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Oxford has second biggest bicycle theft rate in UK: numbers and effects

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Last year Oxford had the second highest rate of bike theft in the UK, with Cambridge first on the list, evaluations of ONS data have found. Oxford saw just under 8 thefts per 1,000 citizens in the period September 2019 to September 2020, while just over 18 per 1,000 were reported in Cambridge. Both of these numbers are above the average bike thefts of similar towns in the UK.  

Bar graph depicting the amount of bike thefts per 1,000 residents in one year in the period September 2019 – September 2020, in Oxford and similar areas Bristol, Cambridge and Reading. Source: ONS Data. Graph credit: Jennivine Chen and Matilda Gettins

Despite lower travel rates and a reduced student population due to COVID-19 restrictions, the highest amount of bicycle thefts occurred in central Oxford. There were over 220 thefts in the six months from October 2020 to March 2021. Oxford East and Cowley had around 90 reported thefts in this same period, and Oxford North and North East both saw between 60 and just over 70 thefts.

Bar graph depicting the number of bike thefts per Area of Oxford in the period October 2020 – March 2021. Source: FOI request. Graph credit: Jennivine Chen and Matilda Gettins

A member of the Oxford social enterprise Broken Bike Spoke Co-op, Sam, said: “I think the main cause of bike theft being so particularly high in Oxford is that it’s been established. My instinct would initially be because of all the students with cheap locks. But even without students here recently, it’s still a huge problem and happening loads. I can only think there’s a long established organised bike crime in Oxford as has been the case for years.”

A spokesman of Thames Valley Police force said: “Thames Valley Police take all reports of this crime type seriously and will investigate when such reports are made. Local officers conduct bike marking events for the public, details of which can be found on our social media channels before they take place. More recently, in 2020, the Police and Crime Commissioner successfully bid for funding from the Safer Streets Fund, of which some of this money will be dedicated to installing better street lighting, CCTV and dedicated cycle storage areas. The single biggest way for owners to reduce bike theft is to purchase robust D-locks and use them. Further tips and information on how to keep your bike safe can be found on our website.” 

An official council e-petition running from August to October 2020 demanded Oxford City Council take stronger action against bike theft. The petition said: “The council should take a much more proactive approach to finding solutions. Be that introducing better facilities for securing bikes in the city centre and/or making funding available for the police to properly tackle the problem. One should be able to lock up a bike in town for an hour or two without constantly worrying whether it will be there upon return. Enough is enough.” The petition received 180 signatures.

Cabinet Member for Zero Carbon Oxford, Tom Hayes said: “The Oxford Bike Crime Partnership, made up of the police, Universities, City and County Councils, has been working to improve the security of cycles in the city. Recent initiatives have included the installation of on-street cycle parking pods on some streets in east Oxford as part of the Safer Streets trial. Oxford is a cycling city, and the City Council wants to encourage this  form of green healthy transport alternative, illustrated by an additional 130 cycle parking spaces provided during the pandemic. Once the pandemic is over … the Council will look into the possibility of installing more high-security cycle facilities across the city.”

The median cost of stolen bikes in England and Wales is around £200, according to the Crime Survey for England and Wales, which can be a significant financial hurdle for bike purchasing. Cowley resident Suffia Hussain said: “I’ve three children, and it’s the initial outlay [on bikes] for me and them, and then helmets and any maintenance or repairs that gets expensive. And there’s quite a lot of bike theft in Oxford, I’m afraid to save up the money, get the bike and then have it stolen.” 

Oxford’s bicycle theft rates might also be preventing people from adopting sustainable transport methods like cycling, suggests Becci, Coordinator of the charity Cyclox. She said that of the 345 key workers for which Cyclox furnished bikes during the pandemic, 21% reported that they had stopped cycling prior to the project because their bike had been stolen. 

The Crime Survey also asks participants about the extent and type of the emotional impact to bikes theft. Around a quarter of participation said they were “quite a lot”, and around half said they were “just a little” emotionally affected. 79% reported feelings of annoyance, 55% reported anger and 26% reported shock. The Crime Survey, however, looks only at household data, and hence does not cover the experiences of students living in halls of residence.

Image credit: Jose Antonio Gallego Vázquez on Unsplash

Oxford Polish Society apologise for abandoning rubbish in University Parks

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Students from the Oxford University Polish Society have issued a public apology after rubbish was abandoned in University Parks last weekend. 

The society held a Presidents’ Drinks event at Parson’s Pleasure Bathing Place on May 30 after which litter was left overnight. Images, seen by Cherwell, were posted by a Facebook user on the society’s page showing plastic cups, pizza boxes and other litter abandoned on tables. 

Oxford residents criticised the littering of the popular green space, prompting an apology from the presidents of the society. Co-Presidents of the Polish Society, Igor Wasilewski and Szymon Gorczyca, posted an apology on behalf of the society on the Oxford Community Facebook group. 

In the apology, the Presidents “sincerely” apologised to “the whole community of the city of Oxford” for the “mess” that was left in University Parks. 

They said: “We are very disappointed in ourselves that we didn’t clean up and left all the rubbish in this public space. We intended to clean it up in the morning, but unfortunately this has been too late and we found the place already cleaned up. We do admit that we have forgotten the rules of decency and we promise this will not happen ever again.”

They added: “We are aware of how disgraceful our behaviour is and we are willing to face the consequences and do everything in our power to make up for it to the community of Oxford.”

President of the society, Igor Wasilewski, emphasised that the society is a community of students and asked people not to “transfer the feelings of disappointment and anger to the wider Polish community in Oxford”. He added: “The adults have had no part in this and we – the students – bear all the responsibility.” 

Members of the Oxford Community Facebook group praised the group for their apology with social media users commending them for coming forward and others suggesting that the group organise a litter picking or tree planting event.   

Wasilewski, Co-President of Oxford University Polish Society, told Cherwell: “We are sorry about not cleaning up, we regret what we’ve done and we promise this will not happen ever again.”

Image Credit: Stu Smith / CC-BY-ND-2.0

Anti-vaccine protest held during Oxford G7 Conference

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CW: antisemitism, mention of rape

Protesters marched through Oxford on Thursday to express their concerns about potential COVID-19 vaccination policy in light of the G7 health ministers’ summit, hosted by the University of Oxford from June 3-4th

Piers Corbyn, a vocal critic of the UK government’s coronavirus policy and brother of former Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn, spoke at the protest, telling the Cherwell that the protest’s intention was “getting arrests of people who are coercing anyone into vaccination because that is against the Nuremburg code, which includes all these health ministers.”

The Nuremburg Code is a ten-point ethical war crimes code created in 1947 enshrined in UK law by the 1984 Public Health Act, setting out standards that physicians must adhere to when conducting medical research on humans. The first point of the code is that patients must give voluntary consent when participating in medical experiments.  The Pfizer vaccine – the first to be approved by the MHRA – was tested on 43,000 people, with no serious safety concerns being observed. As of June 5, 41.9% of the UK population were fully vaccinated.

Corbyn said he wanted to prevent the government from “coerc[ing] anybody against their will or without full information into a medical experiment.” Corbyn was arrested in February on suspicion of malicious communications and public nuisance for comparing vaccines to Auschwitz in distributed leaflets. The protest also made comparisons to the Nazi regime, claiming that the G7 health ministers were “war criminals” in violation of the “Nuremburg Code,” and protestors expressing concern that the government would force unvaccinated children to wear “yellow stars” as a method of coercion.  

When asked for examples of coercion, Corbyn said, “If you’ve got a job and they say if you don’t get the jab you’ll lose your job that is definitely coercion. At lower levels, you won’t get promoted if you don’t get the jab. Your children, if they don’t get the jab or don’t wear a mask they’re going to wear a badge, and then they’re going to be ostracised.”

Currently, vaccinated citizens can use the NHS app to show proof of their vaccination status when travelling abroad, however the UK government has acknowledged that arrival countries may still require predeparture COVID tests or quarantines. There are currently no legal requirements for venues to ask for proof of vaccination, however venues can ask for proof if they wish, provided they do not break equality laws. The Prime Minister has previously floated the idea of vaccination passports for pubgoers. However, over 70 MPs have deemed vaccination passports to be “dangerous, discriminatory and counterproductive.”

Some protesters expressed concern about the safety of the vaccine. A man who wished to be known as Dave said he was protesting because “[the G7 ministers] are rolling experimental treatment out, it is not a vaccine by any means, and they are not telling anybody it is still in experimental phases. Most people maybe know that the trials haven’t finished yet and they’re not finishing until at least the end of ‘22 maybe ‘23 but no one is really being told this before they’re being vaccinated.” 

The Jannsen vaccine has joined the Pfizer/Biotech, Moderna and Oxford/AstraZeneca vaccines as being approved for use in the UK. Thanks to concerted funding and administrative efforts, these vaccines were able to reduce the waiting times to pass Phase 1, 2 and 3 trials in the space of a year. Pfizer’s phase 3 clinical trial for example, which began on July 27 last year, has had 43,661 participants to date. While the Pfizer vaccine was approved according to the safety protocols, Pfizer will continue to collect data on the vaccine’s safety and efficacy over the next two years. 

Protesters were also concerned that patients with vaccination side effects were leaving their symptoms unreported, sharing anecdotes about friends’ vaccinations gone awry. The government has a Yellow Card website where vaccine patients can report symptoms, however, they note that “the nature of Yellow Card reporting means that reported events are not always proven side effects. Some events may have happened anyway, regardless of vaccination.” 

Thursday’s protest marched from Cornmarket Street, past the Bodleian and to Mansfield college, where the G7 summit was meeting. The main discussion on the agenda how countries could prepare to boost their future pandemic resilience.Matt Hancock said that “Future diseases that spread from animals to humans are inevitable. The question is how we can be better prepared as a world so it doesn’t have the impact this one has had.” 

Corbyn was joined by figures from the political Right, including Jeff Wyatt, former UKIP parliamentary candidate who told the crowd “I’m unashamedly from the Right, Pierce is unashamedly from the Left.” 

Jennifer Wilson, a finance manager and mother of three, also spoke at the protest, claiming that the government “want to divide us. Look at all the people out here today; black and white, gay and straight, Left and Right, they want to divide us.”

Like most protests, there were many people with various aims. Gurcharan Singh from the Khalistan World Food Programme told Cherwell that “lockdown has played a key part in food shortages.” Singh said that “what the lockdown did, coupled with Bill Gates and his institution, is systematically destroying the harvest.” 

Singh’s claims that COVID is “a political agenda” are not alone. Many protestors spoke with mistrust about The Great Reset 2021 agenda set out by the World Economic Forum, claiming at various points that Charles Schwab created the pandemic, the WEF wants to see the destruction of humanity and that the UN was purposely starving nations. Perhaps all these claims can be understood by words from speaker Jennifer Wilson, who shared her frustrated that power was “concentrated in the hands of the very few.” 

Several women at the protest held signs inscribed with ‘My body, my choice,’ which has traditionally been used as a slogan used for abortion rights. Corbyn wore a badge that said “coerced vaccination is medical rape.” When asked how they felt about the COVID vaccine being compared to rape, a woman who declined to be named said she thought “it was just as bad.” 

Julie Guest, a member of the UK Council for Psychotherapy who runs her own practice, said she came to the protest to “stand for medical freedom and bodily integrity. Nothing is allowed to enter our body without our informed consent so to be able to give informed consent then we need accurate information, we need the truth, about the impacts of the side effects of vaccination.” 

Images: Angela Eichhorst

In Conversation With Dr. Robert Lefkowitz

Eight-year-old Robert Lefkowitz was a man (well, boy) with a plan. Inspired by his family physician, Dr Feibush, he knew he wanted to become a doctor.

“At a very early age, I decided I wanted to be just like this guy and I never wavered from that. In retrospect I felt that as a true calling, meaning something which I felt that, at a very deep level, I was destined to do. Not that I can explain why.”

Whilst Lefkowitz is now one of the most well-known names in the medical world, it isn’t for being a practising doctor. Sitting before me is a Nobel Laureate in Chemistry and one of the most cited researchers in the biological sciences. After completing medical school and some years of residency, Lefkowitz went from bedside to bench to focus on a research career. He was awarded the Nobel in 2012 for the discovery of G-protein-coupled receptors (GPCRs). GPCRs are molecules on the surface of membranes that enable communication between cells, and are therefore central to biological function. For example, one subset of GPCRs enables our response to the hormone, adrenaline. Another for responding to serotonin and so on.  Importantly, GPCRs can also be targeted by medication, and nowadays more than a third of drugs approved by the FDA target these structures first identified by Lefkowitz and his team. While he may not be seeing patients as he once envisioned, I’d say his career isn’t too shabby. He says it was an accident. 

“I had no intention of becoming a scientist,” Lefkowitz tells me. His first foray into research was one of necessity: a loophole that allowed him to avoid being drafted to Vietnam in the 1960s. 

“It was a very unpopular war. Nobody wanted to go over there – some for ethical reasons, some for moral reasons. Maybe they were cowards, I don’t know. Certainly, no physicians wanted to go because we, as a group, didn’t support the war at all. But there were very few legal ways around getting shipped out to Vietnam for a year. One of the few was to be drafted into the public health service because they had a number of positions here in the United States including some very sought-after ones at the NIH and the CDC, as examples.”

Armed with a strong academic record, Lefkowitz received a two-year Public Health Service Commission and began working at the National Institute of Health (NIH) after completing two years of medical house training. It’s safe to say he hated it. 

“I met with unremitting failure,” he states with a long pause, “and that was a new experience for me. I had never experienced sustained failure at anything in my life and I must say I think I got a little depressed there.”

In his last few months at the NIH, though, Lefkowitz had his first taste of success and began publishing in high-impact journals such as PNAS, Nature, and Science. However, it simply wasn’t enough to sway him from throwing himself into a senior medical residency at Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston. He had always loved clinical medicine, and his residency was no different. Six months in, though, he tells me he had an “epiphany”.

“I had this feeling something was missing. I was not as content as I expected to be. I had this feeling every day that there was something I wasn’t doing that I wanted to. I realised I missed the laboratory. I missed the day-to-day excitement of planning experiments, grappling with a scientific problem, analysing data, forming hypotheses. I realised I needed to change my career plans so that research played some role in my career.” 

From then on, Lefkowitz gradually incorporated more and more research into his career. After completing his cardiology fellowship, he started his own lab at Duke University. As he concludes, “the rest is history”. 

Now, Lefkowitz describes himself as a clinician-scientist, but I wonder whether his focus on fundamental concepts in molecular biology leaves much room for patient-centred thinking. 

“I think there’s a linkage. I have both MDs and PhDs in my laboratory. Many of the PhD scientists don’t have any overarching vision of human biology in an integrative sense. I really do think that the only way to get that is to go to medical school. Even though the research I do is very basic, fundamental, biochemical, cell-biological, biophysical, there are always clinical ramifications to it […] Now, did I set out specifically to develop drugs or cure any diseases? No. But I did have this abiding sense that if the kind of receptors I thought would exist and then proved did exist then If I could make headway in understanding them there would have to be therapeutic implications of that.”

Whilst Lefkowitz has certainly made a huge, albeit unintentional, clinical impact through his research, I ask how he feels about leaving his first calling behind. Was all that time (and stress) at medical school really worth it? He has absolutely no regrets.

“Becoming a physician was one of the greatest privileges of my life and the opportunity to care for people and relieve suffering … to me that’s the highest privilege you can have. 

“That said, the practice of medicine is not an innovative and creative enterprise. It’s set in stone and as long as you follow what’s set in stone you’re going to be ok.  What about research? Exactly the opposite. If you do anything the way anybody else did, that’s called confirming somebody else’s findings. You’ve got nothing original. You’ve got nothing to publish.

“So you have the difference between not daring to do it differently and if you don’t do it differently, you’ve got nothing. I think if you have a creative spark, if you have creative yearnings, if you have a desire to write the book rather than read the book, you’re eventually drawn to the research side of medicine.”

Whilst I won my primary school art competition (two years in row, no less), I imagine this isn’t the sort of creativity Lefkowitz is on about. Indeed, he says it’s all about the question – choosing a question and figuring out how to answer it. Or, indeed, whether it is even possible to answer it.

“There is probably no more important set of decisions that a scientist makes in their careers than what to work on. In the moment that you choose the problem, you are setting the upper limit of what you could ever achieve. Let’s say you choose an essentially trivial problem and you succeed at the highest level – you write a hundred papers, you define everything you possibly could about what you were studying. Nobody cares. You have a trivial question, you’re going to have a trivial answer. Nobody’s ever going to care.

“At the other end of the spectrum, you could choose a really important question but in general the more important the question is, the riskier it is, the more difficult to solve it is. If you go so far over in choosing a non-trivial, important problem that you’ve chosen something which neither you nor anybody else is going to figure out in fifteen to twenty years because conceptually we‘re not even in the place to even approach that yet, then you also fail.”

“The secret,” Lefkowitz tells me, is “to proceed as far as you can on the spectrum from triviality to importance. Without falling off the cliff in terms of whether it’s even doable.”

All this sounds pretty simple. In theory, at least. Choose something that’s important but not impossible. But how do you tell if something is important and if it’s even doable if it has never been done before?

Lefkowitz has clearly been asked this question many, many times (the downsides of winning a Nobel, I guess). He chuckles as he answers.

“You can’t! It involves having a certain sense of taste doesn’t it.”  Lefkowitz puts forward a neat analogy about going into an art gallery and being able to distinguish “a piece of crap” from “a work of art”.

He is unequivocal about the importance of mentorship in developing this sense of scientific taste, citing the prevalence of research lineages as evidence. 

“You learn from a mentor. Does that mean the mentor explains it to you? No, because nobody can explain this. You watch them for x years, live with them. In the laboratory you watch what they choose to work on, what they choose to put the emphasis on, when do they choose to give up on something, when do they choose to soldier on even in the face of repeated failure […] You gotta know when to hold ’em, and you gotta know when to fold ‘em.

“These are judgement calls nobody can write down the set of rules for, but if you watch a talented mentor month after month for several years you begin to internalise their value judgement system. I believe that this is precisely why we have lineages in science which are very important. That is to say if you look at the scientific category of people [who] have been very successful in science and you ask, ‘who did they train with?’ Nine times out of ten you’re going to find they trained with an equally or even more successful and important scientist.”

Lefkowitz points me to an article he wrote a few years ago in which he traced his own scientific family tree, and an impressive one it is indeed. Three Nobel Laureates spanning just four generations. He also traced the ancestry of eight other NIH clinical fellows, and it is really quite extraordinary. I can’t put it better than Lefkowitz: it’s “studded with superstars”. The fact one of his “mentees”, Brian Kobilka shared the Nobel with Lefkowitz is perhaps a testament to how important mentoring is to him. And this certainly comes across this evening, as he reads me an email he had just sent to one of his “scientific grandchildren”, congratulating him on his recent work. 

While this idea of a nurturing scientific community is certainly appealing, research is ultimately fuelled by competition. In his recently published (and brilliant) memoir, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Stockholm: The Adrenaline Fueled Adventures of an Accidental Scientist’, Lefkowitz conveys how unsettling fierce competition can become. Though he certainly sees the good in competitive spirit, he admits to me that research “is not for the faint-hearted”.

“There are some people in the scientific field who would have you believe erroneously that everybody behaves in a perfect fashion all the time, we’re all gentlemen and gentleladies and we’re all above the fray. And that is abject bullshit.

“[…] You name any important scientific discovery, the more important, the more intense the competitiveness. Why is that? Because it’s just part of human nature. Is it a good or bad thing? Within limits it’s a good thing because science happens more quickly than it otherwise would, because you’re driven by the competitiveness. The time when it becomes bad is when people are so driven that they steal each other’s data or do dishonest things, et cetera et cetera. Those things, fortunately, are rare but they do occur.”

Lefkowitz takes a moment to reflect on his own experiences in the race to determine the structure of GPCRs and touches on an almost ensnaring quality to discovery, perhaps offering a reason why some might take an under-handed route to success.

“When you make a discovery and you know you’ve made a discovery, it’s addictive. It doesn’t have to be a Nobel prize-winning discovery like a family of GPCRS. It can be some trivial little thing. But standing there in front of a counter or spectrophotometer or whatever piece of equipment it is, seeing the numbers come out and realising you’re the first person in the world to ever appreciate this tiny little thing. Wow. I mean that’s great, that really is. And that’s what becomes addictive.”

Lefkowitz has been in the research game for quite some time and we move to discuss how science has changed over this period, and even the last year during the pandemic. 

“Things are progressing exponentially faster. I’ve been in science [a] little over fifty years. When I look back on the first decade it was almost like a leisure sport compared to a frenetic baseball game today. It was almost leisurely compared to what we have today. I think things do move much more quickly. Granted it was not fundamental research, but the development of the Covid vaccines is dazzling. It’s one of the greatest triumphs of applied biomedical research in history.”

As a Laureate I had imagined Lefkowitz as having some degree of inside scoop on the Nobel. I ask whether the Covid vaccines had a chance of winning. Whilst he tells me he does not know more than the next person, he has clearly thought about it to some extent.

“There’s a shot. If a Nobel prize is awarded related to Covid it would not be to any of the people who developed the vaccines. It would be to the two scientists who developed the mRNA technology about a decade ago and had nothing to do with the covid vaccine. If that happens, you could make the case that it could happen this year, which would be unheard of. In a moment in 2020, that research went from backwater significance to kind of saving the world. It would not amaze me if they won the prize right out of the gate.”

Whilst Covid research has exemplified the power of modern science, I wonder what the future of research holds beyond the pandemic, half-expecting a non-committal answer about the vastness of human biology or perhaps a nod to Lefkowitz’s background in cardiology. As a neuroscience stan (is that embarrassing to say/admit?), I am happily mistaken. 

“I’m not a visionary. I know the things which I find the most fascinating, but they are so far from being worked out. The whole basis of neurobiology, of mind, the way the nervous system works … is just mind-bending.”

And on that somewhat prophetic note, Lefkowitz tells me he has to dash off to a meeting. I quit the Zoom call and have another look at his diagram of scientific lineages and wonder how long it must’ve taken him to map out.

Student Profile: Ellie Redpath

TW: Street-harassment .

FaceTiming Ellie, I’m aware I’m getting a glimpse into one of the most famous student rooms in Oxford. Having been featured in The Tab and the Oxford Mail, as well as having over 22,000 likes on Twitter, Ellie’s room went viral earlier this term – I can confirm that the fairy lights and ivy cascading down the walls makes for a gorgeous aesthetic.

Aside from having an eye for interior design, Ellie has been an incredibly involved journalist and student activist in her three years so far doing Classics at Oxford. Having started as a JCR Welfare Rep for Magdalen College, she has gone on to create the All in Your Head magazine, allowing a space for discussions for mental health, as well as re-starting and chairing Woman’s Campaign. She has lobbied colleges, the university more widely and spoken out for what she believes needs to change in Oxford.

I start the interview by asking about how she became so invested in mental health activism at university: “I’d say what really started me off was doing welfare at my college – that was the first position I took on since arriving in Oxford. In my first year, I wasn’t really involved in other extracurricular stuff, but after doing welfare, I realised that there is a lot of work that needs to be done in Oxford and so much ends up resting on JCR welfare reps who often aren’t equipped to deal with it all.”

Ellie further elaborates on the disparities she noticed in that position: “We don’t particularly talk about how marginalised people go through mental health issues, and how we know discrimination can impact upon mental health. I’d say that’s what really inspired me to create a space to talk about that, and use that to lobby the university to actually take that into account, diversity the counselling service and actually commit itself to making Oxford a better place for everyone.”

I respond, “So is this when you started the mental health magazine, All In Your Head?”

“Yes so, I started the mental health magazine because there wasn’t actually one in Oxford, and there was in Cambridge. I just felt it was a hole that hadn’t been filled yet in terms of journalism. I also wanted to make it really accessible because I think a lot of students, especially freshers, come to Oxford and feel they aren’t a good enough journalist or writer to get involved – I wanted it to be a free space where people could submit things easily. The editing was quite light touch as well, we just really wanted it to be a place where people could get their authentic thoughts out. In welfare as well, it is very much focussed on how to get people into a better space. But I wanted a place for people to just be able to talk about their experiences.” Ellie laughs at this point and goes on, “it’s an overused phrase, ‘oh we need to talk about this’, but I do believe it’s still needed – a place to talk about more stigmatised mental health issues and how universities can be better.’

I ask further about the process behind starting up Women’s Campaign at the Student Union again. Ellie excitedly gushes about her experience with campaigns, “I was on Disabilities Campaign before the pandemic, and when lockdown started, I just really got into writing and also student activism beyond welfare – Women’s Campaign had faded by this point and I just felt it was a really important voice. Of course, It Happens Here does some amazing work regarding sexual assault, yet I thought it was really important that there be a fully intersectional feminist branch of the Student Union to deal with issues beyond this. So, I got in touch with Alex Foley and submitted a motion to set it up again. Honestly, I have been blown away by the engagement and I’m just so happy with how it’s going.”

“What is the one thing you feel you have learnt being involved in student activism at Oxford?” Ellie pauses and then reflects, “I guess the one thing that comes to mind is that change is a lot harder to make than you originally think it is going to be – which isn’t the most inspiring thing for me to say.” She smiles before continuing, “but often, being at Oxford, the university has very entrenched views about how things are supposed to be brought about. Like just a couple of months ago, I sent an email to the Ambassador at my college asking for some lights in this very dark area of college and he told me it would take seven years to make this happen! I think you get involved and you think oh wow this is going to take work, but it also makes it more rewarding in a way because you know that change is necessary and you’re the one who is actually working to make that happen.’

She excitedly adds on – “this is especially true with Reclaim your Story Oxford”.

Reclaim Your Story Oxford is Ellie’s latest project, calling on people to submit testimonies of street harassment in public spaces in Oxford. When asking about where the project originated, Ellie goes on to say that it started with the death of Sarah Evarard earlier this year that “just brought this outpouring of grief among women and people who are affected by misogyny who have been afraid when walking out late at night.” She goes on to reflect on the stories that are similar, that have not gotten the attention or press coverage they deserve due to other forms of inequality and oppression, and that growing sense “that something had to be done.”

I begin to ask if students want to get involved, and Ellie just brightens up with the biggest smile and saying ‘honestly, just message in and say hey, I’d like to help – my inbox is very open!’ She talks also about hoping to spread the word to students through JCRs and social media in the hopes that everyone who wants to take part in All in Your Head, WomCam and Reclaim Your Story can.

If you would like to get involved you can reach out to Ellie directly or contact WomCam by email [email protected] Facebook or Twitter. To hear more about or get involved with Reclaim Your Story, the project can be found on Instagram.

Protests, Politicians, and Plants: The G7 Health Summit in Oxford

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Mansfield College hosted the G7 Health Ministers’ Meeting on the third and fourth of June.  Chaired by the UK Secretary of State for Health and Social Care, Matt Hancock, the summit saw the health ministers of the G7 nations (Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, the UK and the US) discuss global health issues which would feature on the agenda of the G7 Summit in Cornwall. South Korea, India, Australia and South Africa also participated virtually as guest nations.

A marquee was erected in Mansfield’s main quad to accommodate dining, since the dining hall was being used to host meetings. In an email sent to Mansfield students, Principal Helen Mountfield QC advised that students who lived off-site “may prefer to avoid travelling to the main site” at all over the period. 

In order to prevent the transmission of COVID-19 to attendees, staff were required to take a daily COVID-19 test. Visitors were also expected to have tested negative. The email also said that attendees would be kept “as separate from College members as possible”.

Despite these efforts, Mr Hancock was challenged by a student over the long waiting times trans people in the UK experience waiting to receive medical interventions. NHS Guidelines advise that patients should not have to wait longer than 18 weeks to receive treatment after being referred by their GP. In January 2020, the average wait lasted 18 months, and over 13,500 people were on waiting lists for Gender Identity Clinics in England.

The Health Ministers said that the pandemic highlighted the need for a “broader and longer-term view of public health” to improve resilience against future outbreaks. They also acknowledged the disproportionate impact the pandemic and control measures had on women and girls, including the “intensification of gender-based violence”.

They also discussed measures to combat antimicrobial resistance, regulatory frameworks for clinical trials, and how digital healthcare systems and data could improve healthcare.

In Oxford, several protests were held to coincide with the meeting, with a variety of agendas in mind.

Protesters from the People’s Vaccine Alliance staged a protest on Broad Street to call for G7 countries to waive the intellectual property rights to COVID-19 vaccines, which would allow laboratories unaffiliated with pharmaceutical developers to produce their own doses. President Biden has expressed support for the measure, and 100 non-G7 countries have demanded a temporary waiver of intellectual property rights.

Anna, a PhD student studying COVID-19 infection said: “We need to prevent a repeat of the AIDS epidemic, where thousands of lives were lost despite prophylactics and medication being available.”

A communique released after the meeting said: “We emphasise our support for global sharing of safe, effective, quality and affordable vaccine doses including working with COVAX when domestic situations permit. We affirm our support for efforts  strengthen supply chains and boost and diversify global vaccine manufacturing capacity, including for the materials needed to produce vaccines, including by sharing risks, and welcome the vaccines technology transfer hub launched by WHO. We recall in this regard the Charter for Equitable Access to COVID-19 Tools and welcome the commitments made in the G7 Foreign and Development Ministers’ equitable access and collaboration statement.”

Extinction Rebellion also staged a protest outside the Clarendon Building. They were joined by Doctors for Extinction Rebellion. The campaigners called on the G7 to address the impact of climate change on global health, including the spread of malaria, heat-related death and malnutrition.

The Health Ministers’ communique said they supported the One Health approach, in which “human, animal, plant and environmental health are linked”. It continued: “As health ministers, we will continue to work with environment, agriculture and other relevant ministers recognising the links between the health of humans and animals (both domestic and wildlife), biodiversity conservation, ecosystems and climate change, and the need to protect human health including through food and water safety and security, as well as from hazardous chemicals and air, water and soil pollution and contamination.”

Another protest against lockdown and vaccination policy was also held to coincide with the ministers’ meeting. Speakers included Piers Corbyn, and Jeff Whyatt – a former UKIP parliamentary candidate. Some protesters argued against lockdown measures and a proposed vaccine passport policy, while others cast doubt over the safety and efficacy of vaccines.

Confidence in a vaccine was another public health issue discussed at the conference. “We also recognise the importance of vaccine confidence, and the severe risk posed by misinformation and disinformation about the importance, safety and effectiveness of vaccines on the acceptance and uptake of COVID-19 vaccines and other vaccines around the world. We commit to build confidence in science and provide timely, clear, coherent communication from different levels of government,” the communique said.

The meetings ended with a tree-planting ceremony in the Botanical Gardens. Ten sakura cherry trees were planted, one by each G7 representative, a local Chief Nurse, a representative of the WHO and of global health staff. Sakura cherry trees were chosen because in Japan, they symbolise the finite nature of life, as their pink blossoms bloom for a couple of weeks a year.

The Chief Nursing Officer at Oxford University Hospitals, Sam Foster, said: “It is a great honour to be asked to plant a tree to remember all the dedicated nurses, doctors and other healthcare professionals who have cared for people with COVID-19 – including those who have lost their lives during the pandemic.

“We must never forget the contribution which every member of health and care staff has made during this time of unprecedented challenges for the NHS and globally.”

Vice Chancellor Louise Richardson said: “Oxford University is honoured to have Health Ministers and is very grateful for this gesture of commemoration for those who have lost their lives. Planting beautiful trees in our ancient Botanic Garden is a powerful affirmation of the health-giving properties of nature itself and will be a source of reflection for generations to come.”

The Nordic Inheritance and the Power of Myth over the Modern Imagination

For a historian who has made every effort to avoid studying the early history modules, Prime Video’s Vikings was perhaps a surprising viewing choice. Although the show has a 93% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, I was also surprised at the number of people who were watching it and giving it glowing reviews; Nordic history, after all, has been done and redone in the arts. So what was it about the show that was attracting such a following? And why is film and television inspired by mythology often a guaranteed success for entertainment companies? Talking to others who had watched the show, their appreciation for it ranged from interest in the time period to because it was “f*cking sick”. The general consensus, however, was a sense of awe for the pagan mythologies that have survived Christianity to trickle down into the western imagination for generations.

It occurred to me that I was living in the answer. As always, and even more importantly during these unprecedented times, film and television fulfils its escapist function. With our lives characterised by screens of every size, and operating within an oppressive cycle of sleep, work and eating, Vikings offers an unapologetically earthy alternative to the rigid monotony of online work. With 84% of the UK population residing in urban areas, earth is hard to come by; the wild, Romantic landscapes of Scandinavia featured in Vikings are therefore a welcome contrast to the concrete which saturates our views. Most of us have not left our localised radii of existence for almost a year, a situation which only our screens, acting as portals opening onto different places in the world, can remedy. Thank God for the creative industries: without them, the four walls which enclose us would be insurmountable.

The ‘classics’ to which the Norse myths belong – as much as they describe fundamentally alien notions of power, justice and morality – are also about familiarity. The differentiated cast of characters that they feature, replete with flaws, feel comfortable, almost like the powerful protagonists of proto-sitcoms; ‘modern takes’ and ‘revisitations’ revel in locating these archaic characters in inherently modern situations in order to provoke a predictably exaggerated response from them. The recycled tropes that characterise American sitcoms in particular – the fake tan gag in both Friends and The Big Bang Theory, as well as the well-trodden ‘visit to the hospital’, and the ‘drunken marriage’ – are not just lazy writing; they put the amplified idiosyncrasies of their characters on full display in the most fertile environments. Norse mythology – with its colourful spate of figures resembling the versed clichés of television – is a potential source bank of caricatures, which a contrasted modern setting can bring out to the max.

Modern taste has its own mark to leave on the classics in return: the ‘underdog’ trope. Ragnarok – a Norwegian fantasy series focusing on the tense relationship between 21st century versions of Thor and Loki – directs much of the audience’s attention to the clumsy antics of the former’s teenage struggle with his superhuman powers as he tries to navigate the awkward space and growing pains between human and superhuman, as well as child and adult. The series scores bonus points for taking place in a high school, the historical breeding ground of exclusive cliques; whilst Loki excels in this environment, Thor is cast as the ‘quiet kid’ who befriends the school outcast. Vikings, set in the overlap between the 8th and 9th centuries, allows its protagonist – Ragnar Lothbrok – to operate effortlessly in his natural environment, with all its concomitant peculiarities. Fearless, cunning and ambitious, he expands to dominate his homeland until, hungry for more, he embarks on an expedition to England, as a result of which the Vikings’ infamously ruthless reputation is secured for posterity.

The popularity of Vikings is in large part due to Ragnar, who ticks off just about every Viking stereotype in the popular imagination. Amid noisy debates about the glaring incompetence of politicians in response to the worst public health crisis of the 21st century, Ragnar’s character emanates confidence, intelligence and skill, qualities demonstrated in his deftness in the power play of politics and constant ‘one-upping’ of his rivals. The fascination of modern audiences with Ragnar is above all a fascination with bygone styles of leadership. In the 21st century, Prime Ministers and Presidents are met with derision, rather than awe; they are immortalised not through sagas and myths, but scathing political cartoons. Today, Ragnar’s violent rhetoric might be mercilessly picked apart by the traditional media and Twitter users alike – but set in its impressive landscape of fur capes, braids and axes, it both rallies and terrifies; Ragnar’s ascension to the pantheon of Norse heroes becomes all but an inevitability.

In the 21st century, the warrior cultures promoted by mythology have not disappeared but been tamed to fit in the virtual realm. Video games such as Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla and God of War offer the possibility to revisit strongpoints of traditional masculinity rooted in a mythologised Nordic past. Both these and Vikings ultimately offer a cathartic experience: immersion can provide release from the pressures of everyday life, and the opportunity to vent pent-up frustration. Of course, there is an argument to be made for a voyeuristic psychology. Vikings has its (predictably) fair share of violence, peppered with the occasional ‘blood eagle’ execution; video games situate the player among the blood and gore, giving them the power to kill at will. Fans of either, however, do not psychoanalyse their immersive experiences; to them, such screen-based entertainment is simply a deliverance from the here and now.

Given Hollywood’s penchant for blockbuster, it comes as no surprise that the fatalist, end-of-world storylines of the Norse myths have been catnip for Marvel, with its favourite theme of overcoming significant odds and mighty foe to ultimately save the universe. The inclusion of Thor in the Avengers – the guardians of our world in the MCU – is an amusing nod to one of the original functions of the Norse gods: to act as intermediaries between the people and greater, arbitrary destructive forces. The pointedly named Thor: Ragnarok film pits Thor against his half-sister Hela, the Asgardian goddess of death, providing slick action scenes as well as a dip into the Spartan family dynamics of the gods. Family and death: Norse mythology captures primary human preoccupations, with its resulting stories persistently inspiring popular culture.

Historians and classicists often conclude explanations for the enduring hold of pagan mythology with grand, sweeping statements about the timelessness of their characters and the inherently human substance that we share with them. The reverse, however, is also true; they are just as fascinating because they resemble us, yet are fundamentally different, separated by years of cultural change. With the new Loki series recently announced by Disney+, we can only wait and see where the Nordic inheritance takes the future of entertainment, and how the screens adapt it in return.

Artwork by Rachel Jung.

BREAKING: Molly Mantle elected President of the Oxford Union, REACH slate wins all major positions

Molly Mantle of the REACH slate has been elected President of the Oxford Union for Hilary 2022, winning 402 first preferences and 53.4% of the vote. Mantle was Librarian of the Oxford Union in Trinity 2021. Over 30 people attended the in-person announcement of Oxford Union results, with tense excitement filling the courtyard as candidates, members, and committee waited for results. Voter turnout for the otherwise online election was 819 votes cast.

The results for the other three major positions are as follows:

Librarian: Rachel Ojo, with 350 first preferences

Treasurer: Ahmad Nawaz, with 350 first preferences

Secretary: Ananya Chowdhury, with 402 first preferences

This marks a victory for the REACH slate. Slate pledges included creating an independent sexual assault reporting system, and to reduce membership fees. They also pledged to introduce cheaper ball tickets for non-drinkers. 

OPEN, the main opposing slate, pledged the creation of an ‘online members area’, whereby alumni and current students could watch events and interviews that would not be shared on Youtube, alongside launching a multi-term ‘decolonise the Union’ project.

Those elected to Standing’s Committee are: Naman Gupta (REACH), Theo Sergiou (REACH), Ambika Seghal (OPEN), Manuel Fieber (REACH), Charlie Mackintosh (OPEN).

Those elected to Secretary’s Committee are: Matt Jarvis (OPEN), Alex Fish (REACH), Matt Barrett (REACH), Ahmed Abdul-Majeed (REACH), Jacobus Petersen (OPEN), Lucy Banks (OPEN), James Bromfield (OPEN), Joshua Chima (OPEN), Maddy Colbourn (REACH), Chi Okafor (OPEN), Jen Jackson (OPEN).

Image Credit: REACH

Review: Home Fires

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The setting of Paper Moon’s one woman play is simple; a single chair and a stool, sparsely lit. As the play unfolded, I began to feel the stool was like a second chair itself, filled by the ghost of the show’s second, absent character, the speaker Marie’s mother.

‘Home Fires’ takes place in the wake of Marie’s father’s death, as she plays out a conversation with her estranged mother in her head, seeking understanding and a sense of resolution. The minimalistic staging belies the complexity of the play, which touches on a variety of issues including family and inheritance, houses and homes, the ties that bind us and the chasms that divide us. Writer and director Maya Little has created something at once intimate and engaging, with beautifully crafted language and a powerful use of silence. The monologue finds the balance between conversational and poetic, with Little’s use of imagery to invoke emotion particularly striking; struck by grief, Marie finds herself ‘walking around like a burnt shadow’, for example.

Actor Georgie Dettmer truly completes the piece, breathing life into Little’s words and excelling at the complex job of performing two characters — both Marie, and Marie’s mental construction of her absent mother. The two voices are clear and distinct, with Dettmer fluidly switching between them, particularly in the snappy back-and-forth dialogues where Marie envisions herself arguing against, or playing meaning-infused word games with, her mother. Dettmer provides a soft vulnerability infused with pent up frustration which is released in controlled bursts of tension as Marie attempts to come to terms with why her mother has made certain decisions in life, such as claiming the house which was her daughter’s inheritance. ‘Mother I am trying to come back to you’, she cries at one heart-wrenching moment of emotional release.

Every aspect of the show was defined by attention to detail. All of Dettmer’s movements were controlled and carefully blocked; from walking across the stage to crossing her legs and the little touches of her hands, each had a sense of purpose. Accompanied by judicious use of props — the chair and stool, a water glass, and folded list — this meant every little motion was imbued with meaning. This simple staging allowed Little’s words to shine, particularly when the writing slipped into more poetic language. At times the dialogue felt a little repetitive and heavy-handed, with the show suffering from a slight second act lag which could have done with some further streamlining, but I was so caught up in Marie’s narrative I barely noticed.

Paper Moon also provided an enlightening post show talk with Dettmer, Little, and producer Jade Yarrow, which was particularly revealing about the process of creating ‘Home Fires’. Working closely together, the writer and actor shaped the play from intimate conversations, scrapbooking, and creative exercises — their collaborative vision and visual thinking being reflected in the marketing of ‘Home Fires’ as well as the masterfully woven finally product. As the post show talk proved, this was a truly collaborative process and one in which every team member provided something valuable.

I must confess that when I purchased my ‘Home Fires’ ticket I was slightly concerned about watching yet another online play in these days of relative freedom, but the performance more than made up from missing out on the sunny weather or pub trip. Following the success of ‘Spoon River Anthology’ earlier this term, Paper Moon’s latest production has proved their talent once again. Indeed, after the play ended I found that I, like Marie herself, was left with the ghost of a voice in my ears. It’s a voice that will linger there for a long, long time.

Image Copyright: Freya Hutchins.

Sticky

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My year threes are planning a coup. 

This is a fair assumption to make, I think. Sitting in the window of the staff room, watching a lazy May wasp drift in circles above my head, I can see them plotting in the periphery. Congregating on the playground, clutching at each other with sticky little fingers. Hushed glances at me, though there’s no way they can see me in the glare of the sun, not when the staff room is dark and cool. Small mercies. At the head of the classroom I always feel so exposed. 

5 minutes left of break time. I’ve been asked why I chose to become a teacher, and it’s not a question I have an answer to. I like children, I’m good with children, I will never have children. It precludes favouritism, at least. The wasp lands on the rim of my mug, probing delicately at the gluey honey. I have a cold coming on; I was on that playground only thirty years ago and now I’m the dispenser of common wisdoms, the drinker of honey and lemon, the elder to be eyed balefully and plotted against. 

In the classroom it soon becomes clear who the nexus of this little coup d’etat is. My teaching assistant is handing out rulers and sugar paper the colour of a summer storm (You may want to do something more involved, she said to me earlier; there’s a lot of restless energy in the classroom today, I don’t know what it’s about.) as I write 3D shapes on the board in wide, child-friendly script. There’s something brewing, that’s true. Hushed voices, little laughs that escape sucked-in cheeks like

blown raspberries, producing yet more giggles in response. At least they’re enjoying themselves, I say to my TA when she comes up beside me with a crumpled packet of Extra and a furious look and a chewed up glob of gum lodges in the back of my hair. 

I turn. 

Find it with my fingers. 

It’s sticky and hot. 

I feel like a teenage girl again. There are crayons all over the floor; they radiate outwards, not so much indicating as illuminating the culprit, the ringleader, the queen bee. Everyone around her is flush with quiet fear, alternately looking between themselves and at me. Sophie just tilts her soft chin. 

Was this you? Asked directly, though that’s not the way to do it, but that hot storm hanging in the air has found its way to my blood, tapped in through the back of my skull via a little piece of gum. No, she says, with a smirk that says, yes. 

A hush in the air. The TA, aside, maybe we should— 

Continue with the lesson, I tell her. Sophie—staff room. Now. 

She has no explanation for it. None. She sits in utter silence, watching earlier’s wasp dip and dive in hexagons around her head, as I tap the tip of my biro and notice a jam stain on her pinafore. My throat itches. I have no honey and lemon left. 

I’m not going to waste the rest of the class’s time, I tell her. You can sit here and think about your actions, and at the end of the day your mum and I will have a chat, okay? She just sits there, blinking big, blue eyes at me. Tory blue. Her mum will arrive in the Merc, Hunter wellies swinging out onto the gravel, long legs in expensive jeans… 

I cut the gum out of my hair in the staff bathroom using leftie safety scissors, yellow and green, blunt so it’s more like a hack job. Then I take my phone out and call Caroline: Ten minutes ago your daughter stuck gum in my hair. 

Nice to hear from you too, she breezes. I wish it was a Wednesday. 

Wednesdays— 

Wednesday afternoon is games, always, the children ushered out of my care and into rounders or football for the rest of the day. It’s time I ought to spend marking, planning, cutting out templates and making powerpoint presentations. I try it, sometimes, sheets in a pool around my thighs and laptop panting with effort, but I don’t like to do it in front of Caroline. She winds herself around me and comments, scrutinises, runs her fingers down the side of the keyboard. 

I am fucking a Mother. Capital M. Woman’s Most Natural Career. 

So, on Wednesdays, I leave school. I drive through country lanes. I unfold myself in an expensive bedroom. I have her number saved in my phone: she texts me things like Come for two, lunch is overrunning or Richard is home today. Sometimes she thinks I’m someone else and sends me Whatsapp chains, political jibes I earn too little to get. She doesn’t apologise, but I know they’re not for me. Just as I know never to add an X to my eager, pathetic response. 

I don’t recall how it started. One day we were studying each other over a Pritt Stick-sticky desk, I just wanted to check in, see how Sophie’s settling in with the class, it’s so hard when you move out of the city and I’d like her to have friends here, you see, I’d like her to be happy, and the next it’s dirty words and hot breath in my ear, something rare and disgusting about it, something that makes it hard to look in the mirror. 

She won’t do it again, Caroline says, firmly, that afternoon in the staff room. Will she? Sophie looks at her mother, quails, shakes her head. This isn’t what I wanted, she mumbles. Caroline is wearing a blazer, big shoulder pads, black. I was right about the wellies. What did you want? I ask, out of curiosity. She doesn’t answer. They leave. Tomorrow is Wednesday. 

I am picking my clothes from the floor on a Friday evening (She’s out, Caroline breathing into my neck, she’s at a friend’s down the road, it’s fine, just fuck me—). I have nothing better to do. I have been absorbed—June is crawling at my skin—I’ve started putting Xs on my messages— I’ve started kissing her goodbye— 

Mummy, Sophie says, and Sophie is in the doorway, looking at us, looking at that fragment of kiss still lingering on our lips, fully clothed but painfully bare, now, now she knows— 

She’s six but she has a father, a man who kisses her mother goodnight each night, a man who commutes every day and goes to dinner every Friday without his wife, a man I am not. We learnt about love on Valentine’s Day. As much as we could. (Not that this is love.) 

Sophie runs. I follow. 

I find her in the garden, where it is beginning to rain, fresh green and lawn shavings everywhere. 

It didn’t work, she says, whines, like a child, which she is. It didn’t work. 

What didn’t work? I ask her, voice slipping into that careful, cushy teacher voice, wrapping around her like a padded cell, like honey. 

You, she stings. To get you to stop. Mummy— 

And then I know. 

We all know, don’t we, when it comes to it; what we’ve done wrong, what its consequences are. Children have such an acute understanding of the world, this I also know. I know that sticky little Sophie wants her mummy all to herself and she raised me a challenge, like tilting her chin up when I asked her to tidy away her crayons; she marshalled her forces, laid down a duel. It was a power play. More concerning— 

She knew I was in her way. She knew something of the tangled gossamer stretched between us, Caroline and I, the secret loathing only I could find between her thighs—and how? Did Sophie stumble upon us, laid out on the bed, the sofa, the kitchen counter? Widen eyes and turn away, lock it into a manifesto for the future revolutionary? This is no soap, though, I know that. I know beyond today’s kiss it was probably far more subtle: her mummy’s perfume on my shirt, her mummy’s lipstick blossoming rosewood on my neck, the way I looked at her mummy. The way I looked at Caroline—lovelorn, as though the middle haircut of a million middle aged women and the gilet and the Merc and the name, even, Christ, she voted so I wouldn’t get to retire before eighty—as though she was anything different than every mother I sit across from when their child pours PVA on another—as though I had a right to the privacy of the language we breathed on Wednesday afternoons, when everyone knows children understand everything— 

She already knew. I say this turned half to Caroline. There’s a hot plum hickey on her neck; I was rough today, perhaps because I knew it was our last. 

Don’t be ridiculous. 

She already knew. Why else would she act out? Stare sullen, silent at me? Chew up gum and land it in my hair, hair her mother’s fingers had tangled in? Hair too long, hair of a primary school teacher, hair that comes undone. I doubt she told her co-conspirators. She ushered them, merely, magnetic to them as her mother is to me. These people are good at that. 

Don’t tell your father, Caroline is begging. This is our secret, okay? Don’t tell him. Don’t. I won’t teach Sophie any longer, I know this. I won’t see Caroline again. The year is almost over, so perhaps I’ll be lucky. Perhaps I won’t need a new job entirely. Perhaps she’ll be merciful. But already I can see them receding. 

I cannot have children. My ugly wound of a body prohibits it. Caroline and Sophie repel me; they make me desperate. I should like to cling to them. Nothing lasts, but I should like to stick to them, dripping. 

I have been deposed. Something crawls up my throat, more bitter than honey.

Artwork: Rachel Jung