemetic-dreams]

Granville T. Woods

Biography

(1856–1910)

Known as "African Edison," Granville Woods was an African American inventor who made key contributions to the development of the telephone, streetcar and more.

Who Was Granville T. Woods?

Granville T. Woods, born to free African Americans, held various engineering and industrial jobs before establishing a company to develop electrical apparatus. Known as "African Edison," he registered nearly 60 patents in his lifetime, including a telephone transmitter, a trolley wheel and the multiplex telegraph (over which he defeated a lawsuit by Thomas Edison). 

Early Life

Born in Columbus, Ohio, on April 23, 1856, Woods received little schooling as a young man and, in his early teens, took up a variety of jobs, including as a railroad engineer in a railroad machine shop, as an engineer on a British ship, in a steel mill, and as a railroad worker. From 1876 to 1878, Woods lived in New York City, taking courses in engineering and electricity — a subject that he realized, early on, held the key to the future.

Back in Ohio in the summer of 1878, Woods was employed for eight months by the Springfield, Jackson and Pomeroy Railroad Company to work at the pumping stations and the shifting of cars in the city of Washington Court House, Ohio. He was then employed by the Dayton and Southeastern Railway Company as an engineer for 13 months.

During this period, while traveling between Washington Court House and Dayton, Woods began to form ideas for what would later be credited as his most important invention: the "inductor telegraph." He worked in the area until the spring of 1880 and then moved to Cincinnati.

Early Inventing Career

Living in Cincinnati, Woods eventually set up his own company to develop, manufacture and sell electrical apparatus, and in 1889, he filed his first patent for an improved steam boiler furnace. His later patents were mainly for electrical devices, including his second invention, an improved telephone transmitter.

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[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Apologies if this is way too detailed as I’m aware there’s no consensus on the exact death count for the Terror, but I was wondering if you knew any more details around Greer’s claim that 75% of those executed had actually taken up arms against the republic ? This was very interesting , as it suggests the paranoid rhetoric and bizarre arrests for trivial reasons you get in Paris was very much a local phenomenon and didn’t add up to create that substantial a part of the numbers elsewhere (which is obviously the narrative.) How does Greers actually get the info on them having taken up arms (especially given the kangaroo court nature of the tribunal at times), and if accurate , are these mostly people from the Vendee or the Federalist cities, or where are they from ?

On page 81-82 of his The Incidence of the Terror during the French Revolution Greer writes the following:

Two pages later he writes that the majority of the sedition indictments — logically enough — were passed in areas where uprisings had occured:

As for how exactly Greer obtains the information he gives us, I was struck by the fact that he almost exclusively cites other books as his sources (I could actually not find a single reference to any form of archive). The works cited in the footnotes for the chapter where the above citations originate from are mainly Tableau général des victimes et martyrs de la Révolution en Lyonnais, Forez et Beaujolais by Antonin Portallier, Les 332 victimes de la commission populaire d’Oranfe en 1794 by Simeon Bonnel, Histoire du Tribunal révolutionnaire de Paris and Les répresentants du peuple en mission et la justice révolutionnaire dans les départements by Henri Wallon, La justice révolutionnaire à Paris et dans les départements, août 1792-prairial an III by Ch. Berriat-Saint-Prix, La Terreur dans le Pas-de-Calais et dans le Nord by Auguste Paris and Étude historique sur la commission militaire et révolutionnaire établie à Granville en l’an II de la République by M. E Sarot. I think we would have to turn to these books for an idea of how exactly the numbers were collected, seeing as Greer’s job is much more about summarizing and adding together what other historians have already come up with than is is about doing a total count based on material he’s collected all by himself (which was actually what I thought it was prior to this ask).

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[offender42085]

Post 706

Eric A Campbell, North Carolina inmate 1456382, born 1993, incarceration intake in 2017 at age 24, sentenced to life

Murder, Burglary, Robbery, Arson, Cruelty to Animals

Eric Alexander Campbell, originally of Alvin, Texas, was charged and convicted of the New Year’s Day 2015 deaths of Jerome Faulkner, 73, and his wife, Dora Faulkner, 62.

Authorities said Campbell and his father, Edward Watson Campbell, stormed into the Faulkners’ home, robbed them, set fire to the house and killed them before fleeing in both the couple’s Chevrolet Silverado and a stolen SUV.

After the murders, the Faulkner’s bodies were loaded into their pickup truck which the Campbells drove to West Virginia.

After a shootout with police there the next day – New Year’s 2015 – investigators found the bodies in the truck bed under a mattress.

Edward Campbell killed himself in March 2015 at Raleigh’s Central Prison, where he was being held.

Eric Campbell claimed he didn’t know his father intended to kill the couple. He thought it was just going to be a simple robbery.

Campbell is the first defendant to face a capital punishment trial in Granville County in 25 years.  The Court sentenced him to life.

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[detournementsmineurs]

Robe de campagne "Papillon Jaune" de Christian Dior portée par Lady Marriott Parfums (1951), manteau en ottoman "Ulysse", robe de dîner courte "Emeraude" en velours de soie et ensemble "Flèche d'Or" en lainage tweed quadrillé noir et blanc (1952-54) à l'exposition "Christian Dior, Le Génie d'un Créateur" présentée à la villa "Les Rhumbs", Musée Christian Dior à Granville, août 2023.

#expos #style #RobeVerte #Dior #MuseeChristianDior #CoutancesSaintMalo #Normandie

[1shot-wonder]

One- The Day You Met (Colin POV)

Part one of Colin's POV of "5 Times Colin Birdgerton Fell in Love and One Time He Did Something About It"

Masterlist

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1146

Series Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Summary: Like so many stories, it starts with a ball. And a meddling brother

“Tell me, do you two intend to get married at all this decade, or are you going to wait until mother literally drags you both down the aisle?” Anthony asked as he walked up to his brothers, Kate on his arm. Colin and Benedict rolled their eyes at their brother. 

“You only started courting Edwina because you felt it was your duty.” Benedict reminded his brother. He saw something flicker over his brother’s face, but he was too drunk to think about it.

“And look how well it worked out for him.” Kate piped up. One of her hands rested steadily on her stomach. “It would not kill you to dance, gentleman.”

“Ugh, mother has infected you.” Colin mumbled. 

“It may be the pregnancy, actually. I heard it makes women more romantic.” A voice piped up from behind them. Benedict smiled at the newcomer.

“Lady Granville, how are you?” He greeted her with a kiss on the hand. 

“Quite well, although I find myself without a companion for the moment, as Henry has taken it upon himself to escort our ward.” Lucy gestured casually towards the other side of the room. “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to escort me to the lemonade table?” Benedict smiled and offered his hand, shooting Colin a victorious look as he was led away from their new meddlers. 

“You do not seem the sort to seek an escort to the lemonade.” He observed. “Know that I mean no offense when I say this, but please tell me you are not trying to set me up with your ward.” Lucy laughed. 

“No, I do not think you two are suited for each other.” Lucy admitted. “As a matter of fact, I was hoping you might be willing to send your brother our way.” 

“You are serious?”

“Yes.” Lucy confirmed. “I believe they could be a good match. You may foist all the blame on me if you like.” She offered. Benedict sighed. 

“I owe you and your husband quite a bit for the wake-up call he gave me.” He admitted. “So, I will take my brother’s wrath on your behalf.” Lucy smiled.

“Wonderful. Who knows, maybe he will be thanking you by the end of the night.”

“I doubt it.”

///

“I loathe you.” Colin muttered as Benedict led him around the room.

“I am doing a favor for a friend. There are worse things than being forced into a single dance with a pretty girl.” Benedict insisted. “Besides, Lu- Lady Granville would not have made the suggestion if she did not think you compatible, so I am willing to bet she can at least carry on an interesting conversation.”

“Granville had better have taken a bullet for you.” Colin insisted. But he did adjust his coat and follow his brother to where the Granvilles were standing. 

“Sir Granville, Lucy Granville. You remember my younger brother, Colin.” Benedict nudged the younger forward. Henry cast one knowing look at his wife before bowing. 

“Of course. It is a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bridgerton. If we may introduce you to our ward, Cassidy Dilber.” Miss Dilber stepped forward and curtsied. “Cassidy, these are two of the Bridgertons I was telling you about, my associate Benedict, and his younger brother Colin.” Colin was the one who reached out to take her offered hand. 

“Charmed.” He said quietly. He had to admit, it wasn’t entirely a lie. Cassidy was not quite traditionally beautiful. Her hair was dark, a few shades darker than the famous Bridgerton hair. 

Her face was quite round, her lips fuller than average. The corners of her mouth were lifted in a permanent smile, and it seemed natural. Her skin was clear, but not quite fair. And her eyes…they were almost golden in color. Colin found himself momentarily distracted by them. He was distracted by her entire appearance, really. While not conventional, he found her quite lovely. And when he asked for a spot on her dance card, it was not entirely due to his brother’s presence over his shoulder.

“So, Miss Dilber.” He spoke quietly as they stepped onto the floor for their dance. “I believe I heard you grew up in Kent?”

“Yes.” She confirmed. “I stayed in the family country estate for most of my life. We would visit the city every spring, so I could see the masters, but other than that…”

“My childhood was much the same.” Colin admitted. “Our country seat is called Aubrey Hall. It is one of my favorite places in the world. If nothing else, it is nice to get away from the…let us call it action, of the city.” She laughed quietly. 

“Is it true that you have traveled?��

“You have done your research, haven’t you?” He asked quietly. Miss Dilber glanced away. “It’s alright. Everyone knows. Yes, it is true. I spent a few months farther east on the continent, mostly in Greece.”

“Greece?” Cassidy repeated.

“Oh? Where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.” She smiled dreamily. “I mean, I am a hopeless romantic who dreams of walking the streets of Paris under the moonlight, but other than that I will accept anything.” It was Colin’s turn to laugh. It was nice to laugh at a ball again. “Do you have many siblings?”

“Yes. Seven, in total. I am the third.”

“Seven?” She repeated. “I can’t imagine it. I am an only child.” Colin nodded. He had figured as much, given her circumstances. Suddenly, Miss Dilber was knocked into by another woman on the floor. Colin immediately pulled her closer, groaning internally when he recognized Cressida Cowper.

“I am so sorry! I did not see you there!” Colin sucked in a breath. Cressida had never forgiven him for jilting her in defense of Penelope at the ball two years ago. He doubted she ever would. He ignored her entirely, spinning Miss Dilber back into the dance with ease. 

“Well she seemed…lovely.” The dry tone of her voice, coupled with the red flush of frustration on her cheeks, made him laugh again. Loudly, this time. She jumped a little, then joined in the laughter. Colin was heedless of the eyes on them as he finished the dance off with an extra twirl. He clapped genuinely as they finished the dance, eyes taking in Miss Dilber’s flushed smile. 

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Bridgerton.” She said, “It was lovely.” Colin felt his lips quirk up in a smile. 

“The pleasure was mine, Miss Dilber.” He told her with a bow. “I would like to see you again soon, if I may.”

“Yes. Yes I would like that very much.”“Yes. I won’t bore you with the details, I am quite certain my brothers will automatically develop headaches.” Another giggle. 

“I won’t make you tell me tonight, but I wouldn’t mind hearing about your travels.” She admitted. “I’ve always wanted to travel.”

#bridgerton #oc fanfiction #colin bridgerton x oc #colin bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction

[grandmaster-anne]

Court Circular | 29th November 2022

Kensington Palace

The Duke of Gloucester this morning visited Beis Yaakov Primary School, 373 Edgware Road, London NW9, to mark its Fiftieth Anniversary and was received by Mr. Martin Russell (Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London).

His Royal Highness afterwards visited Queen Elizabeth’s School, Queen’s Road, Barnet, to celebrate its Four Hundred and Fiftieth Anniversary.

The Duke of Gloucester today visited Noah’s Ark Children’s Hospice, Byng Road, Barnet.

His Royal Highness this afternoon opened the Community Hall at St Mary the Virgin Church, Church Hill Road, Barnet.

The Duke of Gloucester subsequently visited Finchley Memorial Hospital, Granville Road, London N12.

His Royal Highness afterwards visited Stephens House and Gardens, 17 East End Road, London N3.

The Duchess of Gloucester, Colonel-in-Chief, Royal Canadian Dental Corps, this afternoon attended a Meeting.

#ooooof #the gloucesters had a pretty busy day #duke of gloucester #duchess of gloucester #gloucesters cc

[readyforevolution]

Granville T. Woods, born on April 23, 1856, was an inventor who made key contributions to the development of a telephone transmitter, a trolley wheel, and the multiplex telegraph of which he defeated a lawsuit by Thomas Edison to appropriate his invention. Often referred to, in many history books, as the “Black Thomas Edison,” with a closer investigation that connotation might be reversed. Born in Columbus, Ohio, Granville T. Woods held various engineering and industrial jobs before establishing a company to develop several electrical apparatuses. Granville registered nearly 60 patents in his lifetime.

In 1878, Woods worked for eight months for the Springfield, Jackson & Pomeroy Railroad Company at the pumping stations and the shifting of cars in the city of Washington Court House, Ohio. He was then employed by the Dayton & Southeastern Railway Company as an engineer for 13 months. During this period, while traveling between Washington Court House and Dayton, Woods began to form ideas for what would later be his most important invention: the "inductor telegraph.” He worked in the area until the spring of 1880, and then moved to Cincinnati.

In Cincinnati, Woods eventually set up his own company to develop, manufacture and sell electrical machinery, and in 1889, he filed his first patent for an improved steam boiler furnace. His later patents were mainly for electrical devices, including his second invention, an improved telephone transmitter. The patent for his device, which combined the telephone and telegraph, was bought by Alexander Graham Bell, and the payment freed Woods to do his own research. One of his most important inventions was the “troller,” a grooved metal wheel that allowed street cars to collect electric power from overhead wires.

By the time of his death, on January 30, 1910, in New York City, #GranvilleTWoods had invented 15 appliances for electric railways, as well as 60 patents—many of which were assigned to the major manufacturers of electrical equipment and are a part of today's daily life though he is seldom credited for them. Little is known of the wealth he created for himself with his inventions, which had to be a tidy sum considering the diamond pendant on his neck tie.

#black history #granville t woods

[margoshansons]

I think Kanthony will have a daughter first. I’m not sure what the show plans to do with Benedict but his second son/heir angst will be prolonged if their first born isn’t Edmund. They have to drag out his story since he’s apparently not the focal point of S3.

I don’t know Charlotte will exist in the show. Their first daughter will be whatever Kate’s mother was called. Maybe it’s a nod to Charlotte like Kate’s was to Katherine or something else entirely.

I will literally sue Shondaland for emotional damages if they do not give us Baby Edmund.

There's no reason for Kate and Anthony to have a daughter first except to give Kate more insecurities and have her suffer more which is pretty obvious she doesn't need.

In fact, I think it adds more to Benedict's story if they have Baby Edmund first and let me explain why. We have never seen Benedict fully embrace his role as a second son. Anthony's dumb ass has made it clear that if anyone were to succeed him as Viscount it would be Benedict, who doesn't seem to want it, until he does.

The arrival of baby Edmund cements his status as a second son. He's no longer Anthony's heir, he's no longer a possible candidate for Viscount Bridgerton, which I think he would both cherish and resent. He cherishes it because now we can finally see him embrace that wild part of society that Mr. Granville promised him (also exploring his sexuality anyone?) but he also resents it because now everyone refers to him as number two or the spare. Baby Edmund's arrival begins Benedict's arc of despising his role as a second son and the way everyone forgets his name or his place in the Bridgerton line up. And without art to distinguish him, he truly feels lost.

The other thing I think would happen if we got Baby Edmund is that Benedict's relationship with Anthony can only get worse. Benedict is someone who has lived his life in the shadow of others. He's been living his life in the shadow of Anthony since their father died (maybe even before that) and now he has to live in the shadow of a literal baby. Anthony, at this point in the show, has not only made Benedict feel inferior, but also an imposter at something he always considered himself talented at. And after everything, the entire ton will have their eye on Benedict as the only Bridgerton sibling that hasn't courted scandal so far.

(Colin with Marina, Anthony with Kate/Edwina, Eloise with Theo, and Daphne with Simon).

So Benedict will already be feeling the pressure without the extra weight of Anthony not having a son.

#Bridgerton

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Granville Sharp spent a lifetime on abolition of slavery and other good causes

by Dan Graves

In 1767, David Lisle, a slave-owner from Barbados, seized an escaped slave named Jonathan Strong in front of London’s mayor and others. Granville Sharp tapped Lisle on the shoulder and said, “I charge you, in the name of the king, with an assault upon the person of Jonathan Strong, and all these are my witnesses!” He led Strong away. (Strong, whom Lisle had badly beaten some months earlier, soon died of the after-effects of the brutality.)

Slave masters claimed they could bring their human “property” into England without losing ownership. Seventy years earlier, judges York and Talbot had ruled that baptized Blacks did not become free. Priests had been baptizing slaves to free them.

Jonathan Strong’s case captured Granville Sharp’s heart. Although not a lawyer, he delved into the law and amassed evidence that slavery was illegal in Britain. York and Talbot had ruled incorrectly. During the next four years Sharp rescued other slaves and brought their cases into court. Although he got them freed, he could not obtain a definitive ruling in favor of all slaves. Finally, in the case of James Somerset, a judge ruled that slavery is illegal in Britain.

Granville Sharp continued to work against slavery the rest of his life and advocated a homeland for free Blacks in Sierra Leone. That venture failed. He also advocated for an end of the slave trade and worked with William Wilberforce and others to abolish slavery in all British territories.

Motivated by the Bible, he joined in founding the British and Foreign Bible Society to spread God’s word as widely as possible for others. He had taught himself Greek and Hebrew and studied Bible prophecy. Through those studies, he became convinced Christ’s coming was near and thought Napoleon was the blasphemous “little horn” of Daniel 7:25. Although he was wrong on that score, he made a useful contribution to biblical interpretation known as Sharp’s Rule.* This is important in showing that several New Testament verses attribute divinity to Christ.

Sharp desired to extend the episcopal form of church government to the United States. Because of the Revolution, American churchmen could not take the required oath to the English king and the Church of England could not legally ordain their bishops. The United States’ first Episcopal Church bishop, Samuel Seabury, actually had to go to Scotland for ordination, but Sharp implored the Archbishop of Canterbury to get impediments removed. Meanwhile, he coached the Americans on English church law. Through his intervention, William White and Samuel Provost were able to receive ordination in England. Two grateful American colleges awarded honorary degrees to Sharp.

Early in 1813, the seventy-eight-year-old man began to weaken and to lose his memory. On this day, 6 July 1813, Granville Sharp died quietly at the home of a sister-in-law. A monument in Westminster Cathedral honors him, especially noting his work for the abolition of slavery and the end of the slave trade.

* “When two personal nouns of the same case are connected by the copulet KAI [Greek ‘and’], if the former has the definite article and the latter has not, they both belong to the same person.”

#Granville Sharp #biography #abolitionist #Christian

[sheadre]

Phantom of the Opera - Chapter Four

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.

Word count: 1378

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A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for reading and the feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed the series so far! As I am occupied with finding a job at the moment, I will be posting less frequently which I'm sorry for. I hope you guys have a nice day!

You sat in silence as Lady Danbury said farewell to the last bachelor who decided to try and court you. None seemed to pique your interest even though they were all nice gentlemen. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Anthony Bridgerton with his brown eyes and handsome smile. You had no idea why you couldn’t stop thinking about him even though your relationship went as far as a few dances.

“(Name), I believe it is time we have a little chat.” Lady Danbury sat down beside you with a serious expression on her wrinkled face. “Ever since the ball at Mrs. Sinclair’s, you seem to be quite unfocused and brooding. The rumours said you were having a conversation with Lord Bridgerton right before you suddenly decided that you were tired. Is there something I should know, darling?”

“Nothing of the scandalous sort of things, I can assure you.” you sighed heavily. “Anthony… found out that I perform at the opera. He kept visiting the opera so often to watch my plays.”

“I don’t think I need to say “I said so”.” she smirked knowingly. “And what are you planning to do now?”

“Lord Bridgerton kept my secret so far but he was playing with me the whole time.” you furrowed your eyebrows. “I only recently found out that Siena was his mistress.”

“The boy is still young when it comes to matters of the heart, my dear. Have you ever thought that he might have had no ill intentions? I don’t think he really thought through things especially with the way he was eying you every chance he got.”

Your eyes widened when you understood what your aunt was insinuating. Could Anthony really be so attracted to you that he completely forgot about Siena? A blush bloomed on your cheeks as you pulled back in your shock that made Lady Danbury laugh hard.

“Oh dear, having paraded through Europe, I would’ve thought you were familiar with courting to some extent.” she shook her head.

“I am only familiar with the type of courting that is about my title and dowry.” you mumbled. “Still, if he was that careless about the situation, he would be similar in the future.”

Later that day you went over to the theatre for the regular practice. You greeted everyone as you made your way through the corridors in the backstage. Reaching the dressing room you and Siena often shared, you knocked softly on the door before entering. In the past you happened to walk in on artists sharing passionate moments together in the dressing rooms so you decided it was best to knock here as well. Siena was already inside, fixing her dress and accessories in front of the mirror. You quietly greeted her and checked yourself in your mirror. To your relief, your mask was still in place.

“Why are you so insistent on wearing that mask even when there is no audience out there?” Siena inquired, curiocity written over her beautiful face.

“I… My family never approved of this career choice I made…” you averted your gaze from the mirror, staring at your dresser. “They asked me to at least avoid people finding out about it.”

“Then why is Anthony an exception from seeing your face, Duchess Granville?” she turned to you fully, her face a cold mask, not revealing her real emotions. You felt like your body froze in that moment, words left your mind. “I was surprised to see him here after all, I ended our affair. I noticed him visiting more often than before but I only realised what was going on when I followed his line of sight from his family’s box to you performing on stage.”

“Are you still in love with him?” you asked, your voice trembling. You turned your head sharply to her as she still stood a good distance from you, her eyes watching you, observing you.

“That never mattered.” she shook her head. “What matters is what you want with this act. Those around your social status are easy to listen to rumours and love scandals, using them to avoid and scrutinise those they already hate for some reason. If your secrets gets revealed, the theatre will again face a scandal and that means less performances and less income.”

“I-”

“Less income to the theatre means we will have to close it because we barely have money to pay for things to function. The area reserved for the audience may look perfect but back here is quite different. If the equipment doesn’t work as it is supposed to, people might get hurt. If you really admire the theatre, you stop this before it gets out of hand.”

With that, Siena left you alone in the room. You knew she was right. You never belonged here even though you tried your hardest and did everything. You were never supposed to be here. You were supposed to play Duchess, please the ton and satisfy your duties as Duchess. Even though your heart was breaking by the thought of giving up your dream, you had to make a choice.

During the practice you kept avoiding Siena’s gaze, your face feeling warm from your embarrassment that lingered under your skin in her presence. Why did Anthony follow you around? Why was he so infuriatingly determined? Why did he have to ruin this for you? The only thing you held close to your heart and admired so much. While walking home you took the long way. You thought the cold air would help you clear your mind but you only got angrier with each passing minute. Suddenly, you bumped into someone making you stumble back but before you could fall, strong hands grabbed your elbows, steadying you.

“Lady Granville.” greeted you, a familiar voice. You looked up to see Benedict Bridgerton. Your anger returned tenfold by the sight of him because he reminded you of his older brother.

“Please excuse me, my lord, I’m in a hurry.” you mumbled and tried to walk past him but Benedict didn’t let you go.

“Lady Granville, my brother might have to do something with that frown if I am right.” he smiled knowingly, making you grunt in response. It only made him laugh at your reaction. “Did something happen that made you so angry?”

“Anthony is infuriatingly insistent and annoyingly determined! So much so that I-” then you shut your mouth quickly before you said too much. It was enough Anthony knew about your secret, his brother didn’t need to know about it.

“Oh, I know, your grace.” he chuckled. “Let me walk you home, you should not walk alone in this part of the city.”

“B-”

“Not unchaperoned of course.” Benedict motioned to the coach sitting on the carriage. You nodded and let him help you into the carriage. To your surprise, Daphne Bridgerton or now Daphne Basset née Bridgerton was sitting inside patiently waiting for her brother. She smiled while greeting you politely.

“It is nice seeing you, your grace.” she said. “Were you out alone?”

“Yes, I visited a friend but it got late after I got a little lost.” you lied easily.

“Why did you not bring a carriage?” Benedict asked. You decided that you hated how in each Bridgerton sibling’s eyes there was a mischievous, knowing glint that told you they knew you were up to no good and lying about it.

“Lately the suitors are getting quite desperate to get my attention. If they would know I am over at my friend’s house, they would surely try to approach me when Lady Danbury or your brother is not there.” you smiled tensely.

“Oh I remember how Anthony almost arranged a marriage for me with Lord Berbrooke. He thought that man was suitable to be a good husband.” Daphne laughed and shook her head. “But sometimes his determination is the fruit of his good intentions.”

“Perhaps…” you said quietly. The carriage stopped then fortunately, relief washed over you. You quickly said your goodbyes and went to your house. Today left so many questions in your head you just wanted to lay down and sleep it off. Maybe when the morning comes, you would know what to do or so you hoped.

To be continued…

Taglist: @magical-spit @theyoungestchild0w0 @esposadomd

#romance #anthony bridgerton #idiots in love #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton x female reader #fluff

[allthecanadianpolitics]

WARNING: This story contains strong and offensive language. Discretion is advised.

A Chilliwack, B.C., man has turned himself in for arrest in Vancouver after a homophobic tirade was caught on video on Granville Street.

Vancouver police said the 34-year-old Chilliwack resident turned himself in to its hate crime unit Thursday morning.

“We are continuing our investigation and we will be recommending charges to Crown Counsel,” said Sgt. Steve Addison.

“This is a hate crime investigation. This is serious and did affect a lot of people.”

The man was arrested in connection with the reported crime and for an unrelated firearms offence, police said.

Charges have not been laid and the man is scheduled to appear in court on March 29. [...]

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#cdnpoli #British Columbia #Chilliwack #homophobia #hate speech #public safety

[thegistoffreedom]

Before there was a Sesame Street or Place, there was, Coney Island and Granville Island! Granville T. Woods Known as the “Black Thomas Edison.” was an engineer who invented and patented an early electric the roller coaster, which he introduced in the summer of 1909 at Coney Island. He developed dozens of innovative mass transit improvements. Edison sued Woods charging that he (Edison) was the first to invent the multiplex telegraph. After a costly court battle, Woods won the case. But even after losing to Woods, Edison remained so impressed with him that he offered the Black genius a partnership in one of his companies Woods was inducted into the Coney Island Hall of Fame, and an adja­cent street was renamed Granville T. Woods Way. https://www.instagram.com/p/CgNYxhYpdaP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[phillyarchives]

Check out "Sports in Courts: Malcolm Poindexter Jr. v. Granville Hamner," written by our very own Archives Specialist, Matthew DiBiase. This blog post describes a 1949 incident between Malcolm Poindexter, Jr. of the Philadelphia Tribune and Philadelphia Phillies infielder Granville “Granny” Hamner.

#baseball #history #nara #sportsincourts #sports