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‘Oxford at Home’ lecture series launched by University

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Last Friday, the University of Oxford launched ‘Oxford at Home’, a series of online ‘tutorial’-style livestreams open to the public. 

Tutorials, the main teaching style Oxford uses for most subjects, are known for being discussion-based. The series introduces this interaction between the academic and the audience by allowing viewers of the livestream to ask questions through the youtube comment section or by using #oxfordathome.

The Oxford University Twitter account announced the initiative on Thursday, describing the events as “*free* weekly talks about everything and anything we research.”

 On the Oxford at Home page on their website, they add: “We’re proud to be at the forefront of global efforts to understand COVID-19 pandemic and protect our communities. But our huge range of inspiring experts, world-class teaching staff and eager researchers still have a great deal to share. So take time out of your day to connect with #OxfordatHome and be inspired!”

The weekly half-hour classes, broadcast on YouTube, are set to cover everything from ‘International health in global governance after the First World War’ to ‘Biomedically-engineered bubbles.’ 

In addition to their main ‘Oxford at Home’ series on Fridays, similar discipline-based livestreams are taking place throughout the week, all available through the main ‘Oxford at Home’ page. 

The first Oxford at Home event, ‘Garden Safari – the five groups of insects that dominate your garden’ taught by Dr Lindsay Turnbull, broadcast last Friday and has been viewed by over 1,500 people so far. It encouraged interactive participation beyond the livestream with a downloadable worksheet and posts tagged with #backgardenbiology. 

There have been similar online lecture events across the University. Oxford Sparks, a project aimed at showcasing the University’s scientific research and teaching, is hosting several live Q&As a week through its ‘Science at Home’ campaign. 

The Oxford Research Centre in the Humanities, Torch, is organising ‘In Conversation’ events through the Humanities Cultural Programme in its ‘Big Tent – Live Events!’ series. ‘Oxford Answers’, run by the Saïd Business School, is aiming to “help leaders respond to an unprecedented period of turmoil” through their virtual events. 

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One in every five students likely to defer university entry to Autumn 2021, UCU survey shows

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A survey published by the University and College Union (UCU) reveals that 28% of prospective students were likely to defer their university place to Autumn 2021 as a result of social distancing measures. It shows that 17% more students would defer their place if universities were not “business as usual” by Autumn 2020. In contrast, past deferral rates have been steady at 5-6% for the past 5 years. 

Oxford University discourages offer holders from deferring, stating that they “will not routinely support requests for deferral. Any offer holders with particular, verifiable reasons to wish to defer their place should contact the college which made their offer or open-offer to discuss this.” 

The University’s policy for deferral remains largely unchanged in light of the pandemic, considering requests on an individual case-by-case basis. Oxford notes that a “generic reference to the coronavirus pandemic will not be considered an acceptable ground for deferral.”

Addressing offer-holders, the university stated: “Oxford University and its colleges intend to be open to students at all levels for the 2020/21 academic year and look forward to welcoming you as a new student from the start of the Michaelmas (Autumn) term.”

This comes after some UK universities have released planning of a ‘hybrid’ approach, combining both online and face-to-face teaching. Last week, Cambridge University revealed it will hold all its lectures online in the following academic year, accompanied by the University of Manchester. Oxford University has suggested a merged learning approach, stating that “Face-to-face teaching and research supervision will be complemented by high quality online activities where necessary.” However, there is little consistency in contingency planning across UK universities. 

From the UCU survey results, The Guardian has estimated the pandemic will cost the sector £763 million in lost tuition fees and teaching grants. The UCU said “it was now vital that the government stepped in to protect universities, students, staff and the wider economy from a £6bn shockwave.” 

Cambridge University has lost over £60 million in the Summer term only because of cancelled accommodation and events. Oxford University is estimated to lose up to £40 million in tuition fees. Nevertheless, Oxford and Cambridge are expected to be the least economically impacted out of the Russell Group Universities.

However, the UCU survey is based only on UK domiciled students. Yet, it is expected that the decline in incoming international students for the next academic year will be both greater and have a greater economic impact than a decrease in UK students. International students make up 20% of the whole UK student-body, and 40% of Oxford’s. They often pay over three times more fees than home students. A report by QS revealed that 57% of international students claimed their study abroad plans had been impacted by the pandemic, with 47% of these considering deferring to the next academic year. 

Jo Grady, the UCU General Secretary expressed hopes that these “shocking” results may spur the government into more decisive action. Grady stated: “The current wait-and-see approach from ministers is exacerbating the crisis for prospective students and putting tens of thousands of jobs at universities and in the wider economy at risk.”

“With aspiring students now very worried about what will happen in the autumn, it is time for the government to underwrite higher education and provide the support it needs to guarantee survival.

“We all recognise the uncertainty faced by universities, but it is vital that they work with their communities rather than move to sack staff or treat potential students as little more than bums on seats. I hope this shocking survey will persuade vice-chancellors to join us in lobbying MPs for an urgent underwriting of universities so they can play their full part in our recovery.”

Dr Gavan Colon, Partner of the consultancy London Economics running the survey warned: “’If the current deferral rates as a result of the pandemic are borne out, then the financial consequences facing universities will be even more severe than those identified recently by London Economics. There are a lot of jobs at risk – both in universities in the wider local and regional economies where universities are based.”

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Pembroke College and Oxford City Council provide over 15,000 meals for homeless

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Pembroke College is collaborating with Oxford City Council to bring meals to over 120 homeless people who are being housed in student accommodation and hotels during the lockdown. The initiative, which has been running since the 4th April, has provided over 15,000 meals to date and supplies two hot meals a day plus breakfast to those in need.

The task of delivering the food, whose recipients are spread over five different locations, falls to a team of eight council and ODS staff, who collect the meals from Pembroke twice a day, with cold breakfast packages being included in the second delivery. ODS, Oxford Direct Services, is an enterprise who act on behalf of the council in helping serve the needs of the community. In April, Oxford City Council managed to secure 121 rooms in hotels and student accommodation to house those living on the street and in shared hostel rooms, to help them self-isolate effectively during the coronavirus pandemic, following a government directive on 26th March. 

Pembroke head chef Chris Allnutt commented that he and his colleagues’ job had become “almost unrecognisable to the one we were all doing just a few short weeks”, but that the challenge of providing food on this scale every day has been “one of the most difficult I have tackled but certainly by far the most rewarding”. He estimates that every week, the kitchen churns out the equivalent of 1,750 packs of cereal, 840 one-pint UHT cartons, 120 kilograms of mashed potatoes, and 2,000 disposable pieces of cutlery. Staff have had to accommodate for a variety of dietary requirements, and during the period of Ramadan, extra deliveries were factored in for the approximately 10 people involved who were observing the fast. 

Under the restrictions of social distancing, only four staff members are able to work in Pembroke’s kitchen at a time, but the team has risen to the challenge. Dame Lynne Brindley, master of Pembroke, commented that “everyone in college is immensely proud of our catering team who are once again putting in extra effort to show the meaning of being a caring community”.  Allnutt noted that “we have had feedback from some of the homeless people that have received our meals and some have said that this has been the highlight of their day and they look forward to the meals arriving”.

When asked for comment, a university spokesperson said that helping the community respond to the coronavirus outbreak is “a priority for the University and colleges”, and that they have “responded wherever possible to requests for assistance the council has called upon us to provide”. They additionally noted that the university had been helping to contribute by housing a doctor who works at a medical clinic dedicated to the homeless, donating to the Oxford Homeless Movement, and the contribution of food and cleaning materials to Oxford Mutual Aid. 

Oxford City Councillor Mike Rowley, who is the cabinet member for affordable housing and housing the homeless, said in a statement that “it takes more than a roof to end homelessness and I’m very grateful for the hard work done by Pembroke College […]. Everyone involved in this initiative has risen to [the challenge] admirably”.

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US gives $1 billion to the Oxford vaccine, securing 300 million doses in return by Autumn

The US has given over $1 billion to AstraZeneca to support Oxford’s coronavirus vaccine. The money will advance the development, production and delivery of the vaccine, including a Phase III clinical trial with 30,000 participants and a paediatric trial. In return, the US expects that 300 million doses of the Oxford Vaccine, now known as AZD1222, will be made available to the country by October. 

This comes amid news that AstraZeneca has secured contracts to provide at least 400 million doses around the world, 30 million of which will be going to the UK. The company has managed to source enough manufacturing capability for one billion doses, and will begin first deliveries in September.

There is still no data from the first clinical trial, which began last month to assess the safety, immunogenicity and efficacy of the jab. Even though there is no certainty that the vaccine will work, AstraZeneca continue to scale up operations at speed. 

The additional $1 billion funding is part of the US Government’s ‘Operation Warp Speed’, which has backed projects underway at a range of different pharmaceutical companies. The Biomedical Advanced Research and Development Authority (BARDA), which made the deal with AstraZeneca, is currently supporting four vaccine candidates, seven potential treatments and seventeen diagnostic tests.

This has led some to worry that, in the race to develop and distribute treatments for Covid-19, countries without such deep pockets may be put at a disadvantage. But both those working on the Oxford vaccine and at AstraZeneca have confirmed their international outlook, hoping to make jabs available in developing countries at the lowest possible cost. 

Patrick Soriot, the CEO of AstraZeneca, said “we need to defeat the virus together or it will continue to inflict huge personal suffering and leave long-lasting economic and social scars in every country around the world.”

Demolition of Tinbergen Building makes way for new £201.8M Life and Mind Building

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Demolition of the University of Oxford’s Tinbergen Building on South Parks Road began this May. Evacuated in 2017 due to the discovery of asbestos within the building, the lot is being cleared to make way for a new biology and experimental psychology building.

Known as the Life and Mind Science Building, the new building will house both a biology department – combining existing plant sciences and zoology departments – and the evolutionary psychology department. According to the university’s website, this new building will “significantly improve the way psychological and biological science is undertaken in Oxford, helping scientists to solve some of our major global challenges.” 

In a letter to the Oxford City Council, Pro-Vice-Chancellor David Prout remarked that this project is the “largest building project the university has ever undertaken.” The estimated value of the project is  £201.8M in total. Demolition and construction will enlist the help of hundreds of workers, ranging from demolition experts to engineers to landscape designers. 

According to a public consultation document, prospective design plans for the new building include extending the public space surrounding the lot in order to create a public plaza just outside the building, allowing for more natural light and better views from within the building. Plans also include terraces with spaces for study, work, and social engagement. The new building will require an internal area of 26,000 square meters in order to accommodate the space needed for science, research, teaching, and office areas. 

Professor Kinnard, Senior Responsible Owner, wrote in the May 2020 issue of the Life and Mind Building newsletter that the COVID-19 pandemic has only minimally interfered with the project plans and that demolition is on track to wrap up by September 2020, with the new building opening for Michaelmas term 2024, as was originally planned. This was facilitated by a ‘COVID-19 mitigation plan’ deployed in early March, which included the transition of project meetings to online platforms..

The Tinbergen Building was designed by Sir Leslie Martin, a renowned post-war architect, best known for his work on the Royal Festival Hall at the South Bank Centre in London. The building is named after the Dutch biologist Niko Tinbergen who began teaching at Oxford in the late 1940s. 

Prior to 2017, the Tinbergen Building was the university’s largest science and research building. Over 1,600 students were forced to leave the premises after asbestos was discovered within the building in February 2017. Asbestos removal took place for a period of 18 months before demolition began. Because asbestos removal could not occur with occupants within the building, students and staff were moved into temporary buildings just south of the original Tinbergen lot and in the Radcliffe Observatory Quarter, while the Tinbergen Building was closed to the public. Planning permission for these sites runs out in June 2022 but can be extended.

Regarding the discovery of asbestos in the building, a university spokesperson said: “Asbestos was commonly used in construction and refurbishment work for much of the 20th century and can be found in any building built before the year 2000. The University follows national best practices and the requirements of the Control of Asbestos Regulations 2012 to manage asbestos materials. We regularly monitor and survey for asbestos in buildings and, if any risk is detected, we take immediate action to ensure users are safe. For example, in 2017 we moved staff out of the Tinbergen Building when asbestos was found in areas where it might be disturbed.”

In Conversation with Ted Hodgkinson

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From the window above my desk I can see straight into four of my neighbours’ offices. The workspace belonging to the family opposite sits to the side, almost in their house’s pocket. Its occupant slinks away from the rest of the building to nest in that forgotten room for 6 hours at a time. Whether I should be watching is an entirely different matter. As a rule, the British are blessed with rubber necks, prying eyes and incorrigible noses and in the second month of lockdown, looking has become what we are both born and now forced to do. Yet for a nation so deeply invested in other people’s business, in some areas stares invariably point inwards. When it comes to literature, we seem to care little for affairs outside our own country. This is a tale told by the often quoted statistic that Ted Hodgkinson, the current Chair of the International Booker Prize, relates part way through our Skype conversation. “The UK translates 3% of its literature, and this is comparatively very low if you look at almost any other country”. A recurrent feature of Hodgkinson’s career has been addressing these national blinkers. Prior to the International Booker, he held posts as a British Council literature programmer for the Middle East, North Africa and South Asia, as well as managing the Santa Maddalena Foundation in Tuscany and being involved in Granta’s ‘Best Untranslated Writers’ series in his tenure as online editor. He is also the Head of Literature and Spoken word at London’s Southbank Centre. After weeks of office-peering it is refreshing to see someone seated, as he is, in a kitchen. 

I suggest that, like most news bulletins right now, we start with Coronavirus, asking about the impact that the pandemic has had on literary circles and live events. Hodgkinson is characteristically complimentary and tuned-in to the happenings of his industry in replying. 

“One of the underlying drivers for live events is that before any of this happened, we spent so much of our lives online that I think live events in some respects were born out of a desire to be in the room with an author and to hear them speak, and to have that very ancient connection to a storyteller. Live events are deliberately rooted in the physical and the real world interactions. But the sector is an immensely imaginative and ingenious one and you’ll have seen lots of digital events mushrooming up. 

“The best ones have really embraced the form, they brought the best things about the live event, the intimacy, the personal touch, the personal interaction, but they’ve embraced the digital.”

His praise and optimism jars with my now unmoving face, Skype having chosen to freeze at that exact moment. Hodgkinson goes on to talk about ‘Hay Online’, Intelligence Squared’s new subscription service and work done by the Edinburgh Fringe to go digital, stressing as he goes the supportive spirit that the community has shown. 

“I think there’s this feeling and desire to see others succeed in their various projects… it’s been actually really heartening.”

This isn’t the only positive development Hodkinson sees. When I ask which changes might stick around, he is quick to mention the new opportunities found in Covid culture. 

“More on the educational end of the spectrum, one of the things I’ve been seeing a lot of is poets and writers who’ve been running online workshops and raving about the experience, and likewise their students. This has been a slightly under used avenue for people to connect with aspiring writers. If and when we get back to some kind of normality, it will tune us in to dimensions that we previously never considered before.”

Community work has long been part of the Southbank’s mission, and it is pleasing to see that those initiatives will not wither under current circumstances. But talking further, we get to the cost of the restrictions placed on live events, even in what Hodgkinson terms a “socially- distanceable” field, hastily apologising for the neologism. The absence of intimacy and proximity between creators and audiences is clearly tangible for him, and a nostalgia fills the kitchen on the distant end of the call. 

“There is this ancient dynamic, that people do, as I see in my work all the time, really hunger after.

“If anything it will heighten our sense of what a special thing it was to be able to be in the same room as someone…you know there is such an intimacy between a reader and an author, you are completely within a world they’ve created. It can be one of the most profound kinds of connections.

“There’s a built in distance to these kind of  [virtual] interactions. Digital forms are a kind of simulation…of approximation”. Skype buffers angrily. 

“Joelle Taylor, who’s a poet very connected to Outspoken [a monthly poetry and music night at the Southbank Centre, featuring performances and workshops], said something I really love, that the audience is half the poem. It is not just about the audience’s access to the author, it is about the author’s access to the audience. They feed off each other. If you’re an author and you’re looking at a screen full of faces, that’s great and everything but it is all very fragmented and atomised.”

In much the same spirit of interaction, I now feel like an atomised audience, offering up ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ to compensate. Despite the distance, it is clear that these issues are central to Hodkinson’s idea of the power literary cultures hold. He discusses the very salient capacities that writers have to help us “navigate shifting social moors” and to illuminate the ways in which we “construct our language…and observe ourselves”. As well as to our own reflections in the screen, the latter point relates to another frequent reality of Hodgkinson’s work. Globalist approaches to literature and its accolades are often tasked with some kind of political purpose. This reflects the underlying assumption present in our conversation that translated fictions have a revelatory power that can offer insight into our own lives and aid in this self-observation. I ask about this political dimension, questioning how growth in translation as a practice relates to a world of Brexit, points-based immigration systems and growing isolationism. 

“I think it’s really encouraging that sales of translated fiction were up 5.5% last year, and that the sales of translated literary fiction have gone up by 20%. 

“It reflects a growing appetite for writing that represents worlds beyond our own, perhaps also writing that connects us to a sense of what unites us, what we share…as a human community beyond lines of culture and language and geography.

“Obviously behind those numbers, there is an immense amount of work going on. Translators and publishers, and authors as well are really at the coalface of this. In the last ten or so years, some people have been working on this for much longer, there has been a really concerted effort, a big push behind this.

“I think it has been helped enormously by certain prizes. I would say this wouldn’t I; the International Booker has been particularly helpful in the respect that it recognises the role of the translator”.  

Formed in 2004 to be hosted alongside the Booker Prize for fiction (formerly the Man Booker Prize), the award Hodgkinson has been steering accepts submissions from writers of all nationalities whose work has been translated into English. The prize money of £50,000 is split evenly between author and translator. Hodgkinson elaborates on the impact of the organisation, noticeably proud of what it has achieved. 

“What it did was really spotlight the translator, and recognised that this wasn’t just a case of carrying meaning in a very sort of plodding, workman-like way into another language…it was actually an art and the translator could really make a profound difference to the way an author was received in English.

“There is a silent conversation that happens between a translator and an author which is not on show in the final work necessarily, but if you’re looking for it you can see signs of the artistry, inventiveness and courage that is required to make those leaps.

“I think the International Booker Prize has been really instrumental in raising awareness of what translators do in our culture, at a moment when a lot of readers, as the statistics suggest, are looking outwards to the world beyond the Anglophone bubble.”

With his one year old son now on his knee, Hodgkinson stresses the importance of including international voices. He recalls a time in his former position at Granta, when published writers from abroad would question why their peers were not translated, noting that this oversight may be fading.

“One of the things that has been slowly shifting over the last few years, is an awareness of the fact that much of the most innovative, playful, formally ambitious and subversive writing isn’t necessarily being written in English. There are other literary cultures in the world that perhaps have a more porous notion of genre: they take a more playful attitude to categorisation, they delight in blurring the lines between novel and memoir or between, poetry and fiction. They revive our sense of the plasticity and endless possibilities for reinvention the novel presents.

“One of the things we get from writers like Han Kang, or any of the writers on the International Booker Prize list this year”, aptly digressing, he cites Shokoofeh Azar’s ‘The Enlightenment of the Greengage Tree’ for its fusion of Persian epic, magical realism and political elements, “is that writers like that can be smelling salts to the English tradition and the English novel. There are many formidable and terrific writers in English, but I think that there has been perhaps a false sense of hierarchy, not through any fault of those writers, that English language writing somehow has a sense of its own exceptionalism. 

“What reading and translation can do is broaden your sense of just how big a conversation literature is, and how it allows for things which can be really enlivening. There is perhaps this wrongheaded idea that reading and translation is a sort of eating your greens or doing your homework and I find the opposite is true. It is a place where playfulness and form bending and the throwing off of convention is celebrated. It is much more a place that is filled with possibility and play.”

Every statement Hodgkinson makes is accompanied with an eager flurry of praise for the writers and translators involved. This keenness to acknowledge and commend is characteristic of the various projects discussed, but also of Hodgkinson’s conception of the role of prizes. Undeniably politicised and implicated in conversations around decolonisation and elitism, international prizes in particular offer plenty of fodder for their critics. When I ask about this, the response is measured and we joke about the perilous borders of ‘political’ discussions of culture. 

“These things aren’t perfect. They all have their limits and space in the sense that each one has a different structure. In the case of the international prize, it is really true to its aims in the sense of a very broad reach, but it also has to rely on the strictures of publishing, the financial challenges and so on and at the moment it is a really challenging period for publishers. We rely on the ingenuity and brilliance of publishers to bring us the best writing from around the world, and in a time like this it is very hard for them to do that.”

As our discussion strays dangerously closer to a verdict on prizes and their worth, Hodgkinson makes an important distinction about these various structures. 

“There are prizes where the panel is essentially an unelected group of people who preside over its selection for a long time. You still have a quite opaque system. That plays into a perception of a kind of closed doorsness. For the International Booker Prize, every year there is a new panel and the panel is selected by the Booker Foundation for their relevance and experience in the world of translation, so there is a degree of transparency… and a fairly open and public discussion of the jury.

“The constitution of a prize often mirrors its output, and therefore it is really vital that prizes are looking at the way they’re constituted in order to try and reach a wider audience. The people I know who are interested and involved in the literary prizes are really committed to reaching readers and the International Prize is very much an example of this; it is a prize for readers. 

“We don’t think of it as a kind of coronation of a book. It’s very much a collaborative, collegial community exercise. A group of people who love writing in translation coming together and reviewing and reading these books in order to celebrate the very best of them. The endeavour is not to confer some kind of power on ourselves, but to push outwards these things that are worth celebrating. 

“The most positive example I can give you is that since ‘The Vegetarian’ won the International Booker Prize, we have seen many more submissions from that part of the world, South Korea particularly, but also from Southeast Asia. Sales of ‘The Vegetarian’ went up 625%.”

Growth of the practice has also been seen closer to home. In the UK, specifically at Oxford, Hodgkinson’s Alma Mater, various projects share a similar cause with the International Booker. Events by organisations such as Queen’s College Translation Exchange and the Oxford Comparative Criticism and Translation, as well as the Stephen Spender Trust all promote the practice of translation in its academic and literary settings. But the closing of distance between “popular” and “academic” work seems a less vital impact to Hodgkinson. Although we never talk specifically of responsibility when discussing how globalism has affected English publishing, Hodgkinson is enthused by the social potential translation can have.

“Your question about decolonisation. This is a very thorny one and not easily answered. There are a lot of publishers on the UK publishing scene who are actively working at pushing against this in the respect that they are trying to upend old power structures…who are beating against that current. ‘Tilted Axis’ spring to mind, a fitting name and one that deliberately invokes that sense of recalibrating the power dynamics that exist in the world. 

“You could say that the act of translation itself reverses the sense that English is the sort of supreme language and is a subversive act.” 

Ever the spokesman, Hodgkinson loyally returns to defend prizes in this context, when I ask if the distinction between national and international literatures by awards could be seen as a damaging one. 

“Juries have different priorities. So, you know, they are as imperfect as human society is as a whole. In my experience, most of the people involved in literary prizes are really passionately driven by a desire to want to connect with readers. And prizes are a way of cutting through the general noise of the media”

“And actually the language of winning and losing, as artificial as it may feel to many writers and authors, does help to kind of cut through the noise and to celebrate excellence where it exists.”

As our conversation ends I can’t help feeling that there is more to be said. Everything discussed involves ongoing projects and long processes of change to which Hodgkinson has been both party and witness throughout his career. Looking ahead, he comments that there are definitely “ways to make a syllabus [on translation] really sexy and contemporary”. “We are in a place where translation and the act of translation is really recognised as this creative act itself”, an accurate summation of his own work, and an optimistic note for the future.

The most obvious feature of arts projects during the Covid-19 pandemic has been well encapsulated by our discussion of the spirit and communities of translation: exchange, understanding and the broadening of conversations. Hodgkinson’s eagerness to promote and compliment his colleagues and other creators at every turn speaks to this, and we return home to his hopeful capital for the end of the interview.  

“London has been through so many plagues and fires in the past, we are a pretty hardy city. I admire the people who are doing inventive things in my sector, so I hope they’ll come out of this smiling.” 

The University Sexual Violence and Harassment Support Service is advising students who have been accused of sexual misconduct

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Oxford’s Sexual Harassment and Violence Support Service is quietly providing advice to students who have been accused of sexual misconduct. 

On its student advice website, the University states that the service is for students who have “experienced sexual harassment and violence in any form”. However, tucked away in the university’s policy documents, the Student Harassment Procedure notes that “sources of support and advice are also available to students who have been accused of misconduct”. 

The Sexual Harassment and Violence Support Service is staffed full time by Pete Mandeville, the project lead, and he is supported by five specialist advisors who take on the work alongside their other roles within the university. The service also seconds an Independent Sexual Violence Advocate from the Oxford Sexual Abuse and Rape Crisis Centre, Léa Maquin, whom students can be referred to via the service or independently. As stated online, the service provides advice and support to students affected by sexual misconduct. They also provide advice to colleges and can offer no-names consultations to college staff over the phone. 

The Support Service was launched in Michaelmas 2018 as a central resource for students who have experienced sexual harassment and violence, and to provide advice independent from colleges, which often have to balance their responsibilities to both reporting students and accused students.

Just as the colleges do, the University has a duty of care to all of its students, including those who have been accused of sexual misconduct. The legal guidance produced by Pinset Masons for universities responding to reports of sexual misconduct states:  

“…universities will have to take into account the interests and welfare of both students and endeavour to treat them fairly and equally when undertaking the risk assessment and ascertaining the potential effectiveness and impact of precautionary measures”

However, it goes on to add that “as far as possible, the support measures for each student should be provided separately”.

On the University’s staff advice website, they state that “the service also supports students who have had allegations made against them. They are held by a separate advisor to any reporting student to avoid conflict of interest and efforts are made to keep them separate within the service.”

As the head of the service and its only male-identifying employee, Pete Mandeville takes responsibility for the majority of these cases himself, but he does not exclusively take on casework of this nature. This role allocation is one of several informal measures to keep reporting students and accused students separate. However, this means that students who have been accused of sexual violence are typically receiving support and advice from the most senior member of the service. Inversely, it also means that the head of the service which claims to exist for survivors of sexual violence — and indeed, the only dedicated member of staff who is employed by the university fully time — is the individual with predominant responsibility for accused students. There is not a separate advisor for accused students.

Cherwell spoke to a student who accessed the service to receive support after they had been sexually assaulted. They said: “I feel shaken, very angry and completely misinformed — this clearly is not a safe space. I don’t understand how it’s been advertised as impartial, non-judgemental and explicitly advertised as a support service for those who have experienced sexual violence when it quite clearly is not. This has made me feel (even more) unsupported by the university … I feel I was kept in the dark.”

It Happens Here, Oxford Student Union’s campaign against sexual violence, stated: “IHH are of the opinion that the SAS should maintain a level of clarity in respect of such a sensitive topic — if they keep survivors unaware, they are not allowing them to prepare or to make an informed choice regarding whether they wish to continue to use the services. 

“We believe honesty and a separation of resources as to avoid conflating the two experiences is how the SAS should proceed.”

When contacted for comment, a spokesperson for the University issued the following statement: 

“As in all areas of University welfare provision, our duty of care is to all our students,  the University has never made any secret of the fact that the Sexual Harassment and Violence Support service is intended for anyone affected. This includes survivors and those accused. 

“The marketing of the Service is focussed on our primary user group, student survivors seeking help. The communications through posters and the website reflect this focus and need, but the Service offers broader provision than is advertised to students, including training and anonymous case advice to staff. 

“Cases are allocated based on a staff member’s skill and experience level and our primary goal is always to achieve the best outcome for students and give them the support they need while they are at their most vulnerable. 

“As part of this commitment the Service offers access to a full time Independent Sexual Violence Advisor (ISVA) employed by Oxfordshire Sexual Abuse and Rape Crisis Centre (OSARCC) and seconded to the Support Service. Their role is solely focussed on the support of survivors. It is not the case that accused students represent the majority of any single staff member’s case work. They in fact make up a tiny proportion of the overall caseload (4%) and only 7% of the Service Lead’s casework. Students who use the service are invited to specify whether they wish to speak to a male or female advisor.  As the only male identifying member of the team, the Service Lead typically sees more male students than others and there is no conflict of interest caused.” 

SpeakOut Oxford have been contacted for comment. 

If you have been affected by sexual harassment or violence, there are a number of resources available to you. As well the University’s support service, you can also contact: the Oxford Sexual Abuse and Rape Crisis Centre, an independent charity in Oxford where you can also refer yourself to the university ISVA; your local GP; It Happens Here, the OUSU campaign against sexual violence; SpeakOut Oxford, an independent and student-run advocacy group; the university counselling service; and/or your college welfare team.

This article was updated on the 5th June to reflect an error in the University’s statement: the full time ISVA is seconded to the Support Service by OSARCC, not employed by the University.

Opinion – We need to change the conversation around censorship

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A recent headline warned ‘it’s time for Boris to tackle the tyrannical silencing of free speech on our campuses’. Having not realised I was studying in an institution which the article went on to tell me was comparable to the Soviet Union (thank you Telegraph journalism), I was moved to look further. In Michaelmas alone, Oxford experienced a flurry of incidents that attracted national attention in the form of articles, tweets and sound bites warning of the dangers of ‘snowflake culture’.

In January, Merton College made an ‘overt statement that debate is not welcomed’, at least according to one Oxford historian. In closer examination, this looked like a code of conduct for a conference at which speakers must ‘“refrain from using language or putting forward views intended to undermine the validity of trans and gender diverse identities”. Given that this was a talk to explore ‘perspectives on trans intersectionality’, it seems like a moderate request that the existence of the identity of members of the panel and audience was not up for debate. What would have been added to the discussion by forcing a trans activist to spend half their time defending their existence? More recently, Amber Rudd was disinvited by the UN Women for her role in the Windrush Scandal. Oxford University voiced their disapproval, saying ‘we encourage students to debate and engage with a range of views’. This is again misleading.  Students did not protest the content of her speech, but rather the platforming of a deeply controversial character in an uncritical and didactic manner. Sara Sadoxi, a committee member of Oxford Feminist Society, drew the distinction best; “All the promotional material spoke about Rudd’s role in encouraging women to get involved in parliament and the UN,” Sadozai‎ said. “Under that context, it didn’t sound like it could ever be an open debate where views are challenged.”

I chose these examples, not to make the case for or against the decisions, but to reflect the dissonance between the dialogue as it occurred on campus and the headline that made it to the eyes of the nation. At the heart of the reporting and responses to both examples is a disagreement around the space which public figures are entitled to, and with this, a misuse of the term ‘no-platforming’. There is an irony that in these disputes ‘freedom of speech’, established in the UK by the Magna Carta for ordinary people to hold monarchs to account, is used often to advocate for figures like Rudd, who generally go quite well represented and are already in positions of economic, political and social power. The very outrage that is provoked when such figures are disinvited shows the entitlement that these interest groups still feel over academic platforms, and the other-isation of groups who shouldn’t have to feel unwelcome in these spaces. This is not an attack of freedom of speech. The issue was not that Amber Rudd speaks – no one can escape her views – but that she was given the spotlight by an international women’s organisation for an uncritical celebration of her past. For such a context, are we really supposed to believe there was not a more valuable and inclusive voice that could have been heard? More importantly, the refusal of any empathy as to how this event might impact students of colour shows that the respect Rudd felt entitled to did not seem to go both ways.

‘Politically-correct’ is a popular buzzword, although it seems an odd turn of phrase when we consider how our PM’s list of ‘un-PC’ comments have not held him back in his quest for political office.  An infuriating aspect to this issue is that the narrative being spun that ‘student thought is limited by PC culture’ is as least as prevalent as any student consensus around the importance of being politically correct. Those who are the first to label this culture over-sensitive are also often those who can’t stomach the notion of trigger warnings. This seems an odd combination of opinions, I find it difficult to believe that two innocuous letters put beside an article impact anyone apart from those they can be a great aid to. Those who complain that students are over-invested in identity politics have no such qualms around undermining us collectively as ‘privileged juveniles’. It was not only passionate fans of ‘The Female Eunuch’ who use the ‘no-platforming’ of Greer as an example of the illiberalism of the left. It’s important to ask – if there is agenda in this narrative, assuming it is not for the uninhibited discussion of second wave feminist theory – what is it?

One impact of the undermining of student culture is the implicit undermining of the causes that generally thrive within it. ‘Social justice warrior’, like ‘millennial’ or ‘snowflake’ has become an accusation which trivialises and thus delegitimizes the argument a young person wishes to make before they have opened their mouth. Remove the negative perception, and those on the right would have to make a greater effort to engage with the arguments themselves.  But it is all very well to complain that social justice interests are misconstrued.  The larger danger here is the weaponization of outrage – that the unlikable, ivory-tower student image is having a guilt by association impact on other issues. In the run up to last year’s election, The Times reported that the Conservative Party was said to have polled LGBT issues to see if legislating against this group could be used to win votes in Northern, working-class constituencies. Such speculation should be incredibly alarming and points to a culture war that attempts to divide traditional left-supporting groups. There is a truth in that principles alone don’t cause change, that activists must be actively conscious of how they are received by the wider public.

The first step to reclaiming agency around media narrative, which I hope I have given fair reasons to be concerned about, is to meet in the middle with mainstream concerns around free speech and dialogue. Bridge building is quickest as a two-way process, and one that we must engage in if we don’t want to end up stranded and ineffectual. When attempts to engage with this question are treated with the dichotomising response that I outlined at the beginning of this article this is disappointing and frustrating, but makes it even more crucial that our push back comes from the centre rather than being forced to a similarly illiberal extreme. We shouldn’t be led by the nose into conceding the untrue claim that to defend a diverse 21st century student body we have to destroy founding academic liberties and principles, but fight for the middle ground which preserves a vibrant educational climate whilst respecting everyone’s dignity.

Moreover, if we understand that trigger warnings, selective platforming and re-appraisal of core literature all have a place in at university, then we must also understand that, if we don’t want to live up to the caricature painted of us, this is a delicate and nuanced process of give and take. My experiences as a white, British woman don’t give me the education to reckon where this line should be drawn on a university level compared to students who face more aggressive, harmful and insidious bigotry.  In my own degree, reading Classics prompts a difficult negotiation between reading as a wannabe academic and as a 21st century woman. However, I am also aware that when I read a rape scene in Ovid, whilst I find it repulsive and upsetting in one light, I can use it to aid my understanding of the gender dynamic of the era. Less palatable and equally true, is that I know that is not the main justification for why I read it – that there is a literary quality that is not mitigated by the misogyny it is partially shaped by with.

The University’s free speech charter and even the recent SU motion are both overly vague in setting out a criteria for the trade-off between the inherent literary or academic value of a text and the dangerous or upsetting content that it may also contain – the process is thus ongoing as we decide where the boundary between these concepts must fall. Part of the danger of the binarising process that we can see playing out in mainstream media is that it  makes it harder to address these types of questions without being aligned to the camp of ‘overly-PC’ or ‘oppressive’. For example, after he signed a letter in support of Germaine Greer’s lecture at Cardiff University in 2015, Peter Tatchell was ‘no-platformed’ for his stance on ‘no-platforming’. I have to question if Fran Cowling, the LGBT representative from the National Union of Students, thought that she was making the best use of her limited airtime by refusing to share a stage with a man who was arrested 300 times in the fight for LGBT+ rights. Some can make the argument that Tatchell committed a trans-unfriendly act in signing the letter but there is no case that he is a transphobe. It is horribly wrong that a man who, attending Pride in Moscow, was beaten to the point of brain injury by neo-nazis could be the subject of a tweet; ‘I would like to tweet your murder you fucking parasite.’ Attacking established leftists for differing not in visions of what the world should look like but of the best mechanisms to achieve this leads to the accusations of arrogance that end up alienating this generation of activists from the last.

After her invite was rescinded, 56-year-old Rudd urged students to “stop hiding and begin engaging”; an example of perhaps the most pervasive misrepresentation that students are subject to. Students do not hide, and the claim that they do is ironically used to avoid engaging with them. This was the route taken by Rudd, who at no point took her disinvitation as a suggestion to apologise for or even acknowledge the harm and alienation that her political career had caused the young women who her talk was supposedly to represent. The snowflake image does a huge disservice to the efforts and achievements of young activists around the world. The media need to stop getting away with claiming otherwise.

Oxford’s bike black markets and other vicious cycles

When you find yourself locked in a stranger’s car, alone, behind an MOT station 30 miles away from college, half an hour until your tute; something’s gone wrong. 

Frustrated by my pedestrian existence, I decided to buy a bicycle. What I didn’t know was that this decision would take me on a very Oxford odyssey: encounters with angle-grinders in Garsington, thinly veiled hostage negotiations in a field in Abingdon, and a chat with a 9 year old about the Nigerian Naira’s dependence on petroleum exports.

I got Jeremy’s number from a mate in college. Jeremy was evidently the go-to man, the real McCoy. I was assured that he had sold somewhat functional bikes to at least three vague acquaintances. They were also cheap. With these strong endorsements, and negative 1.5k in my Santander account, I boldly sent off my first text.

“Hi Jeremy, I’m looking to buy a bike in Oxford and my mate X gave me your number. Best, Alex”.

3 hours later, the cogs of Jeremy’s tightly run global business empire whirled into action:

“Hi Alex, here is my address for the bikes – OX4 XXX, XXXXX Road. I’m open all day. Let me know if you need to be picked up or you are unable to use your own or public transport. If you use a taxi i will refund. Thanks.”

Professional. Responsive. Transparent. Flexible. Generous. What else should I have expected from Oxford’s premier bike merchant? I scoffed at my initial hesitation to contact him; I was in the hands of a pro. I googled the address and saw that it was 15-minute drive out of Oxford. It was too far to walk, so I had a choice: the generous offer of a refundable taxi, or being picked up? I eventually opted for the latter, in a bid to strengthen my position in subsequent price negotiations. Also, since his job was literally selling transport to people because they had no other means of traveling, asking for a lift couldn’t have been an uncommon request.

“Thanks for your swift response. Would it be possible to pick me up from Holywell Street at around 4:30?”

“Yes I will pick you up at 4:30pm. Can i pls have the post code? Thanks” – I admired his stylised informality: selective decapitalisations and general aversion to punctuation. Every interaction exuded confidence and a relaxed manner indicative of vast experience.

At 4:27pm a text comes through: “Sorry im rushing for emergency at the hosp. Can we pls do tomorrow?”

 An emergency! And at the hospital! How dreadful! I needed a cigarette and a lie down before I was able to compose a response. I eventually found solace in his confidence that we would be able to “do tomorrow”, since it at least implied that the medical emergency was not life threatening. I messaged him the following morning and after minimal back and forth, he arranged to pick me up at 1:30pm.

At 1:42pm a black Honda (whose back window had been repaired/replaced with cling film) eventually screeched to a halt outside New College plodge. It was at this moment I had my first inkling that this bike deal might not go as smoothly as I had hoped. But I nodded at the driver and confidently got into the (bicycle) dealer’s car. (Full disclosure: I also took a furtive photo of the car so I could lecture my friends on not judging books by their covers whilst they salivated over my gleaming bike.)

The 15 minutes flew by. He gave me a potted history of his life: his childhood in Lagos, his wife, his children, and his aspirations to graduate from a masters programme next year. I was inspired by his story and chatted with an ease I have failed to muster with any hairdresser or trained psychotherapist since. To my disappointment he made no mention of yesterday’s ‘accident’, but this modest reticence only added to my admiration of his resilience and professionalism. 

Eventually the car stopped, and I was somewhat surprised to be led through the front door of a small suburban house. It only got stranger from there. He proceeded to guide me through to the back garden of what he now referred to as his home, where I was greeted by the sight of over 300 bicycles. Each bike exhibited a different stage of decomposition: most of the frames were missing at least one wheel whilst others had surrendered to rust decades ago. Presumably some were also camouflaged by the tetanus-riddled fauna of spokes, chains and brake wires. Through this metallic morass, Jeremy nimbly waded. He plucked out one bike (or most of it) after another until he found one which I liked. At a distance of 10 metres, I fell in love with a battered old racing bike frame, mottled in chipped sunset paintwork. The fact it was missing both front and back wheels phased neither me nor Jeremy, who set about finding suitable substitutes. Within minutes he had assembled a beautiful new mongrel before my eyes, never before ridden. I was encouraged to take it on a ‘test drive’.

I hadn’t ridden a bike regularly since I was 5. I am naturally lanky and malcoordinated. I will also do anything to avoid a situation in which I am publicly seen to be making a fuss. This cocktail of hamartia meant that the ‘test drive’ consisted of me wobbling along the pavement for ten metres, falling off whilst trying to disembark, and then blurting out “it’s perfect, I’d love to buy it”. He asked for £80, I offered £50. We met in the middle at £65 and shook hands. This might have been where the adventure ended had there not been one further, minor wrinkle to be ironed out.

On inspecting the bike more closely, I discovered a unique feature which Jeremy had neglected to advertise: there was a “kryptonite D-lock” still secured through the bike frame. But before I could raise an eyebrow, Jeremy anticipated my fears and reassured me that the bike was an old one of his brother’s, and he had simply lost the key. Out of the 300 bikes in his back garden, the likelihood that I should have picked out a family heirloom seemed like an extraordinary piece of fortune indeed. However, without waiting for my response, Jeremy immediately started to search for tools to remove the lock, with a speed and alacrity which confirmed that no impediment would prevent this sale from going ahead. On even closer inspection I noticed that the D-lock was not only attached to the bike frame, but also to another ring of metal–similar to the sort that are sometimes nailed onto walls for cyclists to secure their bikes. A cynical observer might claim that the bike looked like it had been forcibly ripped from the side of a building.

From the comfort of your lockdown boudoirs, I imagine it is easy for you to say what you might have done instead. I promise you it is much harder when you are actually in a man’s kitchen, with no alternative means of getting back to college, whilst he road-tests various weapons from his power tool arsenal in front of you. It gets harder still when one of his children comes downstairs and makes you a cup of tea whilst you wait.

After 15 minutes of fruitless angle-grinding, bashing and hacking, the ever-resilient Jeremy devised a new plan. He explained that he had ‘friends nearby’ in possession of the requisite tools to remove the lock. At a certain point you just have to accept that you are in too deep to bail. So, once again, I boarded the Honda, bike in tow, and went to meet Jeremy’s ‘friends’.

Jeremy’s description of ‘nearby’ turned out to be as flexible as his conception of what constituted the saleable condition of a 2nd hand bike. We drove for a further 30 minutes, deeper and deeper into the Oxfordshire countryside whilst he elaborated on his political leanings. I was interested to discover he was a “One Nation” Conservative and an ardent advocate for corporal punishment. Halfway through his assessment of the Thatcher administration, I spotted a sign saying that we were passing through Garsington. Three turns later, he pulled up behind an MOT garage. Springing out of the Honda, Jeremy whistled at his friend who slid out from beneath a car, and the two of them wheeled my bike around a corner into the sunset, leaving me locked in the car, alone. 

After 40 minutes with no sign of man nor bike, I shared my live location with a friend on facebook along with a signed will that any remaining organs should be donated to science.

However, once again, my fears were unjustified, and our returning hero Jeremy rolled into sight. He proudly encouraged me to examine the recently unfettered bike and asked me if I was happy with it. As a prisoner in his car, parked on the private land of his ‘friends’ ’ MOT station, I did not think it polite to demur.

3 hours after Jeremy originally picked me up, I was returned to Holywell Street. 24 hours later, the bike’s rear hub decided to stop working. Naturally this happened whilst negotiating the Cowley Roundabout, calculated by the Department of Transport to be “the Second Most Dangerous Roundabout In Britain”. The bike is now rusting in my garden instead of his. If you recognise any of its parts (the wheels don’t match so it must have a minimum of 3 previous owners) then let me know and I can return the relevant remains to you. Unfortunately, I strongly suspect that cutting off the D-lock removed the only working thing on that bike. 

A man’s best friend

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As a child, I developed a strange habit: whenever I wanted anything, I would make a PowerPoint. My younger self had a compulsion to set out an argument that developed over twenty slides, replete with rainbow gradient backgrounds and fancy transitions. I would then come downstairs and solemnly ask my family to convene in the living room for some important business; I would present my masterpiece in all seriousness and await my parents’ verdict. When I was ten I successfully persuaded them to take my brother and I to CenterParcs. Intoxicated by the sense of omnipotence this victory gave me – an ability to momentarily topple the power dynamics of the family unit to get my own way – these PowerPoints were henceforth prolific. I think my parents must have been secretly laughing at me, but whatever it was, something worked. If I wanted something I didn’t pout or cry; I retreated to my father’s study and made a presentation.

One day I set my sights on my biggest task yet. I wanted a dog. I gathered my family in the living room and went through my carefully prepared slides. I got my brother to hand out accompanying visual aids (cute puppy pictures I’d found on Google). I even drew up a contract which I was willing to sign, pledging to walk the dog every day, clear up its mess, love it forever, etc. My parents said no. I stopped making PowerPoints and told them I would never speak to them again, then probably went to my room and cried.

It wasn’t until a year later, when we moved to the countryside, that my parents changed their minds. It was a compelling need to fit in with the local residents, rather than my immaculate PowerPoint, that made the difference. We moved to a place with more pets than people; every single one of my neighbours has a dog.  Acquaintances are recounted in relation to their animal: ‘you know – Smudge’s owner’. On walks, dog is invariably greeted before the human. Christmas cards are signed by every member of the family – including the dog, often in a different handwriting that attempts to emulate some form of canine cursive. As a teenager I earned more money dog-sitting than baby-sitting.

Initially, I think it was mostly a desire to be socially visible that my parents rescued a three year old Jack Russell called Freddie. Over the years I watched my parents, previously cat-people who hated mess, become absolutely enraptured by this four legged, fourteen kilogram animal. Every morning I could hear my dad go downstairs and talk to the dog while he made his breakfast, asking how he slept, what his day was looking like, did he have any strange dreams? I doubt my dog had complete comprehension as to what my dad was saying – but dogs do have a talent for understanding; it is usually just an ability to perceive what is beyond words. I always thought my dog could feel how I was feeling. If I was sad, he knew, and would come and sit with me quietly, occasionally giving me a little affectionate head-butt as if to remind me he was there for me, that I mattered to him. In peak A-Level stress season, my mum had two ports of call for advice: ‘do some exercise’ or ‘go sit with the dog’. The latter was always the preferable. In very basic scientific terms, I believe this was because time with pets is said to increase levels of oxytocin (a stress-reducing hormone) and decrease the production of cortisol (a stress hormone which I discovered in abundance alongside my Chemistry A-Level). 

Essentially, in a world that is full of complexities, stresses and changes, one constant is canine affection. Every time they see you, you are the most important person in something’s life. Imagine feeling like that every time you walk through the door. I think we all have some innate narcissism that tells us we are the centre of the universe – a system of belief that is ironed out by existence in what my parents term ‘the real world’. But to Freddie I really was the centre; his existence seemed to orbit around loving his family. And when he sneezed it was so cute my heart would hurt.

Whenever Freddie got overexcited, he would run outside and chase his tail – once or twice he even caught it. He would sit on your feet under the dinner table because he didn’t like to touch the cold tiles. He ran in his sleep. He always had the hiccups when we were watching television. When we walked along the sea, on a promenade about two metres above it, he would sprint along the edge, barking at the unremitting waves.

When my twin brother and I went off to university, my mother worried about empty nest syndrome. I think she coped by turning the dog even more emphatically into her baby. When we returned after the first semester, we were shocked to find her pushing him around in a pram. He had started having trouble walking, and the vet suggested this so that he could still get out and see the world. He was still very happy, but by now he was an old dog and needed a lot of care. For the last several months of his life, my parents put as much on hold as they could to spend time with him. Some relatives and friends found this difficult to understand – surely he’s just a dog? But Freddie was part of the family. I think a lot of it was gratitude; this dog had enriched our lives since the day we got him. But how can you say thank you to a creature that doesn’t understand gratitude? Loving us was just something he did.

When I made that PowerPoint I was desperate for a dog – I thought it would provide an endless source of cuteness and bragging rights over my pet-less friends (I was a very mean-natured eleven year old). I envisioned dressing it up, teaching it tricks and frolicking in a couple of sunflower fields. I wanted a golden retriever: I would call it Princess. Instead we got Freddie – he didn’t like wearing bandanas, and could just about manage to ‘sit’ when bribed. But I am so grateful for him. He simply made every day that bit happier.