Saturday 26th July 2025
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Feminism, history and Suzannah Lipscomb

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was glad, and unsurprised, to hear that Suzannah Lipscomb is an out-and-out feminist. “I don’t think anyone of sound mind could be otherwise”, she tells me. The plight of feminists has changed significantly in the last twenty years, and it is certainly still needed now. Lipscomb points to the regressive steps that have occurred regarding gender equality – namely the sexualisation and objectification of women’s bodies.

But the academic realm of Oxford was not where she came across sexism. Lipscomb says that here she felt she was in a safe place as a woman, as both under- and post-graduate. Nor is it especially sexist in the higher echelons of the academic world to which she now belongs, it’s a progressive area with positive changes being made regarding gender equality. Yet she was stunned to find that in the working world, after many years of studying at Oxford, she was minimised because she was a woman. A common and unwelcome reaction from people meeting Lipscomb for the first time is to say: “you don’t look like what we’d expect a historian to look like” – an indicator of the inherent sexism of society, the misconception that a historian would be older, perhaps rather plain looking, and probably male.

In a recent article on feminism, Lipscomb commented on “the media adulation of women who have achieved nothing beyond looking good, be they Jordan or Kate Middleton.” Reading this, I was struck – could a historian who writes of past monarchs with such vitality, possibly think that the monarchy today is irrelevant? Confining them within a critique of glossy magazines rather than giving them proper recognition for their pertinence? No, not at all – Lipscomb describes herself as a monarchist (admittedly probably conditioned by the nature of her work and interests). By making the remark that she did, Lipscomb was finding fault not with Kate Middleton, but with the media and its absurd obsession with the appearance of public figures. Yet she admits that “looking good” is a large part of what Kate Middleton’s job is. It is difficult for a royal to make a political statement or opinion without an uproar from the media; theirs are the faces of Britain, but not its voices. And so yes, maybe Kate hasn’t achieved much beyond an impeccable dress sense and taming her mane, but in this day and age it’s actually not for her to be doing much more.

Considering today’s obsession with aesthetics, it’s hardly surprising that TV history is so popular. When I asked whether televised history lacks the depth and quality of written history, Lipscomb emphasised that TV history has a number of benefits that academic books are without. Yes, the average documentary has far fewer words than an academic article, or even a lecture, but what the production team do with the visuals is invaluable. Places, objects, re-enactments – television has a very different impact to a book; it can provoke empathy and stimulate the senses, making the past more accessible. If anything, history on the television leans towards empathy with the past at the expense of how different it actually was. As the popular adage goes, ‘history belongs to everyone’. It is important to have it in the public forum, on the TV, to interest people who are not yet interested.

On the topic of commemorating the World Wars whilst conflicts still ravage the world today, Lipscomb was definite that it was right and proper to memorialise those who fought in World Wars One and Two, especially considering veterans still live today. These conflicts were significant to the formation of our people. Lipscomb noted that, as a historian, it is important to prevent false narratives being spread; when topics are popularised in this way they are inevitably taken out of the diligent and professional hands of the historian, yet the accuracy of these formative events is crucial. Lipscomb believes that a ‘Just War’ is possible, and pacifism is not an appropriate response to the current situation in the Middle East, for example. Britain’s response to the situation in Syria regarding refugees is not ethical, and this is a consequence of not getting involved militarily.

Discussing war and defence, I wondered whether that should be a factor in the EU referendum. With the current focus being largely economic, was it not also appropriate to discuss potential inter-European war and peace? That was, after all, the very reason for the formation of the European Union; to keep the peace in the wake of World War Two. The pro-EU politicians can count on Lipscomb for her vote. The defence point, she commented, makes a lot of sense. Organisations such as the European Union and the United Nations are flawed, but they are the best options we have regarding working together and ensuring peace. “Leaving the EU would be foolish – we would suddenly realise how small an island we 

Creaming Spires MT Week 1

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Bored of languishing upon sunbeds in the 36°C Italian sun on the shores of a warm, crystalline lake, this Oxonian ex-pat finally plucked up the courage to enter into the world of Italian stallions upon that infamous app that governs modern dating. English Tinder is a cruel mistress. One poor, dishevelled selfie and the thumb all too quickly swipes left, banishing you to dating purgatory. But the lusty European sun seems to blind the locals and foreign tourists alike, inclining them to swipe right to this pale Englishman.

I went in search of a beautiful Italian male with whom I could share something a bit hotter than a freshly baked calzone and a €3 bottle of local prosecco. But before too long, I’ve attracted the attention of a well-spoken Belgian professing his ceaseless adoration. Which before we’d even met I admit is a bit intense. But the hopeless romantic in me who dreams of the day someone will pen me a sequence of sonnets was just slightly appeased.

It was supposed to be the Tinder date to end all. Yet, quite literally ‘in fair Verona where we lay our scene’, something was amiss. A beach date at a ruined Roman villa is supposed to be the stuff of dreams. But traipsing across a lake in the baking sun, before stripping off and exposing all flab in the most Baywatch-manner your skinny body can manage to your near silent date, all within ten minutes of meeting, is more uncomfortable than arousing. ‘Thus, with a kiss’, and an awkward one at that, we parted – thinking to never meet again. The endless flurry of crashing waves had extinguished the small spark the flurry of dick pics had ignited in the underwear of this intrepid European adventurer.

But what’s that from yonder WhatsApp calls? The streams of adoring apologetic texts start pouring onto my screen. I’m persuaded to date two, and before too long it’s more than the tomatoes on the pizza before us that are blushing. Stumbling back to my hotel, I quickly turf my roommate out with one hand and occupy myself with the other. Holiday romance (kind of) consummated, spooning resumed, I feel an odd twinge that wasn’t just something more pressing pushing into my lower back. The wine, the beautiful Venetian sun and a hot man next to me are melting my icy English heart. My thoughts turn away from smut and begin to wonder, perhaps being told “I love you” on a second date wasn’t that crazy. Or maybe it was just sunstroke from my refusal to ruin my preened hair with an unsightly hat .

The mirage continues to obscure all logical thought. The week passes and the time comes to part. I find myself to have become the madman who considers long distance romance, of sacrificing the endless stream of twinks presenting themselves at my feet at the porters’ lodge or the floors of Plush. But alas, these two star-crossed lovers were doomed to a tale of woe. Floating upon a lilo on the crystal clear lake in the midday sun, I’m told the things said to me were but sweet nothings; a thing to pass the time whilst away from a flock of ripped Flemish lovers at home.

As if this tale could not get more poetic, I find myself being consoled by a kindly Italian nun upon a ferry who understands not a word of my fiery escapades into ‘the love that must not speak it’s name’ abroad. Summer loving complete, stole home this English heavy-hearted son; penis appeased, 

Preview: Oxford Fashion Week

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 It is once again that busy time of the year where reading lists, essays, crew-dates, sport training, music practices and evening events are piling up on top of the other. Michaelmas is, for this very reason, one of the most challenging but undoubtedly the most animated term of the entire year. Certainly, Oxford Fashion Week adds a little added edge of excitement to the term; and this year it is going to be even bigger and better than ever before.

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Oxford Fashion Studio have hosted Oxford Fashion Week since 2009 and some of the creative and artistic venues have included the Exam-Schools building and the Natural History Museum. The opening and closing parties have taken place at some of Oxford’s trendiest nightlife hotspots such as the Varsity Bar and Oxford Castle. Showcasing designs from fashion graduates and cutting edge artists, the week of events range from high concept to haute couture. Just an example of designers featured at previous Oxford Fashion Weeks, include Matthew Williamson, Alexander McQueen and Valentin Yudashkin.

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This year, from the 26th of October to the 31st, there will be runway events showing at yet again, another new and highly-original venue; the Sheldonian Theatre. Model castings are taking place on Saturday 17th October at the Varsity Club; a popular opportunity that many students at Oxford have taken and continue to take advantage of.

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Tickets are now on sale online and are fast selling out. We, at Cherwell Fashion, cannot wait, and hope that all of you will be able to make it along as well!

 

 

Home or Roam: Seoul, Korea

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When my friends asked me how many days they should spend in Korea, I replied by saying you could literally spend a fortnight in Seoul and still not get sick of the city. And when they stared at me with disbelief, I just grinned and nodded again. Wait and see, guys, wait and see.

Seoul’s like no other city. No, I take that back. Seoul is like a dozen cities merged into one. There’s no single word to describe this place. More than twelve million people living in the city gives it one of the greatest population densities in the world. With the Han River running through, and with tens of mountains surrounding the region, it is like a natural fortress. The perfect place to found the capital of a country. For this reason, it has been the centre of wars from the 4th century onwards, and became the capital of Korea from 1392. By Oxford standards, this might not be very early. But considering the fact that America only became an independent nation in 1776, Seoul has a history of being a capital about twice as long as that of the US.

The northern part of Seoul, or ‘Gang-buk’, used to be its hub from 1392 until the Korean War. There are a few old palaces left over like Gyeongbok or Changdeok. You can roam around the gardens and the buildings for about one quid, which is a brilliant deal if you ask me. Sometimes they open the palaces up late at night, and it turns into a really popular destination for couples.

There are also traditional Korean villages like Bukchon Hanock village, where you can take loads of pictures, pretending you’re back in 19th century Korea. Isna-dong is also around that region, and you can try making traditional Korean fans or pottery, get your name written in Korean or even try on our traditional costume, Hanbok.

If you have an extra day or two, you can try going hiking on Bukhan Mountain. This was ‘the thing’ that all my friends from the UK were most psyched about. “You’ve got about five mountains around 800m in your capital? Can we climb them?” A casual 4-hour hike right in the middle of the city. I don’t think a lot of capitals have that now do they?

But it’s not just the geography that makes Seoul special. It’s the trendy culture that we have, emanating from Gangnam, as immortalised in PSY’s phenomenal ‘Gangnam Style’. The area has taken off since the 70s. A lot of youngsters like to come here. This is where all the trends begin, from fashion to food to music.

In Seoul, we love our food. And yes, I’m generalising the entire population of twelve million people. And yes, it’s true. There are more than 20 popular TV shows that either introduce good restaurants in Seoul, teach cooking, or show cooks cooking. If a restaurant has a particularly good reputation, we go through the pain of waiting 2 hours, just to have a 20-minute meal with a Makgeolli (a type of fermented rice drink) to satisfy our stomachs and put a pic on Instagram with the ever popular tag #Foodstagrams.

We love drinking as well – when it’s raining, we go have Makgeolli and Korean pancakes. We drink when it’s the end of exams, when people break up, when they go to the army, when it’s their birthday. There are so many reasons why Koreans go drinking. And not only do we drink in pubs, we also drink on the lawns of universities, and play drinking games that are a lot louder and a lot more fun than sconcing.

The hustle and the bustle of the city never stops. All the shops are open until midnight, and most pubs or convenience stores are open all night. You can even get chicken delivered to your house at 1am. The 24/7 liveliness has more than a few upsides. You can get a bank account opened within twenty minutes, get the card activated in the next five minutes, and you can get your TV fixed within the day. We like to speed up our things, and we do not like waiting. But this desire for speech without infringing on quality is what makes the place such a successful and vibrant city. Even if it is an insomniac 

A letter to… my ex

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Casting my thoughts so far back to a time before I knew you and your influence is a feeling I’ve not yet mastered. In the years we were together, I became someone else. You defined part of who I am today, both for better and for worse. Even now I sometimes still take a peek at your latest online playlists. You inspired me to push myself to where I am today. You proved to me my naked body can actually do some pretty great things and wasn’t just good for purposes of self-deprecation. But you also triggered my trust issues after you cheated on me. Or put me off becoming too intimate for fear I’ll be trod on and spoken to like dirt, flung into yet another unnecessary fit of despair to be pulled back into loving arms a few days later.

We were messy. Our relationship was kind of like that bit of chewing gum stuck to the sole of the your shoe. Being stuck together caused a constant falter in our strides. Neither of us could explore our sexualities or be who we truly wanted to be. But whenever we pulled apart the sticky mass of our crumbling mess, the loss of part of me threw my stride so much I felt crippled without it. Both of us tugged frantically at the ever thinning fibre to grasp some essence of what had brought us so close so long ago.

When the final strand of mess finally pulled away, I retreated as quickly as I could. You took that as malicious. But it was never intended like that. I needed to be myself and be free of how poisonous we had become to each other. I had to put myself first after being so much a part of someone else for so many years. It didn’t mean I stopped loving you as a person.

Yes, the romance had died. The trust was gone. But we grew up together; even if my own growth was mainly around the waistline. The last time I saw you I couldn’t speak a single word to you. I’d changed so much, learnt so much about myself and stumbled upon so much more that needed to be worked on. The person I am now is separated from the child I used to be by a vast void that couldn’t be overcome or explained in a few simple sentences in an awkwardly public setting. But somewhere in my mind, the scrawny teenager in a duffle coat with Groucho Marx eyebrows will always love the figure in his increasingly tatty Barbour and awkwardly large shoes. These silhouettes of the past will always be holding their dryskinned hands together in my mind.

To others our relationship was a darkened lump upon my once-confident side, now restored. Which a lot of the time it was. But I saw underneath the grime collected on the outside. To me the pure innocence of someone immensely loving beneath it was hidden by trouble always seemed to come through. I’d wish I’d seen my tendency to cling to and rose tint everything earlier, but dragging things so far made it easier for both of us to move on.

Many who know how you treated me would wish you ill. Of all of them, I should be the first. But I’ve learnt to forgive. I’m not sure if we’ll ever see or speak to each other again, but my door is always open to a friend I would willingly welcome. I wish you and your new partner all the happiness a feeble arts student can. As the song goes, ‘wherever you are, I hope you’re singing now.’ I hope you’ve found what you missed out with me so many years ago. And I hope the same happens to me soon.

On reviving the Dead Sea

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The feeling of floating, unaided, in the salty water, floundering about if you try to swim, makes a visit to the Dead Sea unique. But the days are numbered for this fun and bewildering marvel, this landlocked salty ‘sea’.

The Dead Sea is dying. Due to a number of factors, both geological and human, the water level of the Dead Sea has been dropping dramatically over the past decades. Over 50 miles long in 1950, the sea is a mere 30 miles long today — leaving some resorts high and dry and causing havoc to the local ecosystem. The sea is still shrinking, and is getting barely 10 per cent of the water it needs to maintain its current levels.

The Dead Sea has always led a precarious existence. Its outlet to the sea dried up over 18,000 years ago, leaving a salty lake at the lowest point on Earth. It has maintained a fragile equilibrium since Classical times: from the rivers and streams which feed into it the Dead Sea gets fresh water, which in turn evaporates, keeping the water level stable and enabling the sea to maintain extraordinarily high salt levels (around 33% salinity). In the 1960s, the amount of water entering the Dead Sea was dramatically reduced by Israel’s pumping and diversion of tributaries to provide water across the country. In the 1970s, Jordan and Syria also began to divert key water sources, too.

An American adventurer in the 1800s described the sea as hundreds of feet wide in some places, interrupted by “frequent and most fearful rapids.” It is now a murky, dirty snake of water, barely wider than a large stream to a British observer such as myself. The Dead Sea is essential for tourism in both Jordan and Israel/Occupied Palestinian Territories. People have travelled here for centuries to experience the weightless feeling of floating, and many others have come seeking treatment for a wide variety of ailments. Hotels are finding themselves ever further from the shoreline — some even create an artificial Dead Sea nearer to their door. The money gained from tourism to the sea could hugely outweigh the money offered by agriculture sustained on the waters of its tributaries, but governments pressured by strong agricultural lobbies are slow to cotton on to this fact.

Now faced with the prospect of the Dead Sea and the tourism it encourages all but drying up in less than 70 years, Israel, Jordan and the Occupied Territories signed a letter asking the World Bank to investigate the feasibility of pumping water from the Red Sea to the Dead Sea, via a pipeline over 100 miles long. However, a pipeline or canal such as this would have a huge environmental impact, may well not solve the problem of the shrinking water levels and could severely damage the Dead Sea’s fragile ecosystem, which includes unique bacterial and fungal lifeforms.

Contrary to its name, the Dead Sea supports a complex and flourishing ecosystem. Its shoreline oases arehome to scores of plants, fish and mammals, such as the ibex. These could disappear in as little as five years.

There seems little hope in securing a future for the Dead Sea if nothing is done to change local water usage. Tourists should keep in mind that water is not something that can be taken for granted when staying at the hotels lining the shore. While a more lasting solution that ensures that the population have the water that they need and the delicate tourist industry and ecosystems are maintained, governments should perhaps encourage farmers to grow crops that require less water. However, the solution has not yet been found, and the Dead Sea is continuing to die. I would get your visit in quick before you can no longer try reading a newspaper whilst floating in the salty water

Profile: Abass Saidtaha

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In the midst of the civil war in Syria and the largest migration of people across Europe since the 1930s, it seems most appropriate to meet the first Syrian refugee to live in Oxford since 2011, having been granted residency by the British government last year. It was whilst reporting on last month’s ‘Refugees Welcome in Oxford’ rally, which took place at the height of Europe’s call to action following an outpouring of sympathy, that I first had the pleasure of meeting Abass Saidtaha.

Having him open up to me about his extraordinary experiences since the war in Syria broke out was a great privilege, and it became clear in our more formal interview that he does not intend to relive the deeply emotional experience of recalling everything he has gone through for a long time to come.

Saidtaha lost what he described as his “completely normal life” when the war began, as well as the family and friends who he has not seen since leaving Syria. “I need to start my life again. I don’t want to think about what I lost.” From the seriousness with which these words are spoken, the full extent of the tragedy of Saidtaha’s last four years was striking. He is 28 years old. He was shot by a sniper in his home city of Aleppo in 2013. It was this event, which came close to ending his life, that ultimately led to his realisation that he had to leave, pushing him to make the perilous journey from Syria to the UK by sea and then by land.

When I first met Saidtaha at the rally, his charm and stylish dress sense were amongst the first details that I noticed, but it was his remarkable story which really captivated me. Having gone from knowing no English when he arrived last year to almost effortless, fluent communication, it seems he is indeed successfully starting his new life here. Saidtaha has now been working at Topshop for a month, and he tells me that it is going well, and is quick to praise his colleagues’ warmth towards him. It is encouraging to know that he seems settled.

Asking him to take me through his life in Syria, Saidtaha recounts his time growing up playing football with friends in Aleppo, and his enjoyment of reading class at primary school. Aleppo, he recounts, was, until the war, “a thriving business city, larger than Damascus” but now, he says, “there is no life to go back to.”

Upon finishing school, he decided to start working at his father’s business of designing women’s shoes, rather than to go to university. “It was a very successful business,” he tells me. His entrepreneurial spirit and passion for the industry comes across, as he encouraged his father to agree to the opening of a large shop in the centre of Aleppo, which Saidtaha ran with one of his brothers.

Opening the shop had been an “exciting time for the family” he adds. Despite sometimes working 12-14 hour days, he says, “it was not work for me, it was a hobby. I enjoyed it. It was my business, so it was my own choice.” On his plans for the future before the conflict erupted, he speaks of his desire “for the business to be really successful and to expand across the country.”

On how everything then changed, he explains, “I saw what was happening in Egypt and Libya on the news as everyone else in the world did, but thought nothing of it from our own perspective in Syria.” It was then that groups began to criticise the government and protest in Daraa, in the south of Syria, leading to arrests, including that of children. Aleppo, however, faced criticism for not getting involved as unrest spread throughout the rest of the country.

“My father didn’t receive payments from businesses in other cities as the people of [our] city were judged to support Assad. But we didn’t support either side.” The city became increasingly expensive to live in, and, “One day, suddenly, I wake up and I see planes and helicopters dropping bombs.” He did not risk going to open the shop that day, nor did he again for over a year.

When I ask about the shooting, he tells me, “People had to go out occasionally…for food for example, but on that day, I was going to check that my shop hadn’t been bombed or stolen from. I knew to peer around corners first before turning. As I peered around the corner of the street with my shop, I was shot straight away in the chest.” He recounts how he was dragged back by other civilians and taken by taxi to a hospital where he then lost consciousness. It transpired that the bullet had lodged itself in his chest bone, narrowly missing his heart. Before entering the operating theatre, he regained consciousness and asked the doctors, “Am I going to die?” They assured him he would be fine, while he noticed his off-white trousers were now entirely red. He says he did not feel pain at that point – “I think I was too scared to feel any pain” – but his recovery after the operation was painful. Due to a lack of phone signal in the hospital, he was unable to inform any family members at the time. “All I could think was there was too little time and so much to do,” he says, as tears begin to roll off his cheeks. Saidtaha recovered in a park for two weeks, where he felt relatively safe, but would still bleed. “I then stayed in Syria and recovered for a year, and then left.”

Notably, when asked when it was that he began his journey, even for a month of the year, he responds, “Why would I need to be looking at the clock? I didn’t have work or any appointments, I just needed to make my way here.” His journey took him first to Lebanon, spending “a lot of money” for passage into the country. From there he booked a flight to Istanbul, where he then recalls seeing in the 2014 New Year. After two months living in Izmir, Turkey, he boarded a “tiny boat” which took him to a small Greek island. After arriving on the beach there, he and those he met had to trek over mountainous terrain to reach the populated side of the island. En route, however, further disaster struck when he broke his leg walking for two days to get to the other side of the island. “My friend who I had met in Izmir carried on without me, and so I carried on alone with a broken leg.” He encountered a farmer who called the police and an ambulance later arrived, taking him to hospital. Following two nights in police detention thereafter, he was granted the right to move freely around Greece, allowing him to go to the port and take a ferry to Athens, where he remained to recover for two months.

A combination of buses and car journeys with other Syrians whom he met in Athens led him through Europe. On how he reached the UK, he first says only that it was “a terrible, terrible way”, before stating that he travelled in the back of a lorry. He estimates it took two months to travel from Athens to the UK.

“I had planned all along on going to Canada,” he states early in the conversation. “I made my way to Liverpool, as I had been told to go there in order to get to Canada.” However, language barriers led to him finding no solution to realizing his aim.

The Red Cross in Liverpool was the first place in the UK that he registered. “They were very, very polite people. They looked after me and accommodated me for two nights. Someone told me I should stay in the UK, so that is ultimately what I decided to do.”

The Red Cross went on to pay for his train ticket to London in order to register at the Home Office, and wrote a letter on his behalf to show to them. “I was granted asylum on July 16; that is a date that I remember.”

Talking about the rest of his family, he tells me, “I had lost my parents. I did not know where they were for years. But then a friend contacted me this year to tell me they were with him.” Two of his brothers are now in Newcastle, but he fears for his parents, who are living in Turkey. “They are not allowed to work so they are thinking of returning to Syria. They have no choice. My father says he would rather die in Syria than out on the street in Turkey.” The British government has not been allowing his parents to join him in the UK, and I sense that he does not feel the government makes refugees feel as welcome as they should. “I wish Britain were more like Germany in its response to the crisis,” he reflects.

Regarding the sentiment nationally towards refugees during the ongoing crisis, he says passionately, “People think we are coming from nothing, but before 2011 Syria was a civilized, cultured country. “Syrian people will work hard to tell people in the UK and all of Europe that we are not coming to claim benefits. Nobody wants to have to be a refugee.”

However, he remains highly positive about his reception, stating, “Now I live the same as anybody else, I am treated in Oxford as anybody else here.” In the light of Russia’s current ongoing intervention in Syria, Saidtaha makes clear, “I don’t trust Russia but I don’t trust any of the groups operating in Syria now. They are all horrible people.” He believes Russia only wishes to bolster President Assad, whom he labels a terrorist; “He has killed too many people not to be.”

Reflecting on his new life in the UK, Saidtaha says, “It is a safe country with nice people, and there’s nothing to be scared of. You don’t expect to die during the course of the average day.”

Throughout my conversations with him, the most basic human desire to be able to get on with living a ‘normal life’ is what shines through the most. Having gone through so much to get back towards that point now, he seems happy. But the emotional scars from these recent years of tribulations seem likely to linger for longer than the physical ones.

Annie Teriba to resign all political posts

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Annie Teriba, editor of the No Heterox** zine, People of Colour and Racial Equality Officer at Wadham SU, member of both NCAFC’s National Committee and the NUS’s Black Students’ Committee, and third-year Wadham student, has admitted she failed to establish consent for a sex act at this year’s NUS Black Students’ Conference, which ran from 30-31st of May. She also admitted to having been sexually inappropriate under the influence of alcohol prior to this incident.

She made the admission in a statement on Facebook, in which she also announced that she would be taking a step back from her political campaigning and resigning all the posts she currently holds. Teriba’s Facebook account was deleted a few hours after posting the statement.

Shortly after Teriba’s statement was posted, OUSU Women’s Campaign posted a statement in response. It referred to her comments as “rife with apologism”, and is printed in full below.

Annie Teriba has been approached for comment. Wadham College and the University have also been approached for comment. Her full statement can be read here:

[TW sexual assault, sexual violence]

This statement explains why I will be stepping back from political campaigning from now.

(I owe you a proper explanation, so will go into details here which you may find triggering.)

At this year’s NUS Black Students’ Conference, I had sex with someone. The other party later informed me that the sex was not consensual. I failed to properly establish consent before every act. I apologise sincerely and profoundly for my actions. I should have taken sufficient steps to ensure that everything I did was consensual. I should have been more attentive to the person’s body language. In failing to clarify that the person consented to our entire encounter, I have caused serious irreparable harm.

In a separate incident, in my first year of university, I was alerted to my inappropriate behaviour whilst drunk in a club, where I had touched somebody in a sexual manner without their consent. Therefore this is not an isolated incident. I apologise sincerely and profoundly for my actions.

With these incidents I have rightly lost the trust of those who I organise with and fully intend to work to ensure that I both put my politics into practice in my personal relations and to prove to them that I am committed to transformation. As such, it would be wrong of me to accept platforms and access spaces until I have done so.

In order to ensure the safety of others, I will be taking a number of steps:

i) I breached NUS’s safe spaces policy, so will not be attending future NUS events.

ii) I am resigning from all the political positions I hold – from NCAFC’s National Committee and from the NUS’s Black Students’ Committee, and as editor of the No Heterox** zine and as the People of Colour and Racial Equality Officer at Wadham SU, Oxford.

iii) I will be stepping back from prominent campaigning in other forums, including‪#‎RhodesMustFall‬ and rs21.

iv) I commit to getting help with how I consume alcohol. It is clear that I lack self-awareness and become sexually entitled when I am drunk. This does not excuse my actions, I am wholly responsible for the damage that I have caused.

v) I commit to educating myself properly about consent by reading zines and other materials which have kindly been made available to me.

vi) I commit to seeking help from perpetrator organisations – for example, I have taken steps to establish contact with RESPECT and will be seeking out organisations who specifically deal with sexual violence.

I am deeply sorry for the hurt I caused.

Yours, Annie Teriba

 

OUSU Women’s Campaign has also issued the following statement:

The Women’s Campaign stands behind and believes all survivors of sexual assault and violence – whether or not the incident moves through the courts. Believing and supporting survivors who make the incredibly brave step of sharing their traumatic experience is the first step toward justice: the next is excising abusers and those who enable them from spaces that should be safe for all. Rape apologism manifests in infinite forms: we define it as any discourse that refers to sexual assault as anything other than what it is – unacceptable and appalling abuse. The statement recently shared [above] is, unfortunately, rife with apologism and we do not condone it nor the violence it describes.

WomCam is committed to ensuring that liberation spaces remain abuser-free – without our full-hearted commitment to this cause, we have no business campaigning on women’s issues. Any institution that protects abusers at the expense of survivors’ wellbeing is one that must be dismantled and reformed.

Moreover, sexual assault is one of the most underreported crimes, especially at universities. Holding those responsible for sexual violence accountable means acknowledging the terrifying fact that violence against women is deeply ingrained in and normalized in our culture: education about the issues, campaigning for the rights of those affected, and continued vigilance about the behavior we do not condone in our organization is the only way forward.

Sincerely, the Women’s Campaign Committee

Lucy Delaney, OUSU’s Vice-President for Women, added, “In my capacity as Vice President for Women I am adding my voice to that of the Women’s Campaign in standing behind and believing all survivors of sexual assault and violence, and in committing to keeping liberation spaces free from perpetrators.

“In a society which silences survivors and which tolerates rape apologism it is essential that liberation spaces do not harbour or protect abusers, otherwise they are no better than the institutions which perpetuate oppression. In my role, I am committed to ensuring that this happens.”

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Freshers, the Union’s not worth it

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George Bernard Shaw once wrote, “He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.” Another thing that points clearly to a political career is a position in the Oxford Union. According to Oxford-based organisation 80,000 Hours, a Union president has a one-in-three chance of becoming an MP, and it is with this in mind that the Union conducts most of its business.

Enjoying a vision of itself as a rehearsal for Westminster, the Union encourages rabid infighting, and brutal backstabbing. The position of Librarian may not sound that important, but that won’t stop rivals making dodgy deals, spreading fake rumours, or trying to hack each other’s computers (this actually happened) to gain an advantage.

During my time at Oxford, misogynistic memes have been created about one election candidate; various computer hacks have been attempted; a ‘colonial-themed cocktail’ has been advertised, leading to the Union declaring itself institutionally racist; and a Union president has attempted to use members’ money to fund his legal defence against allegations of rape.

I’m not deluded about Oxford’s student body. I know that to some, this won’t sound like an utterly pathetic way for members of a university debating society to conduct themselves. But if you are sensibly horrified by the iniquities of the den of evil that the Oxford Union has become, its politics probably aren’t for you.

Most people involved with the Oxford Union will tell you that despite all the “hacking”, it really does put on some thoughtful and interesting events. This is a bit like if the Dark Lord Sauron were to point out that Mordor actually has some very impressive mountains, but to some extent it cannot be denied. Recent speakers include Malala Yousafzai, Bill Maher, and David Nutt.

But the Oxford Union does not have a monopoly on interesting speakers in Oxford – far from it. A cursory glance at interesting talks in Oxford reveals that this term’s non-Union speakers already include Laura Bates, Paul Mason, and Richard Dawkins. These talks don’t come with a price tag of £229.

The only real advantage the Oxford Union has over the rest of Oxford in terms of speakers is the celebrity factor. And this, in fact, has become the Union’s raison d’etre over the last few years. Its obsessive ideal of itself as the last bastion of free speech has led it to court controversy for controversy’s sake, inviting far-right politicians like Nick Griffin and Marine Le Pen, as well as divisive figures like EDL founder Tommy Robinson, Holocaust-denier David Irving, radical Islamist preacher Anjem Choudary.

Quite what these figures are supposed to bring to the Union other than crowds of protesters and a few pages in the national papers has always been unclear. It seems the only way the Union can justify its ever-rising fees is by perpetuating the idea that it still somehow ‘matters’, and being the centre of a media storm once in a while is as easy a way of achieving that as any.

The worst possible fate for it as an organisation would be for it to be perceived as irrelevant, and eyes all around the building must have lit up as the Guardian, The Telegraph, the BBC, and even Russia Today hastened to cover last year’s Marine Le Pen protest. The would-be politicians of Frewin Court thought to themselves: “Finally, I’m embroiled in a political controversy and the world will pay attention to me.”

Sometimes, the publicity-obsessed Union finds less abhorrent ways of attracting attention. Talks given by Ian McKellan, Morgan Freeman, Nick Jonas, and K-pop star PSY are prime examples of this. But then, rappers Lil Jon and Kanye West both spoke at free events at the Oxford Guild last year, so perhaps the Union doesn’t even have a monopoly in this area any more either (in this columnist’s opinion, Kanye West outclasses all the Nick Jonases in the world). Anyway, your chances of getting into one of these big-name talks are significantly worse than the president’s odds of being parachuted into a Tory safe seat in ten years.

Most of the students I’ve spoken to regret joining the Union, as they feel they never attended enough events to justify the membership fee. If it’s your own money, there are so many better things you could spend it on. If your parents are offering to pay, it’s a different choice. You just have to decide if the Oxford Union deserves to have you propping it up.

Interview: Ian Drake

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Over the past eight years, the British cycling team has proved itself to be perhaps the most successful sporting team that Britain has ever produced. Sixteen Olympic gold medals, innumerable world titles and two recent British winners of the Tour de France have all helped to inspire a grassroots cycling revolution in the UK.

Yet as Ian Drake, British Cycling’s Chief Executive, points out, things haven’t always been so good for the organisation.

“When I first started here [in 1997] there were just sixteen of us. We were rubbish as a nation and as a team; we just did not have the resources.” But soon after Drake joined, British Cycling received the Lottery funding that would go on to form the basis of future success. Ranked 17th in the world having won just one Olympic gold medal in 72 years, British Cycling set the ambitious target to be number one in the world by 2012. Little did they know back then how significant 2012 would turn out to be. But just how has British Cycling managed to achieve such unprecedented success on the biggest stages?

“It’s not rocket science what we’re doing, but there are some very, very simple things that we’ve done. Having a great facility, putting talent in there and putting great people around them – you know you can do some pretty special things then.”

So British Cycling’s core philosophy revolves around recognition of the fact that success requires “a lot of resources going into a handful of people”. But as Drake points out, “the more successful you are, the more challenging it becomes.”

“Other nations startto replicate what you’re doing; we’ve seen it with France now – building a new indoor velodrome, basing their HQ there, basing their coaching staff there. Quite a few nations are trying to replicate our model and I think one of the dangers is that when you’re successful, you kind of stop doing the very things that got you there.”

It’s no surprise that other nations are looking to imitate British Cycling’s model of success. But I ask Drake whether this model for sporting success in cycling can be applied to other sports. He insists that it can and that in some cases it already is, so “hopefully by Rio [in 2016] we’ll start to see even more medals across more sports.”

He adds, “If more sports can start to say the reason we want to win is because we want to use that to get more people playing our sport then hopefully by Rio and by Tokyo [in 2020] we’ll start to see all sports talking about inspiration to participation, about the growth and having the same sort of figures that we’ve got.”

Drake talks frequently of success at elite levels having a “higher purpose”. How do we get to a point, he asks, “where we are the world’s number one cycling nation not in terms of medals but in terms of day-to-day bike usage?” He argues that it “comes back to really looking at that infrastruc- ture; how do you make it easier for people to get on a bike and not choose a car?”

“At the minute it’s something in the region of £2 per head spent on cycling and 2 per cent of journeys are done by bike. We’re saying that £2 needs to go to £10 per head and that 2 per cent needs to go to 10 per cent of journeys by bike as a start.”

The benefits of increasing the proportion of journeys undertaken on two wheels would be considerable. Some studies estimate the annual cost of physical inactivity to the NHS at £1.5bn. Achieving consensus on the best way forward is not an easy task, however. As Drake points out, “no cities were designed for bikes” so “it is really difficult trying to retro-fit to the existing infrastructure.”

2016 promises to be a momentous year for British Cycling, and not only in terms of the summer Olympics in Rio. It also looks to be the twilight year for Sir Bradley Wiggins, a man who has been a constant presence in the British team since the breakthrough Olympics for Team GB in Sydney 2000. British Cycling’s partnership with Sky will also draw to a close in 2016 and Drake feels that “the time is right now, from 2017 onwards for British Cycling to put a new 8 year plan together and bring in a new set of partners around that”, adding that they “owe it to Sky to do it bigger and better with somebody else.”

But what of Drake’s own career at British Cycling? He’s keen to emphasise how lucky he feels to have had the oppotunity “to be involved in all of it, to see it grow and to shape it.” His love and passion for cycling remain as clear as ever and he admits, “I still get really hands on now.”

“That’s probably my biggest Achilles heel actually – rather than conducting the orchestra I keep picking up the instruments!”

Mistakes, he insists, are in many ways as important as success. “If you’ve never made a mistake, you’re never going to learn and probably do the really special things. You end up being a bit mundane.”

“I think resilience is one of the strongest hings that I’ve got. The thing about sport is that everyone has got an opinion about it. Everyone’s really passionate about it. It’s sports greatest strength but it is its greatest weakness as well because it can absolutely really tie you up in knots.”

With Ian Drake at the helm, British Cycling has experienced unprecedented success in recent years. That success, both at the elite and grassroots level, looks set to continue.