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Review: The Architect

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★★★☆☆

Three Stars

If you watched the BBC Two documentary The Secret History of Our Streets, or you’re just aware of British history, you’ll know the stories of the move in the 60s from slums to newly-built council estates, which catastrophically failed to solve any social problems.

The Architect, a 1996 play by David Grieg, imagines the story of an architect involved in one such project – a build ‘em high, build ‘em quick, build ‘em cheap’ endeavour, the tenants of which now call for its demolition – as a way of examining how things we attempt to build and re-build, whether structures or relationships, never succeed in eradicating the previous problems.

When Leo (the eponymous architect) insists his crumbling council estate is “perfectly structurally sound”, he is mirroring the doggedness with which he endeavours to hold together the disparate strands of his family unit. Both the appropriately named ‘Eden Court’ and his own home are paradise debased; the block of flats infested with damp and cockroaches, and his wife and children afflicted with various psychological hang-ups and neuroses.

Dom Applewhite brings his ability to create nuanced and watchable characters, displayed in his previous plays like The Pillowman, to the role. He perfectly captures the middle class, middle-aged, middle England preoccupations of Leo Black’s character, but also the endearing awkwardness of a father and husband who genuinely tries to care about those close to him. He transforms the show’s central character into a figure we can both criticise and care about.
The dynamics between the characters take time to set up, but, though the pace remains fairly steady, the audience’s interest is piqued as we learn more about the family and their ways of dealing with their various problems.

Dorothy has the unusual habit of late night hitch-hiking to wherever, Mattie engages in casual sex in public toilets, and Leo just wants to have an evening in with his wife. These scenarios are compelling, and neatly switch from one to another at critical moments, ensuring the audience remains rapt.

Difficulties arise when the second half, rather than building on the tension built up by the first act, seems to be equally slow moving, not aided by some lengthy gaps between scenes.

Occasionally, the naturalistic dialogue also seems to get the better of the cast. Words like ‘okay’ or ‘sorry’ are sometimes delivered unengagingly, which, counterintuitively, makes the piece seem less realistic. In this play, so much of what is actually being said lies in the very points that might seem the least important. The production would be even better if the actors made every word and awkward silence as vital and necessary a part of the play as a line in a Shakespearean speech.

The Architect is already a fascinating play, and could easily be even more so, the only real problems being pacing and occasional lapses in dramatic intensity. It’s definitely worth a watch, but just falls short of being essential viewing.

The Architect is on at the Keble O’Reilly until Saturday 7th March.

Panic at the disco: a night of trauma and regret

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Cultural nightmares begin in the most likely of places. Caught up in a maelstrom of booze and confusion, I stumble across the threshold and into a strange new world. For reasons unknown, I exchange my jacket for a paper stub with ‘No. 421’ on it. Will I ever get it back? No one is quite sure. I take a step, then one more, then another. And suddenly, people surround me. We bump and grind, and wave our hands in the air like we just don’t care. It all started so well. 

But then I’m shoved sideways by a careering drunkard, forcing me to take evasive action. I veer to my left, duck to avoid a headshot with a double vodka coke, and regain my footing. I stand up, and I survey, and I realise something. I’m on my own. Thirty minutes until Pokémon. In the sea of wavey garms, untucked shirts, patterned cardigans, and miniskirts, I see no friendly faces. I shout into the blaring loud, “Friends!”, and the echo responds, “Friends?” 

Anxiety rises in my chest at the knowledge I have been abandoned. No, not abandoned, forsaken. I resolve to find them, before the panic becomes too much. I pivot to check my nearest emergency exits, remembering that they may be behind me. There is an avenue of escape, though it is arduous and full of perils. I commit. I first shove the guy to my left, leaving him off balance and leaning to the side. I spin through the gap, only to be faced with a couple eating each other’s faces. There’s no way through. Round the edge I skip, and I’m away. Twenty minutes until Pokémon

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Search and rescue begins; the immediate results are not positive. The queue for the bar is a lost cause, packed full not of people I recognise but with a mob who resemble a real life depiction of the evolution of man in regress. The dance floor shows no signs of intelligent life either. The alcoholic halo is beginning to clear, my mind is slowing regaining lucidity. This is not good. There can’t be that much time left. 

An executive decision is made to use the stairs as a vantage point, yet instead of stopping and staring, I’m careered onwards on a tide of rave-seeking partyers. Welcome to Level Two. An alien expanse confronts me, all flashing strobes and aggressive bass. We’re the fuckin’ animals. Visibility has dropped from good to dangerous levels, from metres to millimetres. I am a lone speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. I step, not forwards but onto someone’s previously white trainers. The auspices are not good. 

I retreat from the front lines to find imagined solace at the bar, cling desperately to a drink and begin introspection. Where is everyone? Why am I here? How did I end up in a Park, let alone the End of it? No time for that now. I have to look busy, otherwise my as-yet unnoticed solitude will become obvious and the sharks will circle. I take out my phone, and pretend to receive a call. I maintain the ruse with utmost professionalism. The previously judgemental eyes of those nearby swivel back to their own meaningless chit-chat. I’m safe (for now). 

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Only now do the realities of my surroundings begin to penetrate through my drunken exoskeleton. My cultural senses begin to tingle. Only now do I realise that the carpet was taken from the hotel in The Shining. Only now do I notice that the dance floor does not seem to want to detach from the sole of my shoe. And the flashing lights serve only to illuminate scenes best left unseen. And only now do I remember that I’ve been sat here too long. Alone. Staring gormlessly. I’ve been spotted. 

My position is too open, there’s not enough cover. I sketch out the route in my mind, and the manoeuvres begin with a slide to the left. A girl stubbornly blocks my path of least resistance. I am willing to sacrifice her. I half-squeeze, half-shunt past, and once again find myself on the stairs. Still no sightings. Five minutes until Pokémon. The tightness in my chest returns, the panic begins to strip the breath from my lungs. The room starts to spin, but I know that if I fall I may never get back up. I resolve not to die, not at 11:58 on Wednesday evening in this deafening Alcatraz. 

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Options are limited: meld formlessly into the dancing herd of Pokémon revellers, repeat my previous search circuit or emergency eject. I cannot get out. I hear drums, drums in the deep. I cannot get out. It is coming. I wanna be the very best, like no one… 

First I was afraid, then I was petrified. Memory fails me here. All that I can recall is the flailing of arms to make space, a potentially stifled scream and then the cool wash of post-midnight evening air on skin. The walls had dissolved, and left me on a bridge, finally free from my solitudinous inferno. I take the tentative steps of a child, leaving my brain time to recover. I stick my hands in my pockets to calm my nerves. But a familiar paper stub rubs against my shell-shocked thumb. 

No, I can’t go back. I can never go back. That godforsaken place adds another innocent victim to its list. Goodbye, dear jacket. Your efforts will never be forgotten. But I am away. And I shimmy to the beat of my own freedom, away into the moonlit and VK stain-streaked night. 

Review: As I Crossed A Bridge of Dreams

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★★★☆☆

Three Stars

As I Crossed A Bridge of Dreams is a student adaptation of a classical Japanese text recounting Lady Sarashina’s memoirs. The play follows her as she gets lost in the world of stories and literature to escape from this “all too solid world of ours”. Yet, as it continues, it acknowledges the futility of living through fiction as opposed to actually living through experience – something which, as an English student, I can relate to all too well. Her gradual descent into resentment, haunted by what her life could have been, is punctuated with ballet, physical acting, and a beautiful original score.

I have seen the BT Studio transformed a number of times but never quite as beautifully as the vine-decorated and dimly lit version I walked into. Katrin Padel’s lighting design cast shadows through the leaves, creating a mystical atmosphere which was to be substantiated throughout with composer Marco Galvani’s twinkling score. Somehow, the producers managed to make the usual blank space of the BT not feel incongruous with the world of Eleventh Century Japan. Also, who knew that the BT had a wooden roof?

Interwoven within the narrative of the piece were beautiful ballet compositions performed by the wonderfully talented Marta Valentina Arnaldi and Steven Doran. Ballet in such an intimate space was lovely to see and really helped convey the story and emotions told.

This flourished in the chaotic physical story-telling of the storm with the dancers circling the actors in the centre of the stage attempting to navigate their environment.

The extent of the success of the physicality was perhaps slightly detrimental to the performance, as it highlighted the weaknesses in the other sections; namely, the struggle with structure. The piece ran as an extended monologue; Lady Sarashina (Hannah Scott) narrated our voyage in and out of stories, both fictional and recalled. Scott was a very competent narrator conveying the emotions of her journey but the structural need for her constantly to be on stage meant a lack of variation between scenes.

The remaining ensemble of actors switched in and out of characters, notably with the talented Jacob Mercer playing Sarashina’s father, lover, and husband – don’t get the wrong idea, these are distinct characters. This worked with varying success; it allowed the introduction of many distinct stories but became slightly formulaic and disjointed.

Director Laura Cull creates an ambitious piece that is beautiful in its quiet intensity. However, when this was paired with a difficult story to follow, this intensity was at times broken.

As a story of loss, of fantasies that have been cruelly pierced through by the real world, the pain of the piece was well executed, exemplified beautifully in the metaphor that “no comfort may be found in icicles”.

It was just a shame that this powerful sense of tragedy could not be maintained throughout.

As I Crossed A Bridge of Dreams runs at the Burton Taylor Studio until Saturday 7th March.

OxStew: School outreach programme for Oxford University

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Rapturous applause resonated around OUSU Council this week after a coalition of three comprehensive schools committed to a landmark ‘outreach’ programme with the University. Labelled the ‘Real People Programme’ (RPP) and supported with £75,000 of government funding, the three state schools plan to “reach out” to some of the University’s most culturally inhibited students.

According to the official website, the programme’s three main aims are to widen social horizons, garner a sense of perspective, and encourage individualism. Trial runs were rolled out across Cambridge and Durham Universities in 2014 with great success, and now the state comprehensive missionaries have set up shop in the city of dreaming spires.

Programme leader Arnold Simpkins passionately told reporters, “The principal observation from our outreach work thus far has been a chronic lack of ambition. There are a number of students who are ambling down the same welltrodden path forged by their parents, attending the same Sixteenth Century boarding school, matriculating into the same Oxford college and ultimately joining them in the City for a career in finance.

“RPP is committed to ‘breaking the chain’ of innovation poverty and explaining to these young minds that there is a world beyond the Home Counties, that life’s journey can indeed deviate from the commuter belt and that there are jobs and lifestyles beyond those already explored by their parents.”

RPP’s second-in-command, Johnny Head, outlined some of the difficulties faced by the organisation. “Reaching out to the underprivileged presents a myriad of unique challenges. We find that many of the students we work with are the human equivalents of a Set Menu – extremely limited and often bland. Only yesterday I was asked, ‘Why think outside the box, when sitting firmly within it will earn me £28k a year, a free zones 1-2 travelcard and private healthcare?’ This type of candour is indicative of the humble backgrounds from which many of our mentees hail, though we feel we are making steady progress nonetheless.”

A representative from OUSU told us, “We’re delighted to be working with RPP and I really believe it will benefit many of our students to no end. Having travelled around India for three weeks last summer, I know better than most about the benefits of being open-minded and worldly-wise. In addition to RPP’s mentorship, I’d fervently recommend my peers spend a period of time travelling overseas – just make sure you go to a place where the people speak English.”

Not everybody shares OUSU’s positive view, however, and RPP has evoked its fair share of criticism. Terence Brush, a student with an opinion, told us, “Considering that 93 per cent of the UK population is state educated, it almost goes without saying that comprehensive schools and universities working together is undeniably valuable, necessary, and worthwhile – but shouldn’t this be underlined by a genuine sense of partnership? The rhetoric surrounding ‘outreach’ sounds more like handof-God interventionism than a mutually beneficial partnership.”

The second year History student was quickly shouted down by RPP, who this morning tweeted, “You don’t know what you’re talking about – outreach work is brilliant for your CV and highly valued by employers.” RPP’s first group workshop ‘How To Deal With Regional Accents’ is to begin in 1st Week of Trinity. 

We must end our love affair with the tutorial system

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Most people at this university are preoccupied with their own concerns and their own life goals. People can spend longer agonising over applications for nonsensical internships than they do speaking to their own grandparents. That Philosophy student poring over an Ethics book isn’t doing it to become a nicer person. Even when there are ‘big’ protests about some issue, the vast majority of the student rank and file is unaware (often wilfully so) of what is being done in their names. You need something big and personal to get students to the barricades.

Let’s scrap the tutorial system.

My modest proposal could mobilise anger here like nothing since tuition fees. A trawl of the student press will reveal that we have few sacred cows. Oxford is stuffed with absurd institutional practices, and whether it is high table at hall, our Vice-Chancellor’s ‘generous’ salary or the collegiate system itself. But everyone is terribly fond of the tutorial system. It makes us special, after all (along with the supervision system at Cambridge – our sinister doppelgänger). Let’s put this fiercely defended educational privilege up for review. It is ineffective and a waste of money. It makes us think we are special when we are not.

First, the money. Tutorials are expensive. The large college endowments which we enjoy here are used to cover most of the costs in a way not available to all but the elite institutions at the top of the Russell group. Extraordinarily, this system is then topped up with specially allocated public funds. In total, Oxford and Cambridge receive £6.9m of ‘special funding’ that is not available to other universities to support interviews and the tutorial system. If I were to write a list of things that the government should do with a couple of million pounds going spare, “enhancing the educational advantages of massively privileged institutions” would not be on it.

Tutorials are an essential part of the Oxford mystique. There is a happy vision of wisdom imparted by some wise old don in a very personal, tailored, and companionable sort of way. Here is one tutor’s description of a bad tutorial: “[if] they simply cobble together an essay before walking into the tutorial. What happens? The rather irritated tutor ends up taking the students through the basic material to achieve some sort of minimal understanding with no time for the more interesting material that digs deeper. The tutor talks too much, since the students have little to say apart from the odd clarifying question, so it’s not far off a lecture delivered in the most uneconomic way you can think of.” Sound familiar? That’s from Economics, a technical subject. In more humane subjects (and yes, Economics is very inhumane) I think the problem is when they go off-piste into wonderful tangents, which then leaves the student without any structured overview of the topic. Conversations are for experts, and undergraduates are certainly not that.

I am not saying that tutorials cannot be wonderful. I have had some excellent tutors and some enlightening conversations. But they are too often a way of teaching material that could be done in a class more cheaply and just as effectively (for the technical) or in a more structured way (for the introductory). And what the system makes up for in student-tutor ratios, it lacks in contact time. At the moment, Oxford humanities tutors are to their students as sailors are to their lovers: you hardly see them at all, but when you do it is fucking intense. I do not want to see the tutorial flushed down the toilet of history, but I do want the tutorial system scrapped as the default way of doing teaching here. Let’s teach with more seminars and have a couple of tutorials at the end of a term when we can argue back sensibly.

The existence of the tutorial system is also used to justify the frankly infamous ‘interview’, source of urban myth and a lot of damage to access from candidates intimidated out of applying. Oxford should be open to every bookish high schooler regardless of class, school background, and stage fright. We shouldn’t be recruiting performers, we should be recruiting nerds.

Debate: Should you keep who you vote for private?

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Yes

Tom Robinson

Voting is perhaps the cornerstone of our democracy. However else we want to furnish the concept, at its heart is a notion that the people can have their say at the ballot box. That say must be without qualification.

I understand why some people might wish for votes to be made public because it would force people to justify their decision. When it is so easy for people to selectively hear the news they want to hear, when the media can whip up resentment with such ease, we might be concerned that some people vote for a party or MP without really considering the consequences.

And why should we be reticent to tell people for whom we vote? Surely, if we are ready to vote for Labour or the Tories, we will have a set of reasons for doing so and won’t be afraid of telling others those reasons?

While this is a valid complaint, there are so many more important reasons to keep votes private, not only legally, but also in how we treat the subject in conversation. It’s not just the case that votes should be kept private, but rather that they must be kept so.

Asking for votes not to be kept private is akin to asking for people to justify their vote. But asking for this justification suggests that some votes are justified and others are not. We might say that the person is confused or has misunderstood an issue, and having to justify their vote might help them realise this. But this assumes that votes need to be based on fact. What if one votes on how they feel, or simply on their preferences (rational or otherwise)? Should we disallow motives like these because they don’t stand up to justification?

It may be disheartening when somebody votes for a party just because they felt like it. We may feel uneasy when someone votes out of fear or prejudice. But there really is no way to prevent this. Democracy and private voting is not perfect, but its probably the best option we have. We cannot and must not stop people from voting. It is that institution that ties citizens to the politicians who represent them and the democracy under which they live.

That doesn’t mean we can’t implore people to consider their votes more carefully. But changing the rules and norms around privacy is not the way to do this. Pragmatically, forcing votes into the open is going to be a disincentive for those already less inclined to vote.

It is precisely the engaged and politically active members of society who are less hesitant about letting people know for whom they voted. But for those who are less engaged, who don’t enjoy ‘talking politics’ the privacy surrounding the ballot box is probably a welcome break.

In essence, talking about politics is not the same as caring about politics. For whatever reason someone might want to keep their vote secret or private, we should allow them to do so. Voting is important and it should be taken seriously, but it should not be daunting or intimidating.

Furthermore, privacy sometimes allows you to make a more considered decision than if your vote weren’t private. Consider election privacy in JCR and society elections. If you have multiple friends running for the same position, it is difficult enough knowing for whom to vote. Privacy at the ballot box means that you can make a proper decision, without fear of upsetting anyone. The privacy afforded to you, both formally and in that you don’t feel pressured to answer when asked, enhances the democratic process rather than hindering it.

 

No

Tom Carter

In 1872, the secret ballot was introduced. Until then, voting was a public affair, with everyone – your boss, your spouse, your MP – knowing how you voted. The results of this introduction were dramatic, especially in Ireland, where the nationalist cause prospered as a result of the landlords no longer being able to intimidate their tenants. Change was in the air, and it felt good.

Fast-forward to 2015: a general election is less than ten weeks away and the question of which party to vote for is increasingly coming up. Are you a dastard Tory or a soft-hearted Lib Dem? A head-in-the-sands Labourite or a guilty UKIPer? The question will only get more pressing as the approaching election looms larger and larger.

However, in amongst all this election fever, there lies the possibility for an enormous social faux-pas; namely, asking people how they intend to vote. Such a question can induce instant scorn, and even a little a bit of outrage, that someone could ask such a personal question. It’s akin to asking about someone’s sex life or religion in terms of crassness.

But why is this the case? After all, voting is in many ways the most public act a person can carry out. It is certainly the act which most directly affects others: your vote helps to decide who gets to tax other people and who is in charge of vital services those people need to survive, such as health or education. It even decides who has the ultimate power over other people’s lives, whether on the battlefield or in the prison cells. The direct correlation between your actions and its effect on other people is abundantly clear.

As such, the notion that voting is a private decision is ludicrous. It is not something that you should feel entitled to conceal, especially when it has such an important impact on the lives of so many people. Rather, in the ideal world, it is something you should feel comfortable telling most people who ask, and indeed justifying to them why you voted the way you did. Such honesty is the start of political debate, which is healthy and necessary for a democracy to work.

This is not to say that we shouldn’t have a secret ballot, far from it. A secret ballot is necessary to stop voter intimidation. Indeed, historically it has been a great cause of liberation, allowing people to vote for progress, secure in the knowledge that they would be free from recrimination in the workplace or elsewhere.

But the fact that you are rightly not forced to tell people whom you vote for is not a reason not to tell people. In the vast majority of situations, slight judgement is the only possible adverse side effect, and, given that the decision you are making affects them also, such judgement is something you should be willing to endure.

Our right to vote is cherished as the hallmark of our society, and yet we exercise that right too lightly. The rhetoric of rights and responsibilities is clichéd to the point of self-parody, but as with every cliché, it holds a kernel of truth. We must honour the responsibility society has given us by thinking long and hard about how to exercise that responsibility. Part of this includes exposing our ideas to potential criticism, and justifying those ideas to fellow citizens, whose future every vote helps to decide.

So, next time someone asks you for whom you are going to vote, engage with them. This isn’t religion or sex, it’s politics. And remember, your vote affects them just as much as it does you.

The Campaign: Oxford Students’ Disability Community

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“Oxford Student Disability Community accepts people for who they are. We don’t see disability, although we adapt to it without question; we see the person,” Hannah Prescott, President of OSDC, tells me.

Vice-President Sam Pugh expands on this. “Having a disability can often be very isolating, but having the opportunity through OSDC to meet people who are in exactly the same boat has been invaluable.”

OSDC aims to bring together students with disabilities socially, while campaigning for more understanding and treatment of disability. We advocate on behalf of, and support, students with disabilities at Oxford. We view disability as self-definitional, regardless of official recognition. We also welcome students without disabilities who are interested in disability.

One undergraduate told me, “It’s great to be around a bunch of fantastic people who just ‘get it’, because they share aspects of your lived experiences which your non-disabled friends cannot necessarily understand. OSDC is so valuable because it makes you feel not alone as a disabled student at Oxford.”

Oxford has over 1,200 students who have declared a disability and the University states that it is “committed to making reasonable adjustments and addressing any individual support requirements to ensure that students are able to participate fully and enjoy a fulfilling university experience.“ While there are cases of good support, this is not yet every disabled student’s experience.

“I have not found the University to be understanding of my illness,” says Hannah. “Students have reported the same negative circumstances for many years now – for example, delays in receiving adjustments and issues of confidentiality being breached – but not a lot has changed.”

A postgraduate student commented, “Oxford, unfortunately, is not very good at making all its events and opportunities accessible – not only core academic work, but also the panoply of other social events too… The Disability Advisory Service here is not always most effective at coordinating and facilitating inclusion.”

Our termcard is on our Facebook group, ‘Oxford Students’ Disabilities Community (OSDC)’, and any Oxford student can join.

The committee is open to all. It isn’t like other committees, and there will be an understanding that our disabilities come first and we can only do what we can do.

Interview: John Redwood

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Nearly 50 per cent of the UK’s trade is conducted with it. Membership has created over two million jobs. It allows British people to live, study, work, or travel anywhere within its borders. Given these benefits, the natural question to ask John Redwood is why on Earth he believes Britain should leave the European Union?

“I think we are too embroiled under European power and control when the British people and their elected politicians have made it very clear that we will not be joining the Euro. As we are not part of the central federalising scheme – the creation of a full currency, banking, and in due course, fiscal union – I think it is very important that we have a different kind of relationship. That relationship should be based on free trade and political cooperation but it should not be based on centralised government.”

It is evident from the outset that Redwood is an intelligent man. His views are clear and consistent and he argues that his feelings towards the EU are similar to those of most British people. “I wish to trade with it and I wish to be friends with the other countries in Europe. We should have a range of agreements with them, but I object very strongly to the idea that we should be part of the ‘United States of Europe’ under a Brussels government which is not properly accountable to the British people.”

I suggest to Redwood that free trade with Europe and political integration go hand-in-hand. He insists, however, that were the UK to make known its intention to leave the European Union, the remaining EU nations would be “desperate to agree” to free trade agreements.

“Germany, for example, has already made it very clear to myself and others, publicly and privately, that were Britain to decide to leave, Germany would obviously want good free trade agreements with Britain because we are one of her main export markets.”

Beyond the borders of Europe, Redwood suggests that leaving the European Union would also “allow us to decide to have free trade agreements with parts of the world which the European Union has not bothered to negotiate with.” Other economic benefits, he argues, relate to the reduced levels of regulation that we might see as a consequence of leaving the EU. Redwood reasons that outside of the EU, “we could have exactly the regulatory system we liked.”

There’s a sense of utopia to life outside of the European Union as described by Redwood. But surely it is all too good to be true? In order to continue free trade relationships with countries in the EU, many argue that the UK would still have to abide by European laws, except it would no longer have a seat around the policy table.

Redwood dismisses this point by using the example of Norway: a member of the European Economic Area. This means it benefits from free trade with EU countries, but only “has only implemented ten per cent of the EU directives that the UK has had to implement”. He adds: “Of course, Norway has to implement things if she wants to sell into the EU, just as if you want to sell to America then you have to accept its rules. And we sell a lot to America and we do not have any seat around the table to settle the rules about the conduct of the American market… so it is a complete myth that we need to be ‘round the table’.”

Having mentioned America, I ask Redwood whether the UK would lose sway with the US as a consequence of leaving the European Union. The EU is a powerful international actor. Does the UK need a seat at the table in order to preserve its standing both within Europe and in an international context? Redwood evidently doesn’t think so. Were the UK to leave the EU, he explains, it “would then have a seat at all the international tables that we are currently barred from belonging to because the European Union takes precedence.

“The UK would be in a much stronger position because we would be negotiating our own trade and environmental agreements, for example. We would get our voice and our vote back, which has been stifled and overwhelmed by EU representation.”

Much of the debate in the run-up to the General Election concerns Britain’s membership of the European Union. I ask Redwood, however, whether Britain’s relationship is really the primary cause of concern for the average voter?

Redwood tells me, “You cannot look at it as a single issue. If you ask people whether they are mesmerised by or most interested by Europe then no, they are not. But if you say to them, ‘Are you worried about higher energy prices?’, then they say yes, they are very worried about that. And that is directly as a result of a series of bungled EU policies. If you ask them, ‘Are you interested in the UK controlling its own borders and deciding who should come here or not?’, they say, ‘Yes, that’s exactly what we want, that’s a very important issue to us.’ And that, again, is an EU issue. So yes, I think people are desperately worried about the consequences of Europe.”

Redwood’s argument makes it evident that the European issue is not as clear-cut as some people think. Redwood’s opinion, however, is very clear. “I’d far rather we made our own mistakes than have people impose big mistakes on us from Brussels.”

Postal vote to remove top floor of Castle Mill fails

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Congregation has voted against the motion to remove the top floor of the Castle Mill accommodation complex in a postal ballot. There were 460 votes for the motion, and 1696 votes against.

Castle Mill is a graduate accommodation complex by Port Meadow, and has been the cause of much controversy over the last few months. An Environmental Impact Assessment report in January found that the buildings had a high “adverse impact” on Port Meadow, the Oxford skyline, the Thames, and St. Barnabus Church.

The report suggested three options to rectify this, the third being to remove the top floor of the accommodation complex. This has been estimated to cost £12 million, and would require current residents to seek alternative accommodation for a year, leading many students to join the ‘Save Castle Mill’ campaign, attempting to prevent option three from being carried out.

The success of the ‘Save Castle Mill’ campaign has been a victory for OUSU. OUSU President Louis Trup told Cherwell, “I am delighted to hear that the student accommodation at Castle Mill has been saved. The ‘Save Castle Mill’ campaign has proven how students can come together and make a significant impact on issues affecting the University.

“I would like to say a massive thank you to the students who wrote to academics, stood outside of the Sheldonian, spoke to their tutors and more. OUSU will continue to campaign for good quality and affordable housing for all students.”

OUSU VP for Grads elect Nick Cooper also expressed his pleasure at the result of the vote, commenting, “I’m delighted that members of Congregation have turned out and supported the overwhelming view of the meeting in February to keep Castle Mill intact, and it’s unfortunate that we had to go through the unnecessary added rigmarole of a postal vote to get there. Accepting option three would have wasted millions of pounds that I look forward to helping to convince the University to use more effectively towards graduate scholarships.

“However, keeping the top floor of Castle Mill is not enough to solve the significant housing and financial problems faced by graduate students in Oxford – and I know that everyone involved in this Castle Mill struggle will continue to fight for more, better, and more affordable accommodation in the near future.”

This result is in accordance with the most recent vote on the motion, on Tuesday 10th February, where 72 per cent of voting members of Congregation chose not to remove the top floor of Castle Mill.

However, two days after this vote was taken, a postal vote on the motion was called. OUSU released a statement explaining, “The decision taken by a small but sufficient number of people to unnecessarily bring the decision made on Tuesday into question serves as another threat to residents of Castle Mill, students, and other people living in Oxford who will be hit with further rent spikes if this resolution passes.”

Interview: Denis Goldberg

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In the midst of the drizzle and pessimism of 4th Week at Oxford, I had the pleasure of meeting Denis Goldberg. Goldberg brought all the warmth of South Africa and passion of the campaign against apartheid with him to a small room in the Old Bank Hotel.

He travelled from his home in Cape Town to deliver a talk as part of the Oxford’s 10th annual Israeli Apartheid Week. The speech, entitled ‘The Prisoner’s Struggle: From South Africa to Palestine’, discussed his percieved similarities between the two states and how civil society outside of Israel/Palestine might support peace and justice in the region. Goldberg was the only white activist to be sentenced to imprisonment alongside Nelson Mandela in the Rivonia trial, serving 22 years in a Pretoria prison. He was a close friend of Nelson Mandela, describing “Nel” as a “tough old man”, and was present during his fi nal hours. Sitting across from Goldberg, I immediately admire him for refusing to retire from political activism. Aged 81, he has on numerous occasions condemned Israel’s systematic oppression of the Palestinians and is a strong proponent of the international campaign for boycott, divestment, and sanctions (BDS) against Israel.

He describes the current situation in Israel as being a form of apartheid, commenting, “One must go back to the international defi nition of apartheid, which was based on the situation in South Africa, but generalised from it to say that where there are laws and administrative practices and decisions affecting a minority of the population or section of the population separately and to their disadvantage; this is apartheid.”

He offers an illustration, referring to the Law of Return, guaranteeing Jews the right to live in Israel and Palestine, which runs parallel to the policy of denying Right of Return to Palestinian refugees.

Goldberg himself is of Jewish descent, although he says he does not identify with Judaism as a religion. Despite this, he still vehemently condemns what he calls “the policies of the Zionist state of Israel”. Indeed, for Jewish critics of Israel, such as Barnaby Raine, President of Oxford Jewish Students for Justice in Palestine, Goldberg “epitomises the long and proud Jewish tradition of solidarity in the struggle against injustice”.

This stance is strongly linked to his actions in fighting apartheid in Africa, “As a white South African, I fought against apartheid because it was wrong. Like Nelson Mandela and the comrades I went to prison with, it was so wrong we were prepared to lay lives on the line for the rights of people. I would not be part of the oppression.”

He encourages people to take part in the campaign for boycotts, divestment, and sanctions against Israel, explaining how he thinks they are effective means of breaking apartheid. He refuses to shop at upmarket shopping chain Woolworths, the South African answer to Marks and Spencer, because they stock products imported from Israel. He half-jokingly concedes, “We are a land of wonderful fruits and theirs are the best of the best! But,’” he asks seriously, “what does it cost me to eat an orange with flecks on the skin against one without flecks?” Continuing, he challenges, “What are you afraid of? You have the power.”

I ask Goldberg how significant boycotts, divestment, and sanctions were in the campaign against South African apartheid. “International sanctions against apartheid South Africa were, in the end, quite effective. Not just economic sanctions, but also sporting boycotts, cultural boycotts, although they were often broken. But nonetheless people with conscience tried to uphold them. In the end, economic sanctions and the liberation struggle in Angola and Mozambique in particular were key to the weakening of apartheid South Africa.”

He went on to tell me his firm position on institutions investing in companies affi liated with apartheid states, saying to such companies, “I demand you divest. You are part of the oppression of people.” BDS against Israel is very much a live topic in the student community. A motion calling for blanket sanctions against Israel was rejected by OUSU Council in 2013, whilst as recently as Wednesday, OUSU Council voted against an anti-BDS motion.

Goldberg explains to me how important it was for universities to use their influence in the campaign to break South African apartheid. He recounts a conversation he had over breakfast with trustees of the student’s fund. “The students had a campaign and I was asked to come and speak. I said why are you invested in IBM, they’re in South Africa? You should divest.” He purses his lips, recalling their reply. “Oh no, we can’t, they would remove the computers and so on.”

His response to this is characteristic of Goldberg’s boldness and outstanding commitment to justice. “Your job is to secure the money of the University, not to play politics. You should be charged in court for dereliction of duty… and if IBM threatened you, you would simply go public! The other big companies would have computers and software there the next day, they’d love it!”

Here lies a lesson for Oxford colleges, whom Goldberg challenges. “I know times are tough, but how about taking a stand on principles?” With news arriving at the final lecture of Isreali Apartheid Week that SOAS had voted by 73 per cent in support of an academic boycott of Israel, it seems that Goldberg’s hopes for the role of universities are materialising.

Goldberg embodies a commitment to empathising with others struggling to achieve their rights. This is something he encourages us to embrace. “I would like to see an understanding internationally that you can go on shedding blood forever or you can say, ‘I do care about the lives of Palestinian children brought up in refugee camps, in extremely diffi cult situations, and I care for their humanity.’” His compassion also extends to Israelis, as he claims that they are ultimately victims of ‘Israeli apartheid’ too. “I also care for the humanity of the young oppressors who become brutalised and de-humanised.”

Goldberg read Civil Engineering and during his imprisonment completed half of a Law degree. He clearly values the role of education in bringing about unity between people, expressing his desire for “our young people in particular because they are going to change the world – nobody else is going to do it – to understand the nature of the oppression”.

He goes on to highlight the importance of higher education. “I want young people to grow up knowing that it doesn’t matter what background people have, do you like each other? Can you be together? Can you enjoy each other’s company? I go to university campuses in South Africa which were once seas of white faces and now they are now the opposite, all our young kids can go. People are together.” He laughs, glancing at his lap as he considers relationships between young people. “In a way I rely on hormones to put things right – people can meet each other on much more equal terms!” Goldberg has spoken at many universities across the world, and blinked in surprise at the standing ovation he received from his audience of Oxford students at the end of his talk for Israeli Apartheid Week.

With 30 per cent of current MPs being Oxbridge graduates, Goldberg was keen to encourage integrity and morality amongst potential future leaders. “I would like to see young Oxonians, especially students of history, sociology, and politics understand that these are not theoretical subjects. They are about people’s lives. And as concerned human beings, one needs to take their knowledge and show their support against oppression. You can’t do this everywhere, at the same time, but there are enough of us with interests and connections to be able to pick our targets… Education is not just about facts and knowledge. It’s about values. What values are you upholding?”

In 1964, Goldberg was sentenced at the famous Rivonia trials to four life sentences. He was sent to a separate prison for whites, where he resided for the next 22 years. I ask him whether he ever felt like the outside world had abandoned him during these long years. He responds, strongly, “We knew we weren’t abandoned. We weren’t allowed postcards or Christmas cards for many years, and when they were allowed, each prisoner would get hundreds of cards from all over the world, from classes of children, trade union branches, churches, their leaders, and just ordinary people. It was very encouraging, I have to say. Eventually we were able to receive 12 cards and answer them. I’d always pick some I didn’t know… But to see a pile of cards like this,” he motions with his hand to the height of his chest smiling at the memory, “we were never forgotten.”

Goldberg has high hopes for the future of Israelis and Palestinians, picturing justice and peace. “I’m optimistic. If we can do it in South Africa after all those years of deep bitterness and psychological scarring, I think other people can do it as well.”

I shake hands with Goldberg, and step back out into the drizzle and swathes of tourists, snapping pictures of colleges. Goldberg had relayed intimately, in the space of half an hour, how ordinary people are instrumental in bringing about social change. It’s impossible not to feel a new sense of optimism and and empowerment as I walk away.