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A Beginner’s Guide to… I Said Yes

“It’s lovely to be here at Jordan College”. And with that one Philip Pullman-related quip at Exeter College Ball, I was sold on I Said Yes. For my sake, it was a good thing that the band themselves are an excellent outfit.

Rocking an instrumentally diverse lineup which had enough musical variation to elevate their sound above that of their peers, I Said Yes rattled through some crowd-pleasing covers (Taylor Swift, Bruce Springsteen) interspersed amongst their own tracks – tellingly, there was little disparity in quality.

Perusing through their discography, their flurry of 2016 singles as follow ups to their 2013 debut EP is unavoidable, marked in particular by the excellent ‘California’ which served to inject some life into the rather chilly weather of the ball, seasoned with pleasing references to all of American pop culture.

Meanwhile, ‘It Must Be Good’ displays their taste for restrained production and compositional subtlety building up to a rousing final minute, with a quietly impressive lyricism in lines such as “It wasn’t I was trying to be modest / I only thought that speaking was dishonest” and “Silence is the mother of invention / and I haven’t heard a word from you since then”.

In short, I Said Yes, while far from the limelight at this present moment, have the live presence and the pop sensibilities necessary to go far. I’m looking forward to it.

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How to start a fashion label

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Entrepreneur and fashion designer Cecile Reinaud shared her experiences with Oxford girls in the last week of Hilary term as part of the St Edmund Hall celebration of women. Reinaud founded the maternity fashion label Séraphine in 2002 which by now has a £14 million annual turnover and sells on all six continents. Here are the five aspects that turned her startup into a global success story.

1. Experience
Reinaud stresses that while some freshers start businesses that really take off, this is unlikely. Her success is largely due to seven years of experience in the advertising and PR industry. While she encourages young women (and men) to dare to be entrepreneurial, she stresses that it is important to get some experience beforehand.

2. Luck and Hard Work
“Many entrepreneurs will tell you that luck was needed for a successful business”, says Reinaud, but without a lot of hard work these moments of luck cannot happen and be seized appropriately. Séraphine’s luck was that many celebrities fell in love with the label, including Claudia Schiffer, Gwen Stefani, Kate Winslet, Angelina Jolie and most importantly the duchess of Cambridge.

3. Niche
Reinaud founded the label when pregnant colleagues asked her for fashion advice as maternity fashion was a nightmare at the time. She herself had, however, never been pregnant. During her first pregnancy, which followed soon after she founded the company, she designed a number of items that are still bestselling items today. This is, Reinaud explains, because they look great. Her quality check is asking the question: “Would I wear this even if I was not pregnant”. Another reason for the success is that the items are functional. For instance, she invented the jeans with a belly stretch band and a snap closure system for nursing access.

4. Endurance
Like every entrepreneur, Reinaud also faced crises. The first crisis was a personal one, based on the decision to have her first child after just starting the label. While her pregnancy greatly improved the collection, the double stress of having a child and business combined with a post-natal depression were tough. A second problem was the financial crisis. While prices had always been reasonable at Séraphine – “we did not want to be a niche within a niche” – they had to be lowered even further during the crisis. But, luckily, pregnancy is not dependent on the stock exchange, so Séraphine survived.

5. Will to Learn and Collaborate
“How did you acquire the new skills needed for starting this business?” a young woman in the audience wanted to know. Reinaud explained how she knew how to build a brand and brand recognition from her previous job. The designing part had been merely a hobby before. Initially, she employed pattern cutters and tailors on a freelance basis to work with them and learn from them. She emphasises that from the beginning all designs had her signature. Her advice to young entrepreneurs is to be aware of your skills and employ people with complementary skills once you can afford it.

Review: Accidental Death of an Anarchist

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Dario Fo’s Accidental Death of an Anarchist is undoubtedly a hard piece to produce. Set in the complex political turmoil of Italy’s “Years of Lead,” it was written as an intense, though farcical portrayal of police corruption and brutality during the period. Yet with modern adaptations lacking both the introductory and final discussion acts – as well as audiences wholly familiar with the historical background on which the play is based – Fo’s political comedy has proven hard to translate. With that in mind, it is a huge credit to director Helgi Clayton McClure and his cast that this works so well. Led by the lively and thoroughly excellent James Galvin, and with a noteworthy performance from Richard Grumitt, Accidental Death of an Anarchist is able to deliver genuine comedy without losing sight of the serious underlying themes of the original work.

Much of the play’s success is undoubtedly down to Galvin, whose performance as The Maniac captures and holds attention from the very first scene as he switches through various guises – not to mention poorly adhered false moustaches. The rest of the cast feeds off of his seemingly limitless energy, growing more animated as the play goes on. They are helped by a rock star cameo from the director himself, during which he joins the cast for a passionate rendition of the anthem ‘Nostra Patria è il Mondo Intero’ as an anarchist guitarist. Further amusement is provided by the dim-witted quartet of police inspectors and constables headed by the superb Grumitt as the pompous yet incompetent Superintendent, producing a combination of slapstick and foolishness that serves as a foil to the elegant trickery and enigmatic rhetoric of Galvin’s Maniac.

The production was all the more impressive considering full cast rehearsals only began approximately two weeks before opening. Perhaps this showed in a couple of mistimed lines as the stage become more crowded during the latter half of the last act; these, however, were easily forgotten as the play raced to an action-filled climax of pistols, bombs and pink handcuffs to boot!

All in all, this was a truly enjoyable, if totally bizarre rendition of one of the 20th century’s most engaging dramatic pieces. Well worth a watch!

In defence of pop music

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As someone who often uses it, it was only recently that I asked myself why Spotify has a private listening feature. In the age where people share everything from baby pictures to bowel movements online, why are we hiding what we listen to? Like all good, and slightly dubious, psychological self-diagnoses, I must return to my childhood. If you opened my wardrobe a few years ago, you would have been confronted with my clandestine collection of posters of various boybands and X-Factor hopefuls. Like many of those contestants, the posters are now long forgotten and probably gathering dust under my bed – but the notion still stands. I was, and to some extent still am, quite literally a closeted pop music fan.

So here it is: I like pop music. Even as I write this, I can hear the distant disapproving tuts of indie music fans, turning up their gramophones to drown me out with a vintage first pressing of a Smiths vinyl I probably haven’t heard of. But please, hear me out. I am not totally oblivious. I know that every beat and overtly auto-tuned note is engineered for my easy consumption. While those with more refined taste consume the musical equivalent of wholewheat bread, initially hard to swallow but ultimately good for you, I am living on ReadyBrek and puréed carrot, bland and easy to digest.

I understand that the appeal of these songs is that they are made to be appealing and that lyrics like “I really really really really really really like you” are hardly Wordsworth, but unless Taylor Swift has moved on from shaming exes to indoctrinating her fans with subliminal satanic messages, I can’t say I see the issue.

I am a humanities student. I spend the majority of my time thinking so deeply about art that even the word ‘Michaelangelo’ induces a migraine, so why can’t I indulge in a little nothingness? Rihanna’s mindnumbingly empty words are, it seems to me, a fitting break from medieval Italian sonnets.

Maybe my music isn’t enlightening or soul-searching, but if it distracts me from all the world’s travesties and tragedies even for just three minutes and 40 seconds, does that really matter?

On top of this, in pop music’s defence, it only becomes pop(ular) because so many people listen to it. In 50 years’ time I guarantee there will be teenagers with vintage iPods listening to Katy Perry’s back catalogue and wondering why they don’t make music so artistically anymore.

In all honesty, although I would still place One Direction albums face down on the counter in HMV for fear of judgement, I have for the most part come to terms with my music taste. My issue, however, is with those who cannot tolerate my choice.

We are a more accepting society than ever and, for example, if I were to go outside wearing nothing but an old piece of stained carpet I would be considered “edgy,” “so brave” or “like, totally indie.” And yet I still get disparaging comments when I use the Official Top 40 as my revision music, whilst my messenger is clogged up with links to obscure neo-punk bands that will convert me to the indie agenda. Please, go back to your record shops and intimate gigs and let me listen to Beyoncé in peace.

To everyone else, in the words of Oscar Wilde: be yourself – everyone else is already secretly nodding along to that new Pitbull song. Okay, maybe I paraphrased a bit – but you get my point.

Preview: The Weir

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“Tell me a ghost story.” It only takes five small words to set the scene in this rehearsal of ‘The Weir’- a story of small- town Irish friends crowding round in a pub and weaving stories to pass the evening away, telling tales of ghosts that eventually lead to uncomfortable home truths. Indeed, the magic of this play seems to be its brevity, and the simplicity: the whole play takes place in one long pub scene, no props but a bar is needed, and the characters saunter in wearing non-descript, dull clothing. The beautiful lure of the play is in the words, with unsettling stories being told and memories being pulled back out of the dark- indeed, the simplicity of the set only seems to accentuate these exchanges.

The director Chris Page’s decision to place the play on a thrust stage in the Pilch is unusual, but effective- “it’s a great space”, the producer Claudia Graham tells me, “as it involves the audience, bringing them into the bar”. This is when I am told that the play is BYOB- “meaning the audience will be more drunk by the end than the actors”, laughs the Stas Butler (Finbar), as he nurses his (compulsory) second pint of disgusting non-alcoholic beer. The whole play seems to exude an air of relaxation: the naturalistic nature of the plot, with banter and stories being thrown back and forth, makes me feel like I’ve just wandered into a conversation in the JCR bar. There’s even some genuinely funny jokes- something that can’t be said for every ostensibly ‘funny’ play on the student drama scene. And the drink is useful in more ways than one- every time a character slips up on lines, the others point at their pints and nod at each other meaningfully. “It’s like a real pub atmosphere”, Leo Danzak (Jim) says. “I love the banter, the friendliness and community spirit.” And he’s right- even watching one scene I catch a sense of the mix of emotions, the chilling stories mixed with the affable chatter that really seemed to bring the bar to life.

The single scene nature of the play, like one long take in a film, not only gives The Weir a wonderfully naturalistic, approachable air, like you have simply wandered into a pub and bumped into a conversation, but also invests you in the stories. The continuous conversation, the organic growth of the characters, even the almost-flawless Irish accents (the actors mention that they’ve started using Irish idioms in tutorials) gives the play a warm, lived in, familiar feel- as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to join their table and hear listen to their stories. I for one will be opening a bottle of beer and pulling up a chair on the opening night- I recommend you do to.

The Weir is on at The Michael Pilch Studio, 2nd week: 4- 7th May

Profile: Michael Møller

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If the United Nations stopped its operations today,” Michael Møller told me, the repercussions “would be felt by each and every one of us. All seven billion of us.”

Over the course of our conversation, Møller – who is Director-General of the United Nations Office at Geneva – displayed again and again an unimpeachable belief in the mission and purpose of the United Nations (UN), expressing too a faith that it will continue to exist and be an arena for its 193 members to discuss and negotiate.

A faith that almost surprised me, seeming, as it does, all the rarer every day. Just last March, a scathing article by a former assistant secretary general was published in The New York Times, titled ‘I Love the UN, but It Is Failing’. Referring to a ‘sclerotic personnel system’, decisions being driven by ‘political expediency’ and a bloated bureaucracy, the article’s author, Anthony Banbury called the UN ‘a Remington typewriter in a smartphone world.’

Not, of course, that Møller is not critical of the UN, an organisation he described as still reflecting its 70-year-old nature; and hence unfortunately gripped by archaism in its operation. The UN, he said, has become bloated. “If it is to be around in 30 years, hopefully it will be as leaner and more efficient.”

In fact, almost as often as he expressed a belief that the UN served an important purpose as a place for discussion, advice, and cooperation, Møller pointed out that our world today is tremendously different to how it has been in previous decades.

“The structural changes that we’ve seen,” he told me, “the pace of technological development, climate change, migration: because of these things, the United Nations needs new, interactive solutions – new ways of solving problems.

“I see [the UN] growing into a more advisory body, coming to work more closely with these other forces that have cropped up” – referring to civil society and business – “no longer the sole force for tackling these kinds of problems facing the world, as it was when it was created.”

As he spoke, we passed Balliol and Trinity colleges. I interviewed Møller over the course of a long walk, and never did he resist my pace: I noticed occasions on which I sped up but he matched me, in order that I would best be able to capture his point. There was a passion in his discourse, a quiet one perhaps, but nonetheless an emotion one might not have expected from a top UN official – deal, as he must with the bureaucratic obligations of “being the glue that keeps the Office at Geneva” together.

He is also, as he added, assistant Secretary General of Disarmament – although above disarmament, Møller concentrates on climate change as the most pressing issue facing the world today. “Everything else” he told me, “must come as a secondary consideration.” Given the threat climate change poses it seemed to think all else pales in comparison.

And he referred repeatedly to the Paris Agreement, the climate change accords of last year, as a major achievement of the UN – having been the impetus for the talks. “In the last year, we saw the Paris Accords,” he said when I asked about the UN’s recent accomplishments, “which ended up being more of a success than we initially thought possible.” At multiple other points, he raised the Paris talks as evidence, as well it is, of the United Nation’s potential impact even today.

Another trend that I noted as he spoke was an almost visceral dislike of the power and influence larger countries wield over smaller ones, quickly positing on a couple occasions first, that the United Nation’s Security Council – which consists of five permanent members, the United Kingdom, the United States, France, Russia, and China, as well as ten others, chosen by rotation – needed institutional reform, and second, more fundamentally, that it is unfortunate the system allows for some nations to dominate others.

He also described the United Nations’ peacekeeping efforts, which Banbury criticised harshly as well, as being underfunded. He said that without reform there too, it is uncertain the peacekeeping arm of the UN can continue to operate 20, 30 years from now – although he said he thought it would.

Perhaps most of all, Møller thought the UN must harness its powers of interactivity and be vigilant in its mission to modernise and reform, as he claimed it has begun to do under its last ten years of leadership (the current Secretary General, Ban Ki-moon, has served since January 1, 2007). Indeed, Møller seemed to be gripped by the challenge, even relishing it.

And though I consider myself as cynical as the next too-clever-for-his-own-good-and-hence- prematurely-jaded Oxford student, I could not help but find myself starting to give the United Nations a second chance, to recognise that it does, in fact, fill an important place in society.

I found myself doing so as a result of what I considered most admirable about Møller: that even at this point in his career, he sounded as idealistic as ever about the potential of the UN. In other words, he seemed a happy synthesis of maturity in experience on the one hand and a still youthful ambition on the other.

It is my conclusion that Møller is exactly the advocate the United Nations needs if it wishes to remain relevant and serve an important role in coming years. That above all else, the UN needs to show that there still remain those, unlike Banbury, who have been exposed to the bureaucracy of the UN, but not consequently dissuaded – and convince everyone else that idealism in the UN’s democracy is not misplaced.

Competition: Win tickets to Common People 2016

Common People Festival is to take place this coming May Bank holiday weekend (28th and 29th May) on South Park, Oxford.

With Duran Duran and Primal Scream headlining, as well as acts including Katy B, Craig David’s TS5, Public Enemy, Gaz Coombes and Ghostpoet, the festival, curated by Bestival’s Rob da Bank, is not to be missed.

Cherwell are giving one lucky reader the opportunity to win two tickets for the Oxford-based festival. To enter, take to Twitter to answer the following question:

“Who on the line-up for Common People would you most like to see live?”

All tweets must include your answer, and mention @CherwellMusic and @CommonPeopleOx as well as the hashtag #commonpeople

Closing date: Midday Friday 6th May

The winner will be drawn at random and announced on the afternoon of 6th May via the @CherwellMusic account. One entry per person. Get tweeting!

Preview: Accidental Death of an Anarchist

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Down in the bowels of St Hilda’s College, I sat in on an energetic rehearsal of Dario Fo’s brilliant political farce. The play was inspired by the violent political climate of late 1960s Italy – specifically, the case of anarchist railway worker Giuseppe ‘Pino’ Pinelli, who died in police custody, having been arrested in the aftermath of a bombing in Milan. The police claimed his death had been a suicide. An investigating judge declared it an accident.

In an attempt to get to the truth, the play revolves around the figure of the Maniac, a certified madman with an “acting mania,” who wreaks havoc, in various guises, with the blundering officers embroiled in the investigation into the anarchist’s death.

The ensuing action was fast-paced, unpredictable and absurd – often tense, and usually hilarious. Physical humour abounded, as bemused policeman battled with bombs, bourbon biscuits and benedictine tranquilisers. Peter Swallow, as the gormless Constable, was particularly impressive in this regard, and brought to mind Charlie Chaplin with his exaggerated facial expressions and movements.

Alluding to the idea that Fo was “the people’s court jester,” director Helgi Clayton McClure said that he wanted to emphasise the farcical elements of the play, but argued that this was key to bringing out the political satire. He talked knowledgeably of the contrast between the “mechanistic” policemen, influenced by archetypes from the commedia dell’arte tradition, and the dynamic Maniac – portrayed by James Galvin with an expert mixture of wild enthusiasm and cool command.

It is telling that alongside some of the more slapstick moments, particular lines, such as “Scandal is the fertiliser of social democracy,” stood out strongly too. In the trappings of authority, the Maniac subtly undermines the power it wields. He articulates a range of provocative political ideas, such as the idea that political parties attempt to placate a dissatisfied populace by “drowning them in reforms – or promises of reforms” that are sure to engage a contemporary British audience, even if revolution is less of an imminent possibility than it was in 1970s Italy.

A marked departure from St Hilda’s College Drama Society’s recent productions, Accidental Death of an Anarchist promises to be the perfect way to round off your May Day weekend.

Interview: Alister McGrath

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“I was a student at Wadham, and I was drawn there partly because it had reputation for being a really Marxist place in those days. I was a Marxist-atheist in those days as well. Back in the 1960s, that’s what every young person was.”

So Alister McGrath, Professor of Science and Religion at Oxford University, leading Christian apologist, and author of over 30 books including The Dawkins Delusion, described his early days studying Chemistry at Oxford. It was here, he told me, that he made the transition to Christianity. “Coming to Oxford, I suddenly realised the world was bigger than I thought, and it made me do a lot of rethinking. To cut a long story short, I moved away from atheism towards Christianity, basically because Christianity seemed to me to offer a better way of looking at the world. It was a very intellectual conversion.”

As we talked, sat in opposite armchairs in a room above the Harris Manchester College Chapel, McGrath elaborated on how this change was woven with doubts about the principles of his youth. “If you’re locked into an intellectual way of looking at the world, it limits what you see. If you read Arthur Koestler’s works, he talks about his own experience where the world seemed very simple but also very limited, and he came to the view that the world cannot be taken in by any single theory. That was really what I experienced. I still use Marxism – it’s very good at social analysis – but there seemed vast areas of life where it didn’t give good answers.”

“If you want to be cynical”, McGrath smiled wryly, “You could say that what I’ve done is substitute one big picture for another. What I think I realised was I’d stepped into the wrong big picture and it wasn’t big enough.” One important influence on this conclusion was the student community he found in Oxford. “In the Oxford intellectual environment, people talk about things a lot: over lunch, over dinner, in the pubs. I found myself being exposed to ideas I had not thought through before. Oxford is that kind of catalyst.” Another was a revaluation of what science could offer. “I started to read about history and philosophy of science, and though I had thought science gave very simple, crisp, clear answers to questions, looking at the history and philosophy I found science was much more malleable and open-ended than I’d realized.”

This debate over the role of science became one of many that McGrath would grapple with in both academic and apologetic capacity for over 30 years. Asked about the state of Christian apologetics today, he continues in his measured tone. “Apologetic literature needs to be acutely alert to the questions people are asking, to the anxieties they are expressing. It must be constantly asking how the Christian faith can be interpreted and explained to really highlight the way it connect up with these questions. It not about reworking Christianity; it’s much more about trying to say, look, there is this big theme in Christianity which connects very will to this and to this, and hasn’t been explained very well. So apologetics needs to be immersed in the deep structures of Christianity, but exquisitely sensitive to the questions people are asking.”

In a word, what is the biggest question Christianity faces right now? “Relevance. It’s a ‘so what’ question. Lots of Christian apologists are very good at defending the rationality of faith, but so what? You’ve got to show there is existential traction, that it really relates to them.” He frowns slightly, before continuing slowly. “Partly, this is because we live in a post-modern situation, and post-modernity often asks not ‘is this right?’ but ‘does this work’. That’s actually a very important question to ask: what difference does Christianity make to my life?”

In his teenage years, growing up in Northern Ireland, McGrath described how the main difference Christianity seemed to make was dividing society. “I was there in the late 1960s, and it was a time of rising religious tension; what we euphemistically call ‘the Troubles’ kicked off  after I left. To my way of thinking, this illustrated that religion was divisive, a source of violence, and it reinforced my Marxist concerns about religion, that it was something which sedated people and prevented them from asking big questions. Northern Ireland reinforced my sense that atheism was the obvious option for any thinking person.”

Is anything unique, then, about the Oxford environment which set McGrath thinking differently? “Having spent some time as an academic in London, I’ve noticed Oxford is very good at forcing students of different disciplines to talk to each other: the college system creates those cross-discipline friendships and conversations. I think it also helps research, bringing people of different backgrounds together and producing innovation across disciplinary boundaries. Oxford has this capacity to generate ideas, spark people off .”

Satireangst: why even comedians need protection from the powerful

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Germany’s relationship with freedom of expression has long been a problematic one. The Nazi period followed by the GDR impressed the importance of it so deeply into the national conscience that they wrote it into their constitution: “There shall be no censorship.” But of course no state is really without censorship, and the same history has made Germany quick to axe content it thinks touches a political nerve. So it draws a line between freedom of expression and what it calls ‘Schmähkritik,’ which best translates as ‘abusive criticism’. It is this line that German comedian Jan Böhmermann claimed to be illuminating as he read out a poem about Turkish President Recep Erdoğan in which he called the President a viewer of child pornography and accused him of bestiality. The result: Erdoğan is pressing charges against the comedian under paragraph 103 of the German penal code, which pertains to offending foreign heads of state.

Böhmermann’s poem is crass, it’s racist and it’s homophobic. He prefaces it by saying “Now this is what you’re not allowed to do,” so he’s clearly aware of the legal ramifi cations. So why do two-thirds of the German population believe it should be thrown out of court? Simply put, context is key. Böhmermann did not choose Erdoğan at random, previously the Turkish President tried to have another piece of German satire censored, a song that highlighted his oppression of Kurds, Christians, women and journalists. Böhmermann points out with sarcastic naivety that perhaps the Turkish President does not understand the definition of satire, as no such shows are to be found in his country, and gives his poem as an “example” of its limits. It is true, you will not find any satirical programmes poking fun at Erdoğan in Turkey. Any criticism of the President can lead to criminal prosecution, loss of livelihood, or worse. Possibly the pettiest example being the man threatened with time in prison for creating an internet image comparing Erdoğan’s facial expressions to Gollum. Bülent Mumay, a prominent Turkish journalist, was asked whether there was a battle going on in Turkey between the government and journalists. “It’s no battle,” he replied, “it’s a massacre.”

One very distinct memory compels me to defend Böhmermann’s poem against punishment, especially by a megalomaniac like Recep Erdoğan. My father is a comedian, and I remember how we were on holiday when we heard about the attacks on Charlie Hebdo. I recall the floods of emails from artists and performers trying to organise a response. I remember him sitting down to draft a letter for PEN, something along the lines of a declaration of solidarity with comedians everywhere, stating they wouldn’t be intimidated into silence. The large part of me knew this was the right thing to do. The idea that fear might stop my dad from making a joke was grotesque enough to be laughable. At the same time that fear had already rooted itself deep in my brain. I wanted to say please, please don’t put your name on anything, don’t make any jokes about it, just don’t give anyone an excuse to make you a target. Seeing him with a pen was like watching him on a tightrope, but I tucked this part of me away because showing I was afraid would be unfair. Because no matter how shaken I felt, planting the seed of self-censorship in my dad would be a betrayal. The idea that this feeling could be a part of everyday life, the crippling urge to play it safe, to self-censor for fear of the consequences, makes my stomach tighten.

Böhmermann has not been attacked or physically threatened, but he is being intimidated. Erdoğan’s obsession with quashing criticism is spreading beyond Turkey’s borders. His position in the migrant crisis given the EU deal with Turkey (in which Germany played no small part) has given him a taste of leverage in Europe. He must not be allowed to exploit it. It is uncomfortable to defend such a crude example of comedy, but since when has satire been about comfort? Other German artists have come out in solidarity with Böhmermann, stating: “Discussions about and criticism of Jan Böhmermann’s poem belong in the country’s newspapers, not in its courts. Art cannot happen in a climate where artists have to think about whether their creations will lead to criminal charges being brought against them, in which they begin to either censor themselves or be censored. It is the work of art and of satire to always be testing societal boundaries and provoking public discussion.”

They further demand that para. 103 be struck from the German penal code, calling it outdated. Because history has taught us that mocking authority is important; whether it’s a God, a president, or even David Cameron and a dead pig. Because when the jesters start being led to the gallows, that’s when you should be really afraid.