Thursday 18th June 2026
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Preview: Caucasian Chalk Circle

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Say the word “Brecht” in thespian circles and it’s often immediately followed by faux-sage nods and vacuous allusions to “alienation” and “the fourth wall.” On arriving at this preview I was already prepared to play the part, my mind replete with hastily consumed Wikipedia articles on epic theatre and the Berliner Ensemble which I hoped could be regurgitated in some semblance of informed coherence. I needn’t have worried: the cast I encountered in Magdalen’s Oscar Wilde Room were not concerned with such facade.

The scope of this play is its most thrilling characteristic, as it oscillates wildly between incredibly bleak human tragedy and guffaw-inducing satirical comedy. This heady mix had me transfixed even in the three short scenes I was party to, memorably at the point where the terror and panic of violent revolution was juxtaposed with an awkward proto-chick flick proposal scene.

The use of masked silhouettes and puppetry, as well as a klesmer-style score (composed by Roddy Skeaping), add an aura of mystique, absurdity, and tradition which help to reconcile the polarising emotional shifts.

In a play this all-encompassing, much is demanded from the actors. Luke Rollason (playing the male lead Azdak) and Constance Greenfield (playing Grusha) stand out as particularly impressive in a uniformly strong cast. What strikes you is the open atmosphere in rehearsals; everyone has thought deeply about their role and those of their colleagues and Lazar has encouraged these thoughts to be shared regardless of your importance in the plot. It’s being done exactly in the spirit of the collaborative ensemble acting which Brecht himself did so much to develop.

In short this play has the potential to make you howl with both laughter and tears, the term “emotional rollercoaster” doesn’t really seem to do it justice, and in realising this potent combination Screw the Looking Glass look set for yet another hit. This is not to be missed.

The Wahoo pair were right to question their treatment

On Monday the Tab weighed in on the controversy over an alleged incident of homophobia at Wahoo with an article entitled “An accusation should be treated as just that: An accusation”. I really wish they hadn’t bothered.

I don’t want to comment on what happened at Wahoo (the CCTV is still under review) but rather on the treatment of accusations of homophobia in this article. Dufton’s article seemed mainly concerned with attacking the two people involved for raising the issue of whether their treatment in the club was homophobic. Apart from anything else it was inaccurate, portraying them as being “willing to take the business to court, put its license at risk, and request relevant good will charity”, when in fact these were all suggestions or offers made by other members of the Student Union in support.

It seems obvious to me that the matter would be investigated with the club before any of these possibilities would be tried, which is indeed what happened. Similarly, the two students didn’t deal with the issue “through the student press”; rather it was picked up on and reported on by those involved in student journalism. All they did was share what seemed like a reasonable assumption (given the continuing problem of homophobia and accounts of witnesses) of a problematic incident with the student community in an online forum.

While one of them admitted subsequently to having unclear memories of the night, we all know that intoxication can complicate matters, and it doesn’t seem like there was any malicious intent on either of their parts. Dufton himself acknowledged that “in fairness, all parties concur that the pair were unfortunately not informed exactly as to why they were ejected”.  It wasn’t unfair, therefore, to think that this might have been due to attitudes to same-sex kissing.

Inaccuracies aside, my real problem with this article was the vitriol Dufton directed towards those willing to challenge potential incidences of homophobia and discrimination and those willing to offer support and help, misunderstanding or no misunderstanding. He called the willingness to question the issue “frankly disgusting”, called the students “culprits”, accused them of having “cried wolf”, and painted the club involved as a vulnerable victim of accusations. This is poisonous. Businesses like Wahoo are not the vulnerable parties in matters like this; individuals who might be at risk of prejudice and discrimination are. Neither the club nor the bouncer would ever have faced legal action unless there was proof of the allegation, and it is perfectly within the right of anyone unhappy with their treatment to challenge it. As far as I can tell from walking past Wahoo every night, their popularity doesn’t seem to have taken a hit either.

I’m fiercely proud that the student community at Wadham was so outraged by an *apparent* case of homophobia, so supportive and so willing to take action should it have emerged to be the case. The real result of all this, whatever actually happened, is not that Wahoo have suffered. Instead, it has been made clear to many people that homophobia won’t be tolerated by students here. The Tab article, on the other hand, discouraged people from calling out institutions and authority figures on potential homophobia. Anyone who read the Tab piece might think twice about challenging what seemed to be discrimination, if this is the kind of attack you might get in a public forum for possibly being mistaken. The message of this article was “sit down and shut up”, and it is that, not the behaviour of those it attacked, that was “frankly disgusting”.

Focus on: Austentatious

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Improvised comedy is a medium that’s fluid, spontaneous, off-the-cuff. In short, the exact opposite of a polished, carefully wrought Jane Austen novel. Austentatious first brought the two together during their smash 2012 debut at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Each audacious performance attempts to recreate a Jane Austen novel on stage, based entirely on suggestions from the audience. The cast of six are an eclectic mix of comedians, actors, and skilled improvisers, with experience as voice artists, members of The Oxford Imps, and writers for QI.

To start us off I ask the actors why they think improvised comedy and Jane Austen go so well together. For Andrew Murray, semi-finalist in the comedy competition So You Think You’re Funny, the answer’s obvious: “Austen is, genuinely, one of the funniest writers of all time. She’s got perfect timing and these days could have comfortably filled the O2.” Rachel Parris, ex-Oxford Imp, agrees about the timeless aspect of Austen’s writing: “the world she created is so recognisable that you can take it anywhere: when the improv takes you off to space, or to a gothic cathedral, or under the sea, the Austenian style still shines through.” Amy Cooke-Hodgeson, who recently appeared in the Olivier award-winning production of La Boheme, thinks the world she created is so recognisable that you can take it anywhere: “when the improv takes you off to space, or to a gothic cathedral, or under the sea, the Austenian style still shines through.”

Being in the show has gone from high to high, and Cooke-Hodgeson has loved every minute. “The show’s popularity has grown so quickly we have to keep pinching ourselves that we’re on a UK tour. There’s obviously the benefit of wearing pretty costumes and probably best of all, everyone in the team is a friend as well as a colleague.”

Cariad Lloyd, who has appeared in The Now Show agrees about the friendliness of the cast: “Doing the shows, I am very blessed to work with some hugely wonderful and absolutely hilarious people. At every show I stand at the side of the stage trying not to laugh my head off. It’s very nice to work with people you think are immensely clever, nice and talented.”

For all their nicety, there’s surely an element of risk involved in improv? I can’t resist asking if anything’s ever gone horribly wong. Cariad Lloyd agrees heartily: “Oh things go wrong all the time! Names get said wrong, characters get confused, plots get over plotted, but that’s the fun of improvisation – it’s a challenge and one the audience enjoy watching us struggle with”.

Rachel Parris qualifies: “Not completely wrong… We have had one or two that we felt didn’t go as well as we’d like. Sometimes things just take a turn for the weird, and you have to work hard to pull the narrative back on track, but usually it’s fine!”

Cooke-Hodgeson explains one recipe for disaster, “It is sometimes tricky when someone suggests a title of a real book written by someone else – we’ve had titles from Shakespeare, the Harry Potters, and Bronte.”

At least those titles are specific. For Parris, “The most tricky ones are the vaguest ones: things like ‘Wit and Vivacity’ or ‘The Grace of a Lady’ – it gives us very little to go on. The best ones are things with a clear, exciting idea: some of my favourites have been ‘Double-O-Darcy’, ‘Darcy and Bingley: Forbidden Love’ and ‘Mansfield Shark’.

Joseph Morpurgo, who has enjoyed two sell-out runs at the Edinburgh Fringe, remembers a particularly awkward audience suggestion: “Someone submitted one once in what I can only presume is a dead language.”

It sounds like a challenging career. So what can budding improv-comedians do to improve their chances at making it big time? Morpurgo thinks it’s as easy as one-two-three: “Get as much experience as you can, persevere, enjoy it.”

Amy agrees that experience is key: “Watch lots and do more! Improv is a constantly evolving art form and just when you think you’ve got the hang of it, you realise there’s loads more to learn and be better at. The best way of being better is to watch as much of it as you can and do as much of it as you can.”

Lloyd believes that even if you’re aiming for fame and acclaim, there’s no such thing as starting too small. “The only way to get better at this is to do it, rehearse with your group in whatever space you can find, and then put on shows. Our first show was to twelve people in a room that held fifteen.” And most importantly, have fun along the way – “you don’t need to rush at it, just enjoy making stuff up with people who inspire you.”

Austentatious is touring the UK all year, and will be in Oxford at the North Wall Arts Centre on Friday 4tlh April at 8pm.

Town v Gown boxing at the Oxford Union

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The fights

  1. Light-middleweight Blue Iain Holland (St Benet’s) OUABC Men’s Captain vs. Coventry: WIN 2nd round TKO
  2. Intra-club Lucinda Poulton (Queen’s) OUABC Secretary lost by split decision to Ellie Berryman-Athey (Corpus)
  3. Intra-club lightweight James Kerr (Worcester) lost by split decision to Ishman Rahman (Oxford Brookes)
  4. Welterweight Richard Beck (Somerville) vs. Coventry: LOSS split decision
  5. Light-welterweight Claudia Havranek (Magdalen) OUABC Women’s Captain vs. Sandy ABC: WIN unanimous decision
  6. Intra-club Lucy Harris (Jesus) lost by unanimous decision to Isra Hale (St Anne’s) OUABC Treasurer
  7. Light-middleweight Blue Conor Husbands (Teddy Hall) vs. Emeralds ABC: WIN unanimous decision
  8. Middleweight Jack Straker (Queen’s) OUABC President vs. Bath City ABC: WIN 3rd round TKO
  9. Light-welterweight Rowan Callinan (Christ Church) vs. Oxford Boxing Academy: LOSS unanimous decision
  10. Middleweight Mags Chilaev (St. Peter’s) vs. UCL: WIN split decision
  11. Middleweight Jack Prescott (Univ) vs. Oxford Boxing Academy: WIN split decision
  12. Intra-club Tony Besse (Trinity) won by unanimous decision against Michael Zhang (Lincoln)
  13. Heavyweight Steve O’Driscoll (Somerville) vs. UCL: LOSS split decision

 Notably there were 12 boys and 5 girls boxing for OUABC.

Why Israeli Apartheid Week matters

It was standing room only at this year’s Oxford Israeli Apartheid Week (IAW), the ninth to be held at Oxford University. Since the first Oxford IAW in 2005 – when Oxford students and academics initiated the first IAW in Europe – Oxford has been one of the most active contributors to a series of events now taking place across the globe. Hosted by the Oxford University Arab Cultural Society, Israeli Apartheid Week has brought together people of all backgrounds for a clear purpose: to further the analysis of Israel as an apartheid state and build support for boycott, divestment and sanctions (BDS) against Israel until it complies with its obligations under international law.

Where Israel was once able to commit its crimes against the Palestinians with impunity – hidden away from world’s media and defended by the world’s most powerful states – it now faces a broad and growing international movement demanding that it be held accountable for its actions. The basic analysis advanced by IAW is that Israel’s well-documented crimes: routine killings, house demolitions, forced population transfer and other violations of human rights are core elements of Israel’s system of institutionalized racial discrimination. The distinction in Israeli law between individuals based on their ethnicity is the basic legal means by which the rights of Palestinians – those in the West Bank and Gaza, those in forced exile and Palestinian citizens of Israel – are denied and abused.

Institutionalized racial discrimination of this type is defined as the crime of Apartheid in international customary law. The definition comes from the 1973 Convention on the Suppression and Punishment of the Crime of Apartheid, later incorporated into the Rome Statute – the founding document of the International Criminal Court.

In recent years, the view that Israel is guilty of practicing Apartheid has gained increasing unanimity across legal and academic communities. Both the current UN Special Rapporteur for Human Rights to the Occupied Palestinian Territories Professor Richard Falk and his predecessor in the post, Professor John Dugard, have provided legal analyses detailing how this Apartheid system functions. Many other prominent figures, including former US President Jimmy Carter have also brought attention to this. And this past December, the faculty members of the American Studies Association in the US voted to support the academic boycott of Israeli institutions.

Few have been more outspoken in their condemnation of Israeli Apartheid than South Africans themselves. Once fraternal allies with the Palestinians in the struggle for liberation, today South Africans are leading solidarity in the movement against Israeli apartheid. This week IAW was held in fifteen South African cities and campuses. Two years ago, the ANC passed a resolution declaring its support for the BDS movement. ANC Chair and former Deputy President of South Africa Baleka Mbete echoed similar comments made by Desmond Tutu and other prominent South Africans; that the situation in Palestine is not only comparable to Apartheid South Africa, but having witnessed it herself, she declared, it was ‘far worse’.

This year’s IAW approached these questions from a number of vantage points. Professor Ilan Pappé from the University of Exeter, in a session chaired by fellow Israeli historian, Professor Avi Shlaim (St Antony’s), addressed the continuing struggle of the Palestinian people. His lecture focused on the need for concepts like apartheid, settler colonialism, and ethnic cleansing, in order to illuminate the reality on the ground in historical Palestine.

Dr Abdel Razzaq Takriti from Sheffield University pointed to the particular responsibilities that Britain carries for building and sustaining Israeli Apartheid, and identified the meaning and importance of international solidarity to those struggling against colonialism and Apartheid. Dr Paul Kelemen from Manchester University, chaired by Dr Sudhir Hazareesingh (Balliol) described the enthusiastic role of the British left, for much of the 20th century, in supporting Zionist expulsion of Palestinians from their country. Referring to the left’s ‘history of a divorce’ with Zionism, Dr Keleman gave a further indication of the growing support for Palestinian rights in Britain.

While the racist logic of Israeli apartheid in essence is simple, its victims are diverse. Sami Adwan from Yarmouk refugee camp in Syria spoke of the precarious existence of Palestinian refugees living in exile and denied their legal and moral right to return to their homeland. On Tuesday Haneen Maikey, co-founder and director of al Qaws for Sexual and Gender Diversity in Palestinian society and Palestinian Queers for BDS described the experience of being queer under apartheid. She described the resistance of Palestinian queers to Israeli attempts at ‘pinkwashing’ and how the Palestinian LGBTQ movement has been working to mobilize across historic Palestine despite the range of legal and military obstacles.

The reality of Israeli apartheid described this week denies our common humanity, the Palestinian struggle for freedom and equality appeals to simple but noble ideals for which people have always fought. The call from Palestinian civil society for boycott, divestment and sanctions against Israel until it complies with international law, went out to all people of conscience and it is now time for it to be answered. This week, in the year of his passing, Oxford students once again renewed our commitment to the late Nelson Mandela’s statement that ‘our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians’.

Blues Hockey men face international test

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The Men’s Blues Hockey team take on the Great Britain Women’s team on Monday afternoon. This friendly match takes place at Iffley Road, and will be very useful for the Blues in their preparation for the Varsity Match against Cambridge at Southgate Hockey Club, on Sunday the 9th of March. 

The Blues, fresh from a triumphant title-winning campaign, will be looking for the likes of captain Rupert Allison and goalkeeper Michael Fernando to continue what has been scintillating form against the best female players this island can offer. 

The last month or so has been tumultuous for the GB women, with a training camp in the USA seeing the team draw with the US team, and they then won one and lost one over an evenly matched two games against New Zealand. The end of January also saw two high-profile retirements from the GB ranks, with Anne Panter and Natalie Seymour both hanging up their sticks. Between them the two players had amassed 182 international caps, so it will be a new look GB team taking on the Blues.

Following the match, the two teams will participate in a penalty shuttles contest, which will give Oxford’s players to practice in case the Varsity Match finishes in a draw. It is a great privilege to host the GB Hockey squad, and is sure to be a stern test of the Blues technical ability. No one is quite sure of what the result will be, but it is sure to be a great afternoon for OUHC.

Push-back is at 5pm.

The Blues team will likely be comprised of:

Michael Fernando

Oliver Sugg

Matt Wood

Paul Bennett

Jamie Parkinson

Sam Mallinson

Richard Barlow

Jon Appleby

James Arch

Rupert Allison

Duncan Graves

Oliver Lobo

Gus Kennedy

Tom Jackson

Sam Greenbank        

Tom Chadwick

Cameron Deans

Alex Stobbart

 

Cherwell Culture Tries… Sushi

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Though I can pinpoint any of Oxford’s kebab boutiques by a sniff at 10 paces, my experience of our city’s gastronomic wonders is essentially limited to a burger I ate out of the bin outside Purple Turtle one time. It tasted of ketchup and despair. When a young lady of my acquaintance suggested we go out for sushi, I therefore glanced up from my corned-beef-and-marmite sandwich with suspicion. “Isn’t that, like, dead fish and stuff?” I asked dubiously.

I do not have a sophisticated palate. My housemates commonly look on in
despair as I whip up a fragrantly spiced risotto then slather it in Tesco’s own-brand brown sauce. In effect, my nicotine-fried tastebuds only respond to three flavours: salty, ketchup and really salty. My date reassured me that
although ketchup might be in short supply, sushi was nothing more than salty
fishy balls. 

Nonetheless I took precautionary measures, wolfing down a healthy platter
of beans on toast to line my stomach for the hoity-toity culinary ordeal ahead. Repressing a beany burp, I strode grimly down George Street like a man on death row who has just learnt his last meal is going to consist of lukewarm lumps of octopus. To my amazement, the restaurant was called Yo! Sushi, with no apparent sense of irony. The cringingly cheery exclamation mark was
almost as cheesy as the punctuation belonging to emo poseurs Panic! At The Disco or rebellious punk popster P!nk. You’d never get away with marketing restaurants called Radical! Baked Potatoes or Whaddup Homie! Salad Bar.

My understanding of the sushi-eating process was based solely on that scene in Johnny English where he gets his tie stuck in the conveyor belt. I therefore sat very still with my hands by my sides, lest a tender part of my anatomy become entrapped in the vicious cogs and gears that presumably lurked below
the benevolently shiny counter. In general, I find that sitting very still with my hands by my sides is the best way to approach all social occasions.

Eventually, though, I had to bite the sushimi-flavoured bullet. I closed my
eyes and thought of Chicken Cottage, and reached for the chopsticks. With the encouragement of my date, I tentatively lifted a squid tentacle toward my mouth. Then I dropped it. This happened seventeen more times. The quivering appendage ended up on the floor, nestling in the turnups of my trousers, congealing in the hair of a passing waiter. “They do provide cutlery, you know,” my date said quietly as I retrieved the soy-soaked feeler from the lap of a pensioner sitting seven tables away.

Those salty morsels which did make it to my mouth (albeit via a circuitous tour of the restaurant’s floor, walls and ceiling) were undeniably delicious. I was expecting glorified minature tuna mayo sandwiches – what I got was a riotous and mercifully salty platter of seafood. But sushi is food for proper grownups and I am not a proper grown-up. Shamefaced, I reached for the kiddie spoon. At least no-one had given me a brightly-colouredplacemat to crudely deface with red crayon. Yet.

Culture Editorial: Translating The Untranslatable

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Yevgeny Yevtushenko once said, ‘Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.’ ‘Translation is betrayal’, announces another (‘traduire traditore,’ in the original Italian). These maxims hold some truth, although the first one could be phrased less objectionably.  

This kind of sweeping quip is wheeled out every now and then, as the opening gambit to a personal statement or on the covers of books about linguistic oddities that pile up on the tables of Waterstone’s in December. They reassure us of how different one people is from another; how unique our languages and cultures are and how intricately the two interact in some ephemeral, intangible way. They also act as excuses for translators: you can never reach the gold standard of a perfect translation, but it’s okay because your cultural boundaries are unbridgeable anyway.

My study of translation has been, by contrast, fairly concrete. After a while, my reflex when presented with a tricky sentence is to reach for my box of fairly banal tricks. Turn nouns into verbs to make it readable, add in a few more passives to make things sound English and dust with some commas for effect. The words reeled off in ‘Top Ten List of Untranslatable Words’ lose their sparkle as it becomes clear that, though an ‘untranslatable word’ may not have one exact equivalent in English, it can often be rendered perfectly well in three.

My unglamourised view of translation, however, has evolved in tandem with a fascination for the murky world that surrounds it. Walk into any lecture on literary translation and you will find the academic illustrating his or her point with thinly veiled attacks on the translator, or translators, du jour. It makes sense: people mentioned in lectures are rarely alive, so why not use the opportunity to get a dig in. Translation is a cannibal: a new translation of a text means that, by definition, the old one was deemed insufficient. To make room for the new you have to criticise the old, and the people best placed to criticise a translation are not the target audience, since they are capable of reading in the original. The effect is frustrating, as a popular translation does not have to be rigorous. A lecturer once commented that it is very rare that a person can write good prose which spans all genres and registers. So why try – and probably fail – to be a jack of all trades when it comes to translation?

The remark was a pointed reference to a contemporary pair of translators, but history is full of similar hubris. Constance Garnett translated 71 volumes of Russian literary works and single-handedly brought what are now classics to the English-speaking world: before her, Dostoevsky and Tolstoy were unknown to English speakers. Sadly, many readers were hard pushed to find any real differences between Dostoevsky and Tolstoy’s writing, since both sounded a bit like Constance Garnett. Her methodology was also lacking in areas: books were translated frenziedly and all at once while standing up at her desk, with any tricky phrases simply omitted.

So yes, translation probably is betrayal. But it’s easy to get bogged down in detail. Translation should be about making works attractive and accessible to a wider audience, and it’s here that Yevtushenko’s comment falls apart a little. If a beautiful and popular text becomes a beautiful and popular translation, this is surely the most faithful way of translating it.

Freddy the Fresher – 6th week Hilary

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“Occupation is a right! Occupation is a right!” 

The chants are coming from the megaphone Freddy is following, somewhat gormlessly, clad in a hi-vis jacket left over from a neon clubnight at Junction.

But this is no paint party. After the flooding of the Judas college waste facilities, the warden was left with ‘no choice’ (or so the round-robin email claimed) but to levy an ‘Emergency Maintenance Tax’ on all residents. Fever pitch was reached when the college bursar refused to ‘entertain the notion’ (or so the JCR President’s email said) of cancelling the EMT.

Judabites unanimously voted to boycott all paid college facilities and organised a series of protests. And so Freddy finds himself marching alongside the college’s radical activist core, lost within a sea of dreadlocks and berets, storming into the college hall.

The chants continue as they sit down atop the tables, scattering crockery and cutlery onto the floor. Freddy glances about nervously; he hadn’t expected to end up here. In fact, he thinks as he looks around, he barely recognises any of the other marchers. Most of them didn’t even go to Judas. Why would they care about the EMT?

“Scrap your bourgeois financial penalties and we will free this cathedral of capitalism! Until our demands our met, we will exercise our right to occupy!”

The kid with the megaphone is wearing Levi’s and an Adidas sweatshirt. Freddy vaguely remembers someone saying that he went to Charterhouse. On an impulse, he heads towards the door, and Megaphone Twat turns his attention to him.

“Leaving means supporting those fascist pigs! Scabs like you are part of the problem!”

Freddy mumbles something about having to “go to the library”, but it isn’t heard over the swell of boos that greet his departure. A glass explodes against the wall of the hall, just a couple of metres from his head (luckily the anaemic-looking protestors don’t seem very sporty).

Emerging into the sunlight, he is immediately caught by a Junior Dean who declares there will be harsh sanctions for students involved in the occupation.

“Did you really think this was the best way to get things done?” she asks, sternly.

“No,” Freddy responds, quietly. “All I wanted was to protest the extra tax…”

But she refuses tolisten. He trudges off alone, away from the noise of the megaphone.

Debate: Should colleges be selective about their donors?

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Yes

In a tongue-in-cheek guide for the newly-moneyed and ambitious arriviste, The Economist suggested approaching a London-based university to endow a centre or professorial chair in one’s name, as a potentially good way step up the ladder of respectability. “Oxford and Cambridge, being richer, are also choosier about whom they take their money from,” it explained sniffily. But in this age of austerity, such blithe certainties have vanished. 

Oxford is yet to face as much criticism for its financial arrangements as the LSE was by the revelations that it was receiving donations from the Gaddafi regime. But that does not mean we should not be troubled. The University benefits from its charitable status, and college development offices eagerly use the language of charity in their campaigns. But it’s worth remembering that, especially in the case of big donations, association with Oxford comes with a level of prestige beyond many other charities.

The University and colleges should take into account that many donations are offered in the hope of establishing the donor as a pillar of society, and that this opportunity will often attract the unsavoury. The current controversy is over a £5 million donation to St Peter’s from two senior officers of the Perenco, which is an oil and gas company. Of course, in the perpetual moral twilight of global capitalism, it’s hard for any source of revenue to emerge spotless from full scrutiny, but some industries are just too close to flagrant exploitation for us to be comfortable with. Oil companies like Perenco fall squarely within this category. Perenco is accused of causing environmental destruction and trampling indigenous rights in South America. Despite these accusations, oil company bosses still have the opportunity to lead prosperous lives in the capitals of the West, and the ability to seek the satisfaction of being prominent citizens. What we need to question is the role of our supposedly high-minded and progressive institutions, such as Oxford, in this.

Oxford has long benefited from money of ethically dubious origin. Merton’s first endowment came in the form of capital from manors worked by serfs, and the de Balliols would today be classified as warlords. Arguably, this money has been put to good use, but nevertheless we remain the beneficiaries of systematic exploitation – just as LSE students became beneficiaries of the impoverishment and oppression of Libya. Perhaps Saif Gaddafi would not have been allowed to donate to Oxford, but not taking money from brutal dictators is the bare minimum of a principled stand.

The University should recognise that its ethical responsibilities go beyond being able to sleep soundly, because a connection with Oxford confers considerable legitimacy on anyone.

Students should absolutely take part in that discourse, as many in the St Peter’s JCR have done, because if we seriously believe this university can make the world a better place, we need to start by deciding who exactly we want in our corner.

Conor Dinan

 

No

Donations to colleges from ethically dubious companies, directly or indirectly, are always going to be contentious. As in the case of the recent donation to St Peter’s by two senior employees of the oil company Perenco. However, any moral intuition that might lead us to believe that the simple acceptance of a donation of £5 million from two employees of Perenco is wrong is misguided.

There is a significant difference, between taking money from an organisation itself, such as Perenco, and appeasing an organisation by becoming less vocal about its wrongdoings, or granting it special privileges to promote itself within an institution. This is where the real moral quandary lies. But this risk can be managed by making sure college practice does not become distorted as a consequence of receiving money – not by flatly refusing the money in the first place.

Of course, some will say that there is something inherently wrong with taking money, and that this in itself legitimises the donating organisation’s activities. But if the college remains just as critical about the donating organisation’s activities as before, and there is no subsequent change to any of its dealings with that company, such as promoting its graduate schemes within college, it is difficult to see where the problem lies.

There are also practical issues with making colleges selective about whom they receive donations from. For a start, how could a college objectively lay out the parameters for who it takes donations from, such that it didn’t take sides in contentious political issues? For example, does it refuse donations from Israeli companies? If so, this aligns it with Palestine, which would potentially leave Israeli students feeling ostracised. Making moral judgements like this has the potential to make colleges less inclusive places for students. Furthermore, where should the line be drawn between an ethical company and unethical one? Almost every multinational corporation has been involved in some sort of ethically questionable practise, and so drawing a line on practises, such as tax evasion or the selling of fast food, leaves the risk of not being able to accept donations from anybody.

Lastly, it could be argued that to refuse donations puts colleges in danger of being far too idealistic in the face of financial reality. The money from the Perenco employees’ donation, for example, will go towards the renovation of the quads and facilities of the college. To argue against accepting such a donation on the grounds that it means the college tacitly accepts the company’s practice is subjecting it to a moral standard that comes at the expense of real solutions to urgent problems.

Of course being morally high-minded is not a bad thing, but there are more salient and pressing issues which colleges would be better getting involved with, that do not interfere with student well-being. Refusing donations may on the surface appear a good idea, but on closer examination proves problematic.

Samuel Rutishauser-Mills