A FEW YEARS AGO my son played football at Stuyvesant High School in New York City. On orientation night they showed parents a TV news clip of how the team had to travel each day to an East River park for practice.
As the players disembarked from the bus, the camera panned around, catching sight of heroin addicts shooting up and drug dealers casually closing deals on park benches. “We often have a tough time getting out of here,” remarked one player. “Gangs have attacked the bus with rocks.”
Wait, what was happening? Was this the New York we knew? Then I realized what was going on. This news clip had been made about ten years ago, before Rudy Giuliani became mayor of New York. In those days, open drug dealing and mini-riots in public parks were a normal part of life.
Prince of the City is Fred Siegel’s finely detailed, nearly reverent account of how one man — and one man alone — turned around the greatest city in the world and proved that American cities could once again be habitable.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?