Tag: English Avenue

The neighborhood I live in is called English Avenue. The northern end is a mile and a half from West Midtown, the southern end two and a half miles from the State Capitol and City Hall. Mercedes-Benz Stadium is in our backyard. Yet despite this proximity to Atlanta’s centers of privilege and power, the neighborhood has for too long been a background player in the story of this city.

The BeltLine section that now bends through neighborhoods such as Adair Park, West End, and Westview is making strides to become significantly longer. Exactly which route the Westside Trail might take as it grows toward the 22-mile loop’s eventual top end in Buckhead is becoming clearer, too.

Tony Bartlett, Lincoln Property Company executive vice president, foresees the 19-acre mixed-use project becoming the largest investment in the English Avenue neighborhood in generations, an eventual hub of offices, retail, multifamily homes, and hotel rooms with enough space—2.4 million square feet—to eclipse Ponce City Market.

At a time when progressive politicians and some members of the middle class are questioning whether billionaires, however philanthropic, should even exist—and when the country and globe are on the brink of the largest catastrophe in a century or more­—can Blank give away enough of his wealth to satisfy his own desire for tzedakah—let alone society’s unprecedented need for it?

Race has always been the throughline in every significant discussion about Atlanta, but as the metro area grows ever more diverse, the story is much more than black and white

At some point every journalist comes across a story that deserves more space and attention than the assignment permits. For Camille Pendley, that story was the plight of the residents of Vine City and English Avenue, two of the city’s poorest neighborhoods—which sit across the street from the country’s newest and grandest cathedral to sports, the Mercedes-Benz Stadium.

Currently serving his fourth four-year term on Atlanta City Council, Young took a leave of absence from his District 3 Council duties several weeks ago to undergo a stem-cell transplant to treat multiple myeloma.

“We are giving you one chance to hear our message before we are forced to take action against you,” the letter said, vowing that he wouldn’t be arrested that night. On June 30, 2015, Vincent Stephenson sank into the front pew of the crowded sanctuary and was given a choice: keep dealing and face the full extent of the law, or accept help and leave that world behind.