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Uni boxing club win Town vs. Gown

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Town vs. Gown is one of the oldest rivalries in sport. Whereas the Merseyside football derby or the Calcutta Cup can trace their origins back to the mid-19th century, this university – ‘the gown’ – has been in conflict with ‘the town’ since the 1200s.

Of course these days there is rather less murder involved – but as twenty six boxers stepped into the ring last Wednesday night at the Oxford Union, there were certainly no punches spared. Overall, with six wins to three, the University’s pugilists came out on top.

The night began, as is customary in the boxing world, with a tense weigh-in. With that successfully negotiated, St. Benets’ student and men’s captain Iain Holland, who was fighting in the 72kg weight category, got things going. His performance showcased everything that is positive about the University squad, as he went after his opponent from Coventry ABC from the first bell. Throughout the fight the Coventry man was consistently on the defensive, and as the first round drew to a close, it looked like there a stoppage was on the cards. This proved to be the case as the referee stepped in to end the fight soon after the resumption, awarding Holland a technical knock-out.

The next few fights, as intra-club bouts, served to showcase the depth of talent residing in the University boxing scene. The likes of Lucinda Poulton, Ellie Berryman-Athey, James Kerr, Ishman Rahman, Isra Hale, and Lucy Harris all showed off some clever and technical boxing.

The only Town vs. Gown women’s bout was won by captain Claudia Havranek in impressive style. A succession of hefty head-shots ensured a clear victory, which was a visible confidence booster for the club.

Speaking to Cherwell after the match, Havranek said, “It was my first fight so it was a bit of blur, but apparently I did well so that’s a good sign!”

As the night drew on, the fights came thick and fast. A split decision saw an unfortunate loss for Oxford’s Richard Beck; a hotly contested light-middleweight fight caused controversy as the judges unanimously went in favour of Oxford’s Conor Husbands after an impossibly tight fight against James Gorgan of the Emeralds ABC. After the fight, Gorgan was magnanimous, saying, “It was a tough fight that just went the wrong way. Credit to the other guy really.”

After a short interval, the fighting resumed – and this match was a big one, with OUABC President Jack Straker donning his gloves at middleweight. The Queens’ College man was up to the task, and dispatched his opponent from Bath City ABC in the third round through another technical knock-out. With a sell-out crowd including his mother and younger sister ringside, the sighs of relief were audible and somewhat understandable.

Following this fight was no easy task, and Christ Church’s Rowan Callinan was unlucky to lose by another unanimous decision. Mags Chilaev of St. Peter’s College and Jack Prescott of Magdalen both put the dark blues back on track though, with each taking a victory thanks to two narrow split decisions.

The penultimate bout was again an internal affair, this time featuring Tony Besse and Michael Zhang. It provided entertainment, particularly in the fleet footwork of Besse, who was eventually victorious.

The final battle was inevitably at heavyweight – and unfortunately, Somerville’s Steve O’Driscoll lost yet another split decision which could have fallen either way.

Nonetheless, with midnight drawing evercloser, OUABC boasted six victories, compared to three from the combined forces of Oxford Boxing Academy, Emeralds ABC, Bath City ABC, Sandy ABC, and UCL.

The OUABC squad were of course justly proud of the final result, but what they seemed more proud of, with at least equal justification, was the strong female showing on the day. Boxing is obviously a sport which has, historically, been male-dominated. Club President Straker confirmed this, telling Cherwell that, “Notably there were five girls boxing for us on the night, whereas usually there are only one or two – if any!”

Considering the typical gender split, Claudia Havranek was effusive in her praise of the efforts made to encourage girls to get involved by the coaching staff.

“I’m really excited to be one of so many girls competing! At the beginning of the year none of us were fighting so I really must give a shout- out to our coach Dave, because he’s done a phenomenal job to get us in that ring.”

Honorary President of the club, Terry Adams summarised the positivity of the evening midway through, when he spoke of OUABC’s chances to Cherwell. “I’m greatly looking forward to it. They’ve got enough heart, enough spirit, and enough fitness to do themselves justice and win.” Having been within spitting distance of the fighters all night, this reporter can attest that the spirit on show was indeed formidable, and showed off the best of the Oxford sporting scene

Interview: Constantine Louloudis

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When I meet Constantine Louloudis at 10am on a windy and wet Tuesday morning he tells me has already been up since 6am. He had an early morning training session, followed by a 9am tutorial on politicians in Classical Athens (arranged to give him enough time to row again that afternoon). Having only dragged myself out of bed thirty minutes earlier, I already feel inadequate. Reassuringly for my sense of self-worth, however, he declares that this is the “most intense time of the year” as the Oxford crew is in the final phase of selection and, since it is term time too, he still has a lot going on academically.

Constantine is a third year Classicist at Trinity College. He is also a bronze medal winning Olympic rower, having participated in the men’s Eights at the London 2012 Olympics. He won the Boat Race of 2011 in his first year at Oxford and again in 2013 after rusticating for a year.

Achieving a position on the Blues boat in his first year is something Constantine modestly tries to argue was because “it wasn’t a very competitive year. I might have been flattered a bit.” But being a fresher in the Boat Race already puts him in the esteemed company of rowers like Tom James, who rowed for Cambridge as a fresher and has gone on to win two Olympic gold medals in the coxless fours at Beijing and London.

Louloudis rusticated for his second year to spend time as a full-time athlete in preparation for the 2012 Olympics. This decision was “pretty easy once I realised I had a good shot at the Olympics; a home Olympics doesn’t come round very often.” His college and tutors were sympathetic to the idea of him taking a year out to pursue Olympic glory. Louloudis remarks, “Trinity were very supportive; our president certainly wasn’t adverse to the concept of having an Olympian in the college.” Certainly the prestige Constantine has gained seems to more than justify the decision.

The dream Olympic medal Constantine earned at the end of his year off didn’t come without difficulties. There was always a risk he wouldn’t compete and this became a frighteningly realistic possibility when he damaged his fifth lumbar vertebrae in late April 2012. This injury put his Olympic dream in doubt.

Constantine remembers, “if I’d been out for another couple of weeks it all would have over. That was the darkest period I’ve been through.” British Rowing left Constantine’s seat unannounced for the Olympics when all the other positions had been released on 6th June 2012, a testament to the faith they had in his ability. It was only in mid-June that his injury improved enough for his selection to be confirmed.

Whilst Constantine still ranks the Olympic final as the moment he is most proud of in rowing, it could have been even more impressive, something Louloudis acknowledges, “Crossing the line there was such mixed emotions. We had wanted gold. In my mind I think I had made my peace with silver and to get bronze was kind of a kick in the teeth. But at the same time when we crossed the line I thought we had come last.”

Constantine reveals that in the final Team GB “had a plan to just go for it. We expected the race to be over in about five minutes twenty seconds but there was a significant headwind and instead the race took around five minutes fifty seconds. That extra twenty or thirty seconds really showed. Even with 30,000 people shouting and screaming it’s a bit of a myth that they can bring more out of you than you knew you had; when your legs are gone, your legs are gone.”

Constantine believes he can improve on Bronze in the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro in 2016. He says, “I’m stronger now that I was then and the national team still looks in good health.”

Any men’s Eight boat for Rio 2016 will be much changed from 2012 but Constantine is likely to be a continuing presence. Preparation for 2016 is already under way in his absence and after completing his degree at Oxford in June 2015 he intends to train as a full-time professional rower again in the year preceding the next Olympics.

However the prospect of remaining a fulltime rower indefinitely is something Constantine reveals is “not very appealing”. In his year out, he says, he “didn’t enjoy the break from academic studies.”

Moreover, there’s something about the Oxford rowing lifestyle that Constantine particularly enjoys. He tells me that, “I love rowing at Oxford because there is so much else going on. You can find loads of other things to do socially and academically but that’s not the case when you’re a full-time athlete. I’d like to emphasise how much I enjoy the Oxford bit more than the national team bit. I just feel really privileged that I can row to a high-level but also go out in the evenings in Oxford and almost forget that I do it.”

Ten to twelve training sessions a week totalling around thirty five hours of rowing is enough to keep the Oxford rowers at an international standard. Constantine says, “the programme is a really high standard here. It’s testament to how good the Oxford University Boat Club is and how well it’s run.”

However, thirty five hours of rowing a week does take its toll, and on his social life as he realises. “I try my best; it’s sleep that suffers,” he says. When I ask him how many hours he spends on his academic work he laughs and jokes, “I probably better not put a figure on that one”.

Clearly sacrifices have to be made to keep up rowing but Constantine believes “Whilst there are more things I could do socially and it does take time out of academics, it is all worth it.

“It’s not the Olympic medals or winning the races – it’s being in a team with guys you get on with really well and who you’ll count as friends for a really long time.”

On the Boat Race Louloudis says that it is “almost comparable” to the Olympic final in terms of intensity. He has his sights firmly set on this year’s race which he says he is “guardedly confident” for.

Constantine aims to guide Oxford to victory again. He confesses, “I’d like to be able to look back at four years at Oxford with four boat race wins. And I’m halfway there

Can sport help to engineer social change?

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Looking for a winter resort with no extreme weather, imminent terror threats, stray dog problem or tragicomically poor accommodation? The search is over folks, look no further than Sochi, host of the Winter Olympics.

Much of the media build-up has focused on these banal practicalities, just as discussion about the 2022 World Cup in Qatar usually centres on the problem of its climate. In both cases, however, these are simply logistical problems. If Western sports organisations lowered their expectations of luxury accommodation a little, they would be entirely solvable. The real issue with both Sochi 2014 and Qatar 2022 is human rights.

Where to start? The exploitation and abuse of Nepalese labourers preparing for Qatar 2022 perhaps – forty four migrant workers died last summer? Or the mysterious disappearance of hundreds of Russian journalists since the 1990s? There are simply not enough pages in this newspaper to comprehensively deal with these countries’ human rights abuses.

Let’s focus, then, on one area: LGBT rights.

Neither Russia nor Qatar comes anywhere near the bottom of the pack when it comes to gay rights. Nonetheless, male homosexuality can land you a short stay in prison in Qatar, whilst the Kremlin recently passed a law banning gay ‘propaganda’. It is important not to let hysteria cloud the facts here. Russia, despite its evident homophobia problem, has no law against homosexuality itself; indeed, the new law recalls Thatcher’s notorious Section 28, repealed in Britain only fourteen years ago.

Armchair grumbling about Sochi and Qatar usually proceeds along the lines that “we should never have given them the games in the first place”. This is an important debate that must resurface when the next major sporting tournament hosts are to be decided. For now, however, we must focus on how to approach the tournaments while they are on.

Sensationalists enjoy speculating about the immediate implications of both nations’ intolerance. Will gay snowboarder Belle Brockhoff be allowed to proudly publicise her homosexuality during her stay in Sochi?

Considering the Kuwaiti Director of Public Health’s revelation of sinister future measures that will “help us detect gays who will then be barred from entering any of the GCC member states”, will gay fans or footballers even be allowed into Qatar in 2022?

These questions, however, are the wrong ones to be asking. In all likelihood – bearing in mind that countries primarily regard major sporting events as an opportunity to showcase their nation to the world – the events themselves will pass without controversy.

The point is thus though: their hypothetical leniency will only be a good thing, but we must not forget that to focus on the exceptions as some kind of victory would be a defeat in itself, a submission to these governments’ façade of tolerance.

Many argue that sport provides a haven in which people of all backgrounds, colours and sexual orientations can come together to compete for, or support their team.

Take the example of English football. Though homophobia remains, and the sport is by no means blind to race, it has nevertheless produced black role models for countless children, undermining hatred and prejudice.

Soundbite declarations of the power of sport, however, are dangerous if misused. For sport to have any power, changes on the pitch must act as a springboard for changes outside the sport; to have any wider societal significance, the importance of the game must transcend the pitch. Crucially, this will not happen in Sochi or Qatar. The inclusiveness will be forced and and, most importantly, will not last.

Both the Olympics and the World Cup are, for their host countries, publicity stunts above all. We must always remember that whatever tolerant gestures are made by our Russian and Qatari hosts, they are simply painting over the cracks. It is our duty to ensure we do not let such empty gestures conceal the reality

Union hosts Chelsea Manning awards ceremony

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Amidst international controversy about the ethics of leaking classified information, whistleblower Chelsea Manning received the 2014 Sam Adams Award for Integrity in Intelligence in absentia this Wedneday in a ceremony at the Oxford Union.

Manning, a former US Army private currently serving a 35 year prison sentence, committed perhaps the greatest single leak of classified information ever in 2010.

The intelligence she passed on to WikiLeaks is thought to have influenced the 2010 Arab Spring, launched heated worldwide discussion about national security vs. freedom of information, and inspired other whistleblowers like Edward Snowden, who received the Sam Adams Award last year.

Wednesday evening’s Oxford Union awards ceremony included a rare video message from Edward Snowden, who congratulated Manning. He stressed that her work highlighted the problem of “overclassification”, where governments use state secrets privilege to withhold information unrelated to national security.

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Oxford Union President Polina Ivanova commented on the significance of Snowden’s video appearance in the ceremony honouring Manning. “The feel of the event and its participants’ speeches is best illustrated by Snowden’s closing words in the video – ‘It is for an extraordinary act of public service at unbelievable personal cost that we grant this award to Chelsea Manning’,” she said.

The Sam Adams Award is given to a US or UK intelligence officer dedicated to uncovering the truth, even in the face of breaking the law.

One of the awards panel, retired CIA analyst Ray McGovern, commented in a Radio Times interview on the conspicuousness of Manning’s absence at the awards ceremony.

“It is rather mysterious and rather amazing that three of our six awardees are not free. Bradley Manning, or Chelsea Manning, in federal prison, Julian Assange cooped up in the Ecuadorian embassy in London and, of course, Snowden in Russia unable to travel because the United States withdrew his passport, making him stateless,” McGovern said. “So we are beginning to wonder whether the Sam Adams Prize is a good thing to have when 50 percent of our [awardees] find themselves in some kind of confinement.” 

Members from the Oxford Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament demonstrated on Cornmarket hours before the Union awards ceremony. “We thought it was really important to have some presence on the street so people who live in Oxford and are passing through can have some information about what’s going on,” organiser Genny Bove told Cherwell.

The Oxford campaigners have joined national efforts to support Manning during her incarceration, including raising money for her Welsh family to visit her in prison.

One postgraduate said, “Having this event at Oxford is really significant; I’m glad the Union is providing such a high-profile stage to honour the achievements of whistleblowers and give them a voice when that’s unavailable in so many other places. Chelsea Manning has started a conversation we all need to be having.”

Review: American Horror Story: Coven

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★★★★☆

I am slightly concerned that American Horror Story has ruined all other TV for me. To illustrate my point, I will tell you that the finale of the third season, which aired in the UK on Tuesday at 9pm on FOX, opened with Stevie Nicks (yes I do mean THE Stevie Nicks) singing ‘The Seven Wonders’. I will go on to say that in the course of the episode five women died, three women were brought back from the dead, and a pair of mutilated eye-balls was returned to full health. And to be honest, it was a fairly tame episode compared to what had come before.

In the format of American Horror Story, in which each season, consisting of thirteen episodes, is essentially a complete reboot from previous seasons, complete with a different setting, different characters, and a variable cast, Ryan Murphy has found what works for him. It allows him to disregard entirely character development and continuity (which, let’s be honest, he’s rubbish at), and focus instead on pushing things as far as they will possibly go, and then saying ‘fuck it’ and pushing a bit further. It gives him space to throw three thousand elements into a melting pot and stir them into a host of crazy combinations, and then stand back and see what works. And what ‘works’ in American Horror Story: Coven, is actually quite a lot. 

What worked was the dazzling array of characters, most of them female, many of them morally dubious verging on pure evil, and almost all of them completely kick-ass. I personally fell in love with manipulative Fiona (played to perfection by Jessica Lange), the commanding Marie Lavau (played with power by Angela Basset), and the ever-eccentric Myrtle Snow (Frances Conroy). Kathy Bates’ talking head on a plate was also a high point. What also worked was the ongoing exploration of the mother-daughter relationship, which culminated in rather spectacular fashion in the finale, in a surprisingly touching moment between Fiona and her daughter Cordelia (Sarah Paulson). Their turbulent relationship has been one of the emotional linchpins of the series, a hint of reality and relatability in amongst the insanity of zombies, torture chambers, and eyeballs scooped out with melon ballers. (No, seriously, that actually happened.)

What works perhaps less well is Murphy’s rather blunt approach to racial conflict. I give him full marks for approaching the subject at all, and for bringing it to the forefront of the season, but sometimes his approach would have benefited from a little more nuance, and I wish that Queenie (the exquisite Gabourey Sidibe) had been given storylines that were a little less problematic. Another problem is that since, by the time we got to the end of thirteen episodes almost everyone had died once, and plenty of characters have died twice, by the finale any emotional impact to be gained from killing off characters had been squandered. This made for a finale which, while ultimately satisfying, didn’t pack quite as much of a punch as some of the earlier episodes.

But despite these flaws, I have loved this wonderful, insane, unspeakably excessive season. I’ll miss those witches, and the thousands of gif-worthy moments they created; fingers crossed for a fourth season with even more extraordinary hats. 

French Film: the original and best

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Paris has more cinemas per square metre than any other city in the world. With this in mind when I arrived in Paris last September to begin my year abroad, I promised myself that I would go to the cinema every Sunday evening to experience the best French fare. I haven’t quite managed to keep to this resolution and go every week, but I’ve been pretty good, and have regularly been in front of ‘le grand écran’. Having loved all the films I’ve been to see, I was set thinking of how unappreciated contemporary French cinema is in the UK.

Many never dream of choosing to watch a French film over a British or American blockbuster. Most people will have heard of a few famous old films, by Truffaut and Besson, but modern French films are adept at slipping under the radar, unless they can snag the attention of a big distribution company à la The Artist.

Of course I am biased, since I study French, but I do think it is a huge shame that we shun contemporary French cinema, or that we just don’t know about it. Is it because we are seduced by the cultural resonance of older French films? It is true that they reflect the turbulences of their time and were more exciting and controversial, playing with new, subversive themes alien to a prudish society. For example, Les Valseuses, a film by Bertrand Blier, shocked audiences with its bohemian flair and its daring take on sex.

French films from the past are also well known for the way they helped cinema evolve. The Lumière brothers invented cinematography in 1895 with their film L’arrivé d’un train en gare de Ciotat. The Pathé cinemas all over France also now pay homage to the pioneering Pâthé brothers who were once in the vanguard of film production and distribution. One can definitely say that, France paved the way for modern cinema. With the birth of ‘La Nouvelle Vague’, the middle of the 20th century saw actors such as Simone Signoret and Jean Seburg shoot to fame.

French contemporary cinema has a certain grace and sensitivity that the vast majority of American films lack. For example, the recent release Elle s’en va, starring Catherine Deneuve, was both romantic and funny, yet to call it a ‘rom-com’ would be to fail to do the movie justice. You get the impression that the film is not just trying to make millions, but to actually mean something to its audience. This might be partly explained by France’s domesticallyfocused film market, where, thanks to post 1945 protectionism quotas, there must be at least one French-made film shown in cinemas for every seven international films.

The French comic genre is particularly rewarding; the film that made me laugh the most in 2013 was Intouchables, starring Omar Sy and Francois Cluzet. Not only is it hilarious and heart-warming, but it sensitively shows how the tragic life of a paralysed man turns around after his carer teaches him how to laugh.

Similarly, Le Dîner des Cons, conveys a moral message despite being fully paid-up subscriber to the genre of farce. Otherwise, the comedy Mon Pere Ce Héros, starring Gerard Depardieu, develops a nuanced theme of a father-daughter relationship to a delightful conclusion. French cinema has an ability to portray substantial and highly moving themes without necessarily binding the film into within a so-called ‘serious’ genre.

French cinema has also long been shaped by its notorious interest in sex. La Vie D’Adèle, known in English as Blue is the Warmest Colour, highlighted this, portraying the lesbian relationship between Adele and Emma with unflinching realism. Although, it risked being pretentiously ‘arty’ at times, with closeups of mucus emerging from Adele’s nose and lengthy unedited conversations, it remained compelling throughout.

If you ever have a spare few hours, and you want to dip into a different culture, watch a French film – and make sure you see it through to the end. Watching some Truffaut or Goddard is a great way to witness some of the key moments in the development of cinema. Look past the difficulty of subtitles for, often, French film is more thoughtful, funny and compelling than your typical fare.

On a night out in Oxford

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Last week on a night out, I was groped. Now, I know what you might be thinking: this happens all of the time, why make a big deal out of it when so much worse happens on a daily basis. And you’d be right. Sexual violence is a pandemic, which 1 in 3 women worldwide will experience in their lifetime. In the grand scheme of things what I want to talk about may be a seemingly minor incident, but the effect it had on me was unexpectedly profound.  I would never hesitate to describe myself as a feminist and I’m all too familiar with the culture of victim blaming. When I see the Everyday Sexism twitter feed, I’m in awe of those taking a stand against their aggressors. If that happened to me, I say, I’d turn around and ask them why they think they can get away with it.

And yet. Itchy Feet is one of my favourite club nights, as it allows me to dance like an idiot to music which I can actually enjoy without consuming considerable amounts of alcohol beforehand. Last week was no exception, until, whilst jiving (at least, what I thought was jiving but would probably be best described as flailing), with my friends I felt a hand forcefully grab my arse. I swivelled round, shocked, but all I saw was a guy walking away towards his friends. However, my first thought was not whether I should go after him and call him out, or even I should go slap him, the prick. I froze. The first thing that went through my head after having someone I didn’t know invasively grab me without any kind of consent, was instead, What did I do to make him do that? Is my skirt too short? Am I dancing too provocatively? I stood still for a minute. I was dancing exuberantly, yes, but not in a way that anyone would consider alluring (as I said: flailing). My skirt was a modest polka-dot flippy dress and I hadn’t even been facing in the same direction as the tall guy in the stupid hat who I’d caught walking away. I felt a combination of disgust and shame, still conscious of his hand where he’d grabbed me. Then it suddenly dawned on me. This is not your fault, I remembered.

Why should it matter what I was wearing or how I was dancing? This guy had come downstairs, seen a girl dancing and decided, for no reason, to touch her inappropriately. He didn’t know me, he didn’t stay around to chat; he did it because he could. To him, I wasn’t a person who could feel offended by his actions; I was just a body, an object. I watched him nonchalantly buying another drink at the bar, still frozen whilst my around me people carried on dancing, oblivious. My friend asked me what was wrong and she listened, disgusted. Some people are so gross, she said.

What disturbed me the most was not what he did – I’ve been groped and harassed before, as have most of my female friends. No, what disturbed me was my own reaction to it. I, so against victim blaming and slut-shaming, I, who knows all of the statistics the facts, jumped straight to the conclusion that it was me who was to blame.

The Oxford University Sexism project recently marked its 50th entry since its inception at the end of last year and the OUSU Women’s Campaign has seen a huge increase in participation. Women – and men – are starting to rise up and say that no, we are not OK with this. It is not OK that students feel they are unable to walk home alone as soon as it gets dark. It is not OK that girls expect to get groped or followed around on a night out. It is not OK that talented students are belittled by tutors because of their gender. It is certainly not OK that victims of sexual assault feel that what happens to them is their fault, when the only person to blame is the person committing the assault. We all need to support these people and make sure they know this, because despite how informed you think you are there is always that niggling voice which whispers this is your fault