Wednesday 9th July 2025
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Why I’m a … Christian

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I am a Christian. I grew up in a Christian family and I guess it is fair to say that I have, more or less, been a Christian pretty much all my life. But that does not mean that my acceptance of the faith was one that came naturally. In fact, quite the contrary. My journey of faith has been a rocky one, one that has been filled with much hesitation and pain. I have constantly questioned the God that I so profess to believe in, and no doubt will continue to do so. I have doubted Him, disowned Him and even downright rejected Him. But here I stand as a Christian nonetheless. I believe in God, and I believe in the Bible.

Before I get potentially bashed for my statement of faith, I would like to first make a few disclaimers. This article is by no means intended to be the stereotypical testimony of how a prodigal son rediscovered God in the midst of debauchery. My story on how I came to find and accept God, though eventful, is honestly quite plain and probably not worth a read. This article also is not intended, nor is it qualified, to be a robust defence of the Christian faith. Many before me, all of whom are eminently knowledgeable and needless to say, more well-informed on God than I am, have provided what I consider apt justifications and rationalisations of Christianity. Should you wish to read something along the lines of such, I suggest that you turn to the very enlightening writings of individuals such as Ravi Zacharias, John Piper and Oxford’s very own John Lennox.

I do not intend to engage myself in the grand ever-going debate on whether God exists. But rather, this article, quite simply, is the reflections and ramblings of a young Christian on what it means to be who he is, his continual wavering, or for want of a better word, his continual battle between acceptance and doubt, and ultimately how his faith shaped and will continue to shape his life.

It is admittedly very difficult to be a Christian, mainly because most of what the Bible preaches is so seemingly out of place with contemporary societal standards, or more specifically how we, as university students and young adults, typically go about in out daily lives. We’re supposed to observe the Sabbath (which is, in a secular term, Sunday) and rest? God, that’s impossible. I have two essays due the next day, and I can hardly afford spend my day meditating and praying. We’re not supposed to get drunk? Jesus, come on, then what’s the point having a night out at Park End? Men are not supposed to have long hair? Christ, come on, I just want to look good.

Being a Christian, at times, means alienation from the mainstream, or in milder terms, a withdrawal from what most people are doing. It seems that being a Christian often equates to being at odds with the rest of the world. The Bible acknowledges this by telling me that I ought “not [to] be conformed to this world” (Romans 12:2), and consequently, “the world hates you” (John 15:19).

But what inherently is wrong with the world? Is there necessarily a dichotomy between being a Christian, and being a perfectly normal and ordinary member of society and of this world? The whole notion of being “set apart” from the world seems almost condescending.

As a Christian, I am expected by the big guy up above to be different. It is by no means easy. In fact, it never was meant to be easy. Having the Bible tell you that if you choose to follow the Lord, you shall be “persecuted” (2 Timothy 3:12), is surely not an assuring thing to hear and accept. So am I supposed to just acquiesce to a life expectedly abundant with hardship? Am I supposed to just suck it and see, in return for some unseen divine reward?

Usually when I find myself asking these questions, which is most of the time, I turn to the powerful writings of Paul, a titan of a Christian, whose literary prowess, even from a secular point of view, is undubitable. As Paul puts it very aptly, I believe that notwithstanding it being difficult to abide my faith, all things work together for good (Romans 8:28). Though outwardly I am indeed having a difficult time, or as Paul puts it – “wasting away”, yet inwardly I am being renewed day by day.

One of the many reasons why I am and still remain a Christian is that the divine promise that it will definitely and surely work out towards the end is a very reassuring and comforting thought. I am constantly encouraged by the fact that I, however little I might think of myself, am actually a priceless gem, so to speak, in the eyes of someone much higher than us. He tells me, “You feel worthless? Don’t be. Just look at my hands, and look at my side. You are worth my life”.

I apologize if my article leads nowhere, as upon rereading it, I do realise that it is neither a justification for the faith itself, nor is it a compelling personal story of my journey of faith. I do not wish to gloss over some of the very powerful arguments put against Christianity, but that being said, I would like to conclude by saying this:

You are most certainly entitled to disagree with my faith. You might think that my faith is for the weak, for those who lack reassurance and stability, and for those who are unloved and isolated. However, I urge you not to categorically reject everything “Christian”. Heck yes, I admit that I am, indeed, weak, insecure in life and even clinically depressed. But that does not mean I turned to Christianity as some sort of “last resort” to “feel good”. If you are unconvinced with what you see of Christianity, fair enough – for such a conscious rejection ought to be respected. However, the same respect should be also levelled towards those who consciously and mindfully accept it. Approach Christianity with an open mind, reflect upon it, question it, challenge it even. I did that, made some very important decisions, and now I am and will continue to be a practising Christian.

Hollywood: Beyond the Pale?

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The film industry has a problem with representation. #OscarsSoWhite brought to the fore the disgusting reality of white domination in Hollywood. However, the problem affects not only awards, but also films themselves. Stonewall attracted opprobrium for whitewashing – the choice of a white male protagonist, Danny, is a classic example of a film being made more accessible to white society.

Then there is the problem of typecasting. Whilst white, straight cisgender actors are given room to explore, and are applauded for, “challenging” depictions of minority groups (think Redmayne), people of colour and minorities regularly find themselves typecast – often into stereotypical, one-dimensional roles. I hope my readers agree when I say this must stop. It is a simulacrum of white power.

The idea that a role or award should go to the most talented actor who applies for it appeals to our most liberal pretensions. It rests on the false equation that ‘meritocracy’ equals fairness. Anyone one has studied societies past or present will tell you that meritocracies never equate to equal opportunity. ‘Talent’, in any field, acting included, is never natural. Successful actors need to have been to the right schools, have the right friends, and know the right people. On top of this they often need a fair amount of Daddy’s capital invested to keep them going in an expensive city, without a regular source of income, while they try to make it. Just talent? I think not. Want to know why the film industry isn’t diverse? This is why.

Beware of anything with the word ‘natural’ preceding it. ‘Natural talent’ is a myth with a malodorous whiff of geneticism about it. Talent is created, not immaculately conceived. Creating a talent in the 21st century is expensive. Lots can and should be done to make the acting world more diverse, but these things are ultimately sticking plasters.

The root cause of this issue is economic. Whites control the means of production. Whites put the money in. Whites call the shots. Hollywood is perhaps one of the most culturally significant achievements of the American nation. This is not saying much. America was, after all, a state built upon the twin pillars of slavery and genocide. What else should one expect of it? Sure if we could reform Hollywood as a cultural institution that’d be great. But wouldn’t it be more rewarding to reject it altogether?

Cinema’s Resurrection?

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Despite being my first all-night movie marathon, I never felt unsure of what to expect. I anticipated a charming vibe of artistic souls, aesthetically matching the quaint velvet seats of the Prince Charles Cinema (PCC). I imagined a microcosmic encapsulation of my superficial romanticisation of Soho. But I must admit my attendance was partially to rebel against my own revision timetable. On arrival, I was as excited for the immersive experience ahead as much as the spectacle on the screen.

But to my surprise, the atmosphere actually sparked a nostalgic resonance of pre-teen sleepovers; where friends gather in determined solidarity to watch films all night. In scenes reminiscent of 11 year old slumber parties, the PCC’s Wes Anderson all-night marathon constructed the very same enchantment over its audience.

Cinema has been referred to as ‘dead’ for years. Pockets of resistance like these, reasserting the importance of the space of the cinema, are timely and necessary. Cinema has been reduced to a mere social arena, losing its power as a form of cultural expression. Its capacity to micrify the audience, offering them escapism in the film has been undermined with the growth of home cinema and the Netflix/Piratebay ethos. Films have become associated with the background of the every day, reducing cinema-going to a passive pastime – no longer an experience in itself.

Cinema’s survival rests on something innovative and captivating to spark its rejuvenation. The Wes Anderson all-nighter expresses all the crucial elements to achieve this. As movies have become more accessible, a symptomatic shift has occurred in our cinema-going habits. We now only fork out for something we truly consider ‘worthy’ of the big screen.

Yet paradoxically, we invest large blocks of time indulging in the cultural habit of the ‘Netflix binge’, gorging ourselves on seemingly unending TV series’. They feed our contemporary obsession for ‘going all out’ when we do devilishly decide to be unproductive. I suspect this trend is all built on a foundation of procrastination.

The ‘All-Night Marathon’ is part of a much wider alternative screening movement, reasserting the power of the cinema as a space. The likes of open-air cinemas, and screenings resembling immersive theatre, all share a desire to make cinema thrilling again. Perhaps it was just the sugary style of Wes’ films, but for me this novel, all-night experience seemed to echo the wonder felt cinema’s inception in the early 20th century. To survive this era of passive viewing and binge-watch culture, cinema needs to embrace more eclectic content and more radical screening experiences to regain its cultural importance.

Racial equality in the queer community

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Out, Attitude and Advocate are three of the biggest magazines aimed at gay men. Over the past five years they have each had so few cover models who are not white that straight, cisgender men have outnumbered people of colour by nearly five times, as the pop culture website Fusion reported.

The gay community is not some sort of progressive paradise, and queer people of colour are widely erased and treated poorly. The horrible and paradoxical message LGBTQ media largely sends out is that queer people of colour do not exist, and that even when we do exist, we don’t matter. It’s worth noting here the extent to which LGBTQ people from black and minority ethnic backgrounds have one of the highest rates of depression, suicide and self-harm of any demographic.

Oxford’s gay scene is not miraculously better: if you talk to queer students of colour, you quickly rack up stories about feeling unwelcome and othered in queer spaces. The LGBTQ Society’s weekly drinks is one of the whitest spaces in Oxford, and I’m sorry to say that. I’ve been lucky in Oxford and I’m normally pretty comfortable in being a different ethnicity to the norm, but those drinks made me look at my skin colour and feel truly unwelcome.

Gay men – and I suspect not just men – have internalised and promulgate racism as much as any other group does. Telling me that I’m your friend’s ‘type’ because I’m brown, however you phrase that or joke about how problematic it is, is flat out unacceptable. As much as I welcome the break from being seen through the all too common (trust me) lens of ‘desexualised South Asian man’, objectifying someone via the skin colour that marginalises them in our society is unquestionably harmful on a wider level and, to be frank, personally.

The current president of the LGBTQ Soc is a woman of colour, and it’s great that she and anyone else finds that space to be theirs or manages to make it theirs. What’s not great is that her feeling of belonging is limited to such a small number of individual people of colour, and only the boldest and most outgoing ones. She admits that “not enough” has been done but hopes to move forwards productively over the coming year, and I, for one, have great confidence in her.

Being queer and happening not to be white runs not only against mainstream cultural expectations, but also against the supposedly rebellious and accepting gay scene. There’s a reason early queer liberationists picked the rainbow flag, but the LGBTQ scene in Oxford right now is a little less colourful.

The human consequences of our border laws

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As the Brexit debate waffles on and European governments show increasing panic and confusion over how to react to the sheer scale of human movement towards the continent, it’s worth asking what a ‘border’ actually is. What is their physical presence, since there are no red lines in the dirt or floating out at sea? What does ‘strengthening’ one actually involve, given they aren’t some impenetrable force field? Borders are political entities, and one of places this is most apparent is at Campsfield House Immigration Removal Centre in Kidlington; a place where various types of migrant are detained pending deportation or decisions on their case, often indefinitely.

On and off for the past few years I have visited people inside. Here is a collection of some of my experiences.

Campsfield House is a long way out of town. Unlike the prison in my hometown, a big castle-like building ten minutes’ walk from the station, detention centres tend to be tucked away, easy to overlook or forget. Immigrants are essentially stored away from the public eye, hidden along with the practices the state uses to protect our borders from people who have already crossed them. On the last Saturday of every month since it opened in 1993, the Campaign to Close Campsfield has held a demonstration outside the centre. A group of us have got a dedicated phone, and painted the number on a bedsheet. We stretch this out between a lamppost and a chain-link fence using washing line and bungee cords, so it is visible from the front windows, and shout the number through a megaphone, asking people to call and offering visits.

Firstly, the ways these men (it’s an all-male centre) arrived in Britain, and then the detention system, does not always neatly fit the conventional categories within which many place migrants. I have met international students who took the opportunity to study abroad to escape trouble in their home country. One attended a ‘scam’ college, one of the ‘visa factories’ the government occasionally cracks down on, which threatened to cancel his visa if he didn’t pay £ 200 for a textbook. I have met a man whose spousal visa expired when his marriage to a British woman fell apart. Another man’s immigration status (“I’m not going to lie, I got here illegally”) came to the attention of the authorities when a business rival reported him for a fictitious terror plot. One detainee, with a distinctive Brummie accent, didn’t even know he wasn’t a British citizen until he started to get in trouble. Another, who I talked to on the bus back after he’d just been released, felt a weird nostalgia driving through north Oxford, as he’d been here for his Master’s. I have met a man who made enemies back home by working as an interpreter for British and American forces, and one who fled smugglers after reporting them for supplying a group widely recognised as a terrorist organisation. Another promptly and correctly filled in all his visa renewal forms, but only found out his solicitor had forgotten to post a letter when men arrived at his door to arrest him.

Secondly, life in detention takes a toll. Of a pair of friends I visited, one chattered anxiously all through the visits, while the other, who had spent his first few days just lying on the floor, became increasingly silent, at one point too anxious to attend the visit at all. He eventually took advantage of the ‘voluntary return’ programme, hoping the danger to his life back home had blown over. Another spoke in dull monotone, having been prescribed a higher dose of antidepressants than anyone I’ve ever met. One was essentially having a midlife crisis in there. A large proportion of detainees, almost all, suffer from mental health issues. Sometimes this originates before they reached the UK (‘Rule 35’, prohibiting detention of victims of torture, is routinely ignored or sidestepped); sometimes it is brought on or compounded by the indefinite nature of detention.

A detainee’s stay in Campsfield is often short, disrupting relationships. Since it’s one of the UK’s nicest detention centres, relatively speaking, and detention centres essentially function as an archipelago, people are moved there for good behaviour, often shortly before being bailed. Others will be transferred again to another centre or ‘removed’ (distinct from deportation) within a few weeks of arrival. Detainees may spend many months (two-and-a-half years for one man I met) moving between centres, but only spend a fraction of that time in Campsfield.

A former detainee who had been in a Category D (open) prison before was shocked by the level of security (you have to go through six locked doors or gates to reach the visiting area). Campsfield is run for profit by a PFI company, Mitie, which runs other centres, as well as outsourced cleaning services. Detainees can work in the centre, contributing to its upkeep, running the library, computer room, kitchen, and so on. This gives them something to do and earns them the princely sum of £1 an hour, which can be used along with any savings they might have to buy phone credit or other luxuries.

Meals are close together, and one detainee explained that after one you are usually still full by the next, and so end up eating less. One detainee carefully explained to me the differences between what you were actually given and the menus Mitie show the Home Office in official budgets and reports. Between dinner and breakfast, however, there are over thirteen hours, and detainees cannot take food, even a yoghurt, back to their rooms for later. The (detainee-run) tuck shop charges full retail price.

What do detainees want? All of them want out, obviously. Some want little else, and one of the most dispiriting parts of what we do is telling them we’re just students, not lawyers, and can’t really help their case, but thank you for calling us anyway. A lot, however, are startlingly grateful for visits, for the demo, for the solidarity, for the fact anyone even knows and cares that they exist. One started the phone call, joining in on our chant, by just shouting “freedom!” A couple suggest telling the papers about this place, and explaining the general sense of routineness and indifference around immigration detention is hard. This, after all, is hardly the first article in Cherwell about the place.

Yelling “freedom now!” back and forth across the fence is a simple, effective and honest demand, but it is not the only one. As well as unlocked doors and legal rights, detainees want recognition of their moral right to justice. The fight against immigration detention – and we unequivocally oppose all immigration detention – is not just about freedom, but also dignity and recognition of mutual humanity.

Oxford University shows solidarity with Orlando victims

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A vigil in solidarity with the victims of the shooting at a gay club in Orlando will be held outside the Radcliffe Camera on Wednesday, whilst a number of colleges fly rainbow flags after the massacre.

OUSU’s LGBTQ Campaign have organised a vigil at 8.30pm in order “to remember the lives of victims” and to “mourn the violence that seeks to destroy our community”.

49 people were killed at Pulse nightclub in an act of terrorism in the early hours of Sunday morning.

The gunman, Omar Mateen, pledged his alliance to ISIS during the shootout.

There will be trained peer supporters at the vigil, followed by a welfare event where LGBTQ people will have a chance to discuss the attack in a safe space.

OUSU’s LQBTQ officer Catherine Kelly told Cherwell, “We’re holding a vigil on evening at 8:30pm outside the Radcliffe Camera because we felt it was important to honour and remember the victims of the attack in Orlando, most of whom were queer people of colour. We also want to give the LGBTQ+ community in Oxford a space to grieve- it has been incredibly hard for all of us to watch violence destroy the spaces we build. We will pass out candles, and read out the names of the victims. Everyone is welcome to attend the vigil, but we’re asking people to respect the welfare event in Wadham as an LGBTQ-only space.”

The event description also specifies that “there is no space at this vigil for Islamophobia or racism” and “we will stand together and support one another as we have always done in times of crisis”.

A number of colleges have decided to fly their rainbow flags in solidarity with the victims including Balliol, Somerville and Hertford. Christ Church and Pembroke have also both chosen to fly their flags at half-mast.

Ele Saltmarsh, LGBTQ Officer at Balliol, told Cherwell, “After news of the attack came, I was trapped in that little bubble of anger, and fear, and sadness, trading revision time for tears. The silent cry started somewhere else, and our people took it up, turning their sorrow into solidarity. By the time I looked at what was happening outside of my little world, there were people everywhere; organising vigils, singing on Cornmarket, raising a flag.”

“Each of us individually has been affected, and the community was left reeling in the wake of such a violent, repulsive blow. But it’s come back, stronger and full of love, looking out for each and every one of us. There’s been no space left for Islamophobia, for homophobia, for hate.”

“All I can tell you about the decision to fly the rainbow flag at Balliol was that it wasn’t much of a decision, more an unanimous agreement to let the world know that we were here, still full of love.”

Chloe Funnell, LGBTQ rep at Somerville, commented, “I decided to fly the flag because, firstly, at Somerville we have a large and diverse LGBTQ+ community, and I know it has affected some of us. Secondly, I think it’s important that the LGBTQ+ community, as well as allies, show their solidarity and respect after events like these. In doing so, we can demonstrate to others that we, as a community, will not be silent in the face of such hateful behaviour.”

In addition to these displays of solidarity, students united against anti-homosexual preachers who were speaking about the attacks on Cornmarket Street on Monday.

Approximately 100 counter-protesters gradually gathered around the preachers.

Draped in rainbow flags, they sung and held up banners that read “Love is Love” and “Love conquers hate”.

Jack Schofield, a second year at Christchurch, said, “Yesterday I heard that US ‘Christian’ hate preachers had chosen the aftermath of this attack to speak out about ‘morals’ and ‘sin’ in our city centre, I thought it only right to go and join the crowd that had already gathered in countering their message, and I’m sure the vigil organised for tomorrow evening will be very poignant and moving as our university and city show our solidarity with those affected.”

“The news from Orlando was absolutely devastating and my heart goes out to the LGBTQ community of Orlando, their families, friends and the city as they try to heal, as well as for Muslims, who are likely to face a backlash for this tragedy. The attack, the largest killing of gay people in the West since the Holocaust, reminds all LGBTQ of the challenges we still face and the prejudice, which remains so pervasive and must be called out.”

Review: Mustang – confronts the sexualisation of innocence

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FOUR STARS

Mustang is the story of five sisters; orphans, living with their grandmother and uncle in a large house ‘1,000 miles from Istanbul’. The film begins with the idyllic, wide, blue ocean, filled with the innocent flirtations of schoolchildren, but the viewer’s security is shattered almost immediately when they return home and are beaten in order of age by their grandmother. Sexual curiosity is sin and the girls are quickly imprisoned in what the youngest, Lale, dubs a ‘wife factory.’

The film is undeniably political – daringly so for a directorial debut. Deniz Gamze Ergüven is unapologetic about her desire to address the perceived problems surrounding womanhood in modern day rural Turkey. However, impressively, this doesn’t leave the film lacking in humour and warmth. The viewer cannot help but laugh at Selma’s unashamedly sullen and apathetic face, as she is bargained into a marriage she could not care less about, and Lale’s stuffing of her sister’s fluorescent pink bra is unavoidably charming, as well as funny.

It’s difficult not to compare the girl gang mentality evoked by the five sisters to Sofia Coppola’s The Virgin Suicides (2000). The girls in both films share a sense of innocence that becomes demonised by their elders, who constantly sexualise them, as well as attempting to block them off from popular culture.

Ergüven’s camerawork is testament to her statement that “women are perceived through a filter of sexualisation.” The girls’ bodies are neither sidestepped nor sexualised, but confronted with honesty. The girls are given the agency to decide how they want to be perceived – Lale decides that the baggy, brown dresses they are forced to wear by their grandmother are “the colour of shit,” but that doesn’t stop Sonya ripping in side splits. Lale climbs onto the roof and the camera films from the below – surprisingly, this doesn’t feel voyeuristic or uncomfortable. The girl’s tactile relationships to each other neutralises their bodies, in opposition to their uncle’s insistence on virginity tests.

The film is mercifully un-graphic, despite its confrontational nature. All of the most upsetting scenes take place away from the eyes of the camera. The plot line surrounding the girls’ uncle Erol is uncomfortable, but handled with grace and subtlety. We hear the bang of a gun, but none of the gory aftermath. The only criticism that could be made of the film is of Lale’s voice-over, which is often unnecessary and painfully literal, simply recounting to the viewer exactly what they can see in front of them. However, it’s not hard to see why Mustang was nominated for a Golden Globe. Ergüven has created a beautiful, provocative and playful piece of cinema.

Review: Love and Friendship – both modernised and faithful

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FOUR STARS

Austen drips from this adaptation like sarcasm drips from Austen – and for the same reasons. Director Whit Stillman’s adaptation of Lady Susan (confusingly named Love and Friendship, despite being unrelated to Austen’s Love and Friendship) is bitingly witty, brutally cynical and crisply structured. Everything Austen is, but also everything the adaptations of the last few decades are not. Stillman’s loathing of Austen adaptations is palpable – probably why he chose to adapt

Lady Susan, perhaps the iciest of Austen’s works. Some critics have doubted whether the presentation is accurate, and I confess to have considered it a caricature on first watch. But a quick read of the book shocks and appals just as much as Stillman’s cinematic adaptation. Lady Susan (Beckinsale) is a “diabolical genius” that whisks her way through 18th century life in a destructive manner. She exposes and exploits the awful sensibilities of aristocratic life, manipulating the clueless men around her. The film is anything but subtle, and Susan is probably far more pointed than anything Austen ever intended, but the caricature works.

Stillman never strays from the essence of the novel. The stilted, superfluous and artificial way in which people interact is always under scrutiny. The exploited must take visible care over their words, hinting at the chasm that separates what people say and what they desire to say.

Many of the performances tear at the seams between word and thought. They make it tragically obvious how convention-induced insincerity is the source of so much woe. Bennet’s Sir James Martin is hilarious, but begs for genuine sympathy. His failure to understand the game of conversation, contrasted in a somewhat unsubtle way with Susan’s triumph, is so unjustly punished that one can’t help but cry as well as laugh. Stillman laments insincerity, a serious message he manages to bleed through the comedy.

Van Oosterhout’s cinematography deserves mention. The period drama trap of unexciting, long and laboured shots is ditched for something Wes Anderson-esque. Particular attention is paid to the snappy back and forth of conversational gaming – the audience is encouraged to see the characters’ scheming as farcical and ridiculous.

The film opens with a portrait introduction of each character, accompanied with a tagline, an admission that the cast are basically just sitcom material. Such use of on screen text is continued, but sparse enough to stay interesting.

Stillman’s adaptation is certainly worth a watch. Both modernised and faithful, hilarious and serious, it captures the full breadth of Austen’s power in a way we see all too rarely.

Interview: Nigel Warburton, best-selling philosopher

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Nigel Warburton, best-selling British populariser of philosophy, gave an unexpected answer when asked which famous philosopher he would most like to sit with on a 10- hour plane flight. “I wouldn’t mind sitting next to Diogenes; he has some great jokes. He might be a bit unpleasant to sit next to: as far as we know he was prone to defecate and masturbate in public. That aside, he was one of the funniest philosophers in history, and there aren’t that many jokes in philosophy.”

Sat in Blackwell’s, home of Nigel’s monthly Philosophy in the Bookshop interviews, Nigel goes on to reflect that this apparent humour deficiency has not hindered philosophy’s popularisation over the last few decades. “It’s actually been quite effective recently. In about 1988 I had a book commissioned called Philosophy: The Basics, and went to bookshops to find what was available as an introductory book, and basically it was just Bertrand Russell’s Problems of Philosophy, published in 1912, and a really good book called Philosophy Made Simple, but there was nothing else.”

“Now, if you go into almost any bookshop, there’ll be books on a table with introductions to philosophy generally or a wacky take on philosophy, or biographies about particular historical figures. Some are terrible, but some are really good. It hasn’t had that huge flourishing biology had in the wake of The Selfish Gene, a major achievement in popularising very difficult thinking, but I don’t think we’ve had a particularly bad time. The internet has also been fantastic for philosophy and it’s flourishing online: philosophers are communicating through Twitter, Facebook, the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy and through blogs and podcasts, including some wonderful comedians of philosophy.”

In light of this flowering, is there perhaps room for an iconic television philosopher? “In my youth there were several: first of all Brian Magee, who in my view has not been surpassed in terms of his series he made where he interviewed philosophers, now Michael Sandel. On the other hand, it’s really difficult to persuade a TV producer to go with the philosophy rather than some kind of visual accompaniment. We can’t just talk about philosophy, it has to be a quiz show or a biography, we can’t actually go with Nietzsche’s ideas, we have to go where he lived, go up a mountain, we have to get sidetracked by the visuals. I was phoned up because someone wanted me to do drunk philosophy, where everyone had to have a drink before they went on the show, which was crazy. Philosophy is a very verbal subject and television is a very visual medium, and if you start putting interesting pictures, you lose the actual content very very quickly, so it may not be a very good medium for philosophy: audio may be far better for philosophy.”

What Nigel does think is missing are opportunities to debate philosophy in the flesh, engaging in the ancient tradition of dialectics. “There are plenty of opportunities to find discussion of philosophy, plenty of books, podcasts and magazines, but there is something special about face-to-face philosophy, a situation where you can ask questions and have a dialogue. Opportunities for that are few and far between, especially for non-students. I’m really delighted I’ve been able to have a number of conversations in this Philosophy in the Bookshop series I’ve been doing in Blackwell’s, which is free and open for everyone. We have Roger Scruton and Cecile Fabre coming, all really interesting people. You get a glimpse of how they think, and then there’s the possibility of interaction with the audience. That, I think, is the missing element in the popularisation: finding ways to meet and discuss face-to-face.”

Asked whether the demographic interested in philosophy is changing with the times, Nigel pauses for thought. “I don’t know, it’s interesting. There’s certainly a lot of interest worldwide: the podcast Philosophy Bites has had over 28 million downloads, and has had episodes in the top ten of American iTunes, ahead of very famous podcasts. Whether it’s new or not I don’t know, maybe there are different ways of satisfying and measuring people’s interests. Michael Sandel fills football stadia in Korea, that’s quite remarkable. I wrote a book, A Little History of Philosophy, and the Turkish translation is in its 14th imprint. Internationally, I suppose, there are unexpected pockets of interest.”

Nigel also points out that the content of popular philosophy is diversifying at pace, but philosophy departments are often struggling to keep up. “What we’ve been talking about the last few months is a lot of interest in Chinese philosophy, and why it is not taught very much in American Universities; there have been a lot of articles online about Chinese philosophers, arguing that they merit inclusion in a Western syllabus. Philosophy is also starting to address its sexist past, and there is also more women’s philosophy coming through, as well as interest in finding lost female philosophers of the past. What I don’t see is philosophy departments seriously addressing diversity and the lack of representation, and many people would say that be shouldn’t, we should just employ the best philosopher, it’s just that the best philosopher always seems to look and sound a bit like the person who’s already in the job.”

Each month, Nigel Warburton interviews a fellow philosopher at Blackwell’s in a series of events entitled ‘Philosophy in the Bookshop’

Brexit: an academic nightmare

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Saints dominated early medieval Europe. They had the power to heal the sick and punish the sinful. They were judge, doctor and patron all in one. However, our knowledge of this phenomenon is woefully incomplete, something which Oxford professor Bryan Ward-Perkins is trying to change, in collaboration with colleagues from as far away as Warsaw and as a close to home as Reading. Ultimately, he aspires to create an online searchable database of all the obscure European saints that existed before 700 AD, accessible to any member of the public.

Yet, none of this would have been possible without funding to the tune of €2.5 million over five years from the European Research Council. Indeed, this project is just one of the more than 5,000 projects funded by the ERC since 2007. In amongst the grandstanding about sovereignty and the free trade debates, it is easy to forget the impact Brexit would have on academia.

Suffice to say, the EU currently plays a fundamental role in supporting UK universities, providing 16 per cent of its total research funding. Furthermore, the UK gets considerable bang for its buck: whilst it contributes just over 11 per cent to the EU budget, its academics were awarded 15.5 per cent (£5 billion) of the available money from the FP7, the EU’s last seven year research spending programme.

The key question is how to secure funding for future academic research, especially if Britain leaves the EU. Organisations supporting Brexit like UKIP Students are optimistic, arguing that leaving the EU would allow the UK to increase university funding using the money saved from stopping contributions to Brussels. In addition, Brexit campaigners suggest that it would be relatively easy to buy back into EU research programmes through bilateral deals, such as those enjoyed by Switzerland and Norway.

These suggestions have been ridiculed by ‘Scientists for EU’, a group set up to make the scientific case for remaining and supported by notable figures like Martin Rees, the Astronomer Royal. The group’s Programme Director Dr Mike Galsworthy points out that Britain would not have an automatic entitlement to buy back into the EU Science programme, and suggests that there could potentially be substantial difficulties in doing so. He cites the example of Switzerland, which was prevented from competing for 70 per cent of the nearly €80 billion on off er in the EU’s current research programme, Horizon 2020, after it voted to restrict migration from the EU and thus violated the EU principle of free movement.

Moreover, the UK government’s record on science funding is mixed. The Chancellor’s commitment to real terms protection of the Science budget in the 2015 Spending Review was met with comparative sighs of relief from the academic community. They had feared a repeat of 2010, when funding was frozen in cash terms, or worse. In such a context, the idea that a government committed to considerable further public spending cuts would prove the panacea to the academic community’s funding woes is far-fetched.

Of course, the success of academic research depends not only on funding, but also on being stimulated by the right intellectual culture. The UK’s research success suggests that such a culture currently exists in the UK, enabling the country to produce 15.9 per cent of the world’s most highly cited scientific research articles whilst only accounting for 3.2 per cent of its research expenditure.

Many academics see this culture as under threat from Brexit, arguing that it would stop intellectual cross-fertilisation with the rest of Europe. They point out that it would threaten UK participation in programmes like Erasmus, which has enabled more than 200,000 UK students and 20,000 university academics to study at European universities. UK scientists would no longer be able to influence European science policy on the same scale, whilst non-UK students and researchers would be discouraged from working in a UK weakened by funding and cut off from Europe.

It is no wonder, then, that the academic community are anti-Brexit. It could only lead to their intellectual impoverishment.