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Trashy Treasure – The power and politics of sexualised clothes for women throughout the ages

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“We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.”

“Trash” in 1555 was used to describe unwanted materials: “A carpenter’s yarde, wherein he dothe laye his tymber and Trasshe.” Similarly, using the word trash to describe “unwanted” people is not a new phenomenon. However, the people to whom the word refers to have changed over time as society decides what is or isn’t useful, what it desires itself to consist of. To refer to an individual with the adjective “trashy” however, (“worthless, disreputable”) has been predominantly applied to women in the modern age based on those aspects of behaviour or dress which seemingly seek to undermine the unspoken laws of conservative society.

The archetypes of women – the whore, the virgin, the mother and so forth – have been applied to categorise and objectify women for hundreds of years, and their clothes provided a means by which to do this. Since the biblical fall of Adam and Eve, nakedness has been equated with sin, but the female enticing the male to eat the forbidden fruit and thereby gain knowledge of his nakedness has been used to politicise the female body much more so than the male. This, and the fact that women are the child-bearers of society has led to their being seen as commodities, whose virtue or whoredom affects all of society.

Expressions like “a wolf in sheep’s clothing” are examples of the historical significance of clothing in either seeking to hide and shroud one’s inner being in a disguise, or to manifest it. A person’s clothes then become an extension of themselves and society is indignant towards the ability of clothes to deceive. If a person is dressed as something they aren’t or whether those are their “real” clothes must be discerned by the onlooker. In wearing different clothes the modern woman appropriates the archetypes of women (the whore, the virgin etc) and decides which of them to dress up as, therefore disseminating the notion that women are confined to one archetype at a time. If someone dresses as a virgin one day and a whore the next, those who categorise them as such are unable to discern which is their true guise, thus the ability of women to dress as they please is a means of self expression, liberation, and freedom from tyranny, disseminating women AS stereotypes, or indeed, women AS their clothes, and transcending arbitrary notions of “the” woman. Clothes are therefore used as a means of transformation. As seen in literature depicting oppressive regimes, such as The Handmaid’s Tale, the clothes are intrinsic to the being:

“[The Commander] goes on. ‘Women know that instinctively. Why did they buy so many different clothes, in the old days? To trick the men into thinking they were several different women. A new one each day.”

“‘So now that we don’t have different clothes,’ I say, ‘you merely have different women.’”

Ultimately the naked human body retains both differences and similarities to those of the same sex. Clothes are both a means by which to distinguish between peoples and also a means by which to make them appear the same.  If our clothes provide meaning through expression of personality, who are we without them? When we think we’re able to manipulate the stereotypes by becoming different people are we in fact adhering to the fetishisation of women’s bodies as interchangeable and depersonalised? If the clothes define the person, and people are dressed the same due to fashion trends, this feeds into the idea of a woman who can fit into any mould, in keeping with medieval notions of beauty in which women must represent a multitude of women in order to satisfy male desire, which still exists to this day, contributing to the mythologising of women not as people but as a fantasy. Sir Walter Raleigh wrote of Elizabeth the First:

“I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometime sitting in the shade like a Goddess, sometime singing like an angel, sometime playing like Orpheus; behold! the sorrow of this world once amiss hath bereaved me of all.”

The body of women continues to mean more politically than the body of men, and thus so does the way they dress. The fashion industries for women thrive on the ability to both dictate trends which undermine a woman’s position in society, thereby adhering to the status quo, and also mass market products that change the political atmosphere. What women wear has had a deeper significance through the ages than it would appear. Clothing represents appearance, guise: the politics of each decade have represented liberties and restraints on women through dress. The liberation of the 60s was both freedom and oppression. The freedom to wear short skirts and the oppression of mass marketing through the media, telling women to buy cosmetics and become image obsessed. Though women had the ability to take control of their own bodies by wearing clothes that were perceived as more provocative, this also adhered to their sexualisation and objectification, something that has recurred in this modern age.

Is it possible to retain individuality in a society in which media, advertising and mass marketing skew our perception of what is fashionable, and therefore what we should or should not wear to express ourselves? What’s fashionable is what everyone else is wearing, but what does that say politically? Clothes are in fact commercialising women: taking away their individuality – clothes cease to be tools of expression but become tools of subjection, reducing their worth, and making them interchangeable. With the high speed at which companies must keep up with new demands, most new clothes end up discarded within a short period of their purchase, and therefore literally become trash. Many of the newer products from online retailers are made from cheap materials in order to maintain this constant cycle. So when women are wearing cheap clothes, society, whose opinion is based on men, thus dains them cheap. The disposability of clothes becomes the disposability of the women that wear them, if women are “labelled” as extensions of self-presentation, they can be put on and taken off at will, by the men that dictate what is or isn’t fashionable. To be fashionable is to be new, and to be out of fashion is to be discarded. That we wear different clothes every day necessitates their continuous availability. To what extent are we wearing the clothes or the clothes wearing us? If one is what one wears, the “trashy” trends are in fact a desire to manipulate women into conforming to the over sexualised stereotypes of the woman as a temptress – almost harkening all the way back to Eve and Adam. The indoctrination of adverts, intrinsic to a consumer society, may in fact also be maintaining a women’s supposedly inferior position. Clothes are sold as objects to buy or sell to meet demands as women buy and sell these objects to meet the demands of society, ironically leading to their own objectification. Are we using the fashion industry to buy clothes or is the fashion industry using us to sell them? To what extent does choice in fashion exist?

On the other hand, reinventing the meaning of the word “trash” is the same as appropriating seemingly “trashy” clothes to make them something else: turning trash into treasure. If mass markets dictate that short skirts are fashionable then by wearing them a woman doesn’t have to conform to the notion of them as provocative. If a woman’s body was no longer politicised a short skirt would mean no more than a man wearing a t-shirt. The notion of trashiness is one that rests on presumptions that the clothes one wears define one’s personality, but we ourselves define what we are, and what the clothes we wear represent. The politicisation of the female body is intrinsic to an understanding of why the way women dress has been described as “trashy” and therefore, by implication, undesirable – to whom? And why? To paraphrase the saying that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure (because who cares what men think) – trash IS treasure! To say otherwise is to fall into societal stereotypes that have aimed to reduce the worth of women throughout time. What is or isn’t useful or of value is not based on the item itself but on the viewer’s perception of that item.

H&M x Giambattista Valli is a fast fashion renaissance

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On November 7, shoppers rushed to H&M flagships worldwide and feverishly refreshed their browsers in anticipation of the Giambattista Valli x H&M main collection drop. Following the line’s successful debut at the amfAR gala in Cannes this past May and the rave reviews emerging from its October 24 fashion show, the virtual and physical stampedes practically wrote themselves into the stars. Within an hour, the collaboration’s intricate and showstopping designs sold out on the high street retailer’s website and hordes vacated the high street stores.

In an interview with Vogue last month, the Italian-born, Paris-based designer perfectly summarized his aesthetic approach to the collaboration: “I like the idea of H&M in front of a Caravaggio.” And he did exactly that. At the collaboration’s show two weeks ago, Kendall Jenner modeled Valli’s signature ruffles with the Caravaggio oils of Rome’s Palazzo Doria Paphilj as her backdrop. The baroque painter seems well suited to the H&M collaboration: just as he sought to render his paintings more relatable by depicting real people in modern dress as models for divine subjects, Valli makes his artform more accessible by trading in plissé tulle for polyester. Caravaggio’s bold reds imbued his canvases with intensity juxtaposed against dark tenebrism just as the dramatic red ruffles in which Kendall Jenner walked shone like a bastion of ultrafeminine power and grace amidst what we might call a bleak present. Nicknamed “Project Love,” the collaboration was conceived with the intention of bringing happiness to consumers internationally, and in this, it succeeds. As its hem suggests, the “Long Tulle Dress” (retailing at £299.99) has high-low appeal, conceivably the reason it has been the centerpiece of the collaboration. The tulle dress’s dynamic length, tapered waste, and plunging V-neck all evidence Valli’s dazzling red-carpet style via the high street. Other standout pieces include the “Ball Dress,” a black gown with enchanting floral embroidery (£249.99) and the “Chiffon Dress,” a white frock with cascading pleats and a dreamy print (£139.99). Valli also designed t-shirts (£24.99) and even a two-pack pair of socks (£12.99) in keeping with H&M’s wide range of offerings.

In a recent interview with the Telegraph, Valli said of the line, “My idea was for you to look at a dress and think it is just as good, it just has different ingredients. Very good pizza is not worse than very good caviar, you know?” While Mr. Valli’s final comparison can place the fashion industry into the murky waters of taking street style staples like sneakers or jeans and attaching their label to justify the addition of several zeros to the sum, the notion of appreciating good style resonates with high street and haute couture customers alike. Deft needlework and sumptuous fabrics may be synonymous with quality fashion pieces; yet, Giambattista Valli x H&M perhaps gets at fashion’s very essence: clothes without the mannequin. In other words, Valli’s designs are so compelling that they win admiration from all shoppers on account of their sheer artistry, even if they lack the traditional trappings of a high fashion designation.

Remember, Remember Your Duty to Remember

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Comfort is not what we expect from theatre. If it were, we wouldn’t be paying for tickets just to sit in a cramped seat in a crowded room for 1-3 hours, when we could be relaxing in our own, pillow-padded rooms with Netflix and the ability to go to the loo whenever we wanted. If it were, Shakespeare’s Globe would be the worst theatre in existence, and King Learthe most disagreeable play. But no—we go to the theatre, at the expenses of our bladders, bottoms, and sometimes pockets, to be motivated, stimulated, and affected. To be induced to think and feel. Such impact is one of the most charming aspects of theatre. 

But the impact itself is not always charming; sometimes it disturbs us and makes us uncomfortable. And sometimes it prompts us to look into the face of things, important things, that we try to forget and leave behind, or even are pained by. Like a wake-up call, an alarm we didn’t know we needed until it starts ringing. 

When I visited London in the summer of 2018, I did think of getting a ticket to the National’s production ofTranslations, but for some reason I can’t remember decided not to. Then I forgot about it. Same year, in December: I was back in England for my interview at Oxford. Just a few days before my memorable—but I will not digress—interview week, I saw The Height of the Storm, written by Florian Zeller and starring Jonathan Pryce and Eileen Atkins, at the Wyndham’s Theatre. I had already spoilt myself by reading the play beforehand, so knew what to expect. But the parts of me that it touched were completely unexpected—and where they touched me, they left a strong, burning mark. 

The Height of the Stormdeals with many things, but its most captivating aspect is its wretchedly teasing ambiguity on either Andre or Madeleine’s widowhood. Until its very last moment, the play provides no definite answer to the question: who is the widow/widower, Andre or Madeline? Or are they both alive, despite the play’s persistent hinting at a loss in the family? In either case, the stage of The Height of the Stormis constantly haunted by the past and the dead, at the same time blurring the line between past/present and dead/alive. The past lives with and within us, coexists with us, affects us. Andre says, “You think people are dead, but that’s not always the case.” 

After the show, I waited outside for Jonathan Pryce. While I was getting his autograph (he was so nice about it, hats off), I told him how much his performance had reminded me of my grandfather. A once authoritative man now debilitated by Alzheimer’s and haunted by the absence of his wife and his daughter (my mother). It is my job every holiday to visit him and tell him how his daughter is doing. I don’t know if he really believes me, yet nonetheless we keep maintaining an ecosystem of absent people and past memories that we both inhabit. 

Of course, this is something I used to refuse to admit, or even bring to mind; writing about it, as I am doing now, would have been unthinkable. It pained me and threatened to bring back all the grief I’d managed to suppress; at best it seemed melodramatic and pathetic.The Height of the Stormdramatized it, physicalized it, vocalized it, and presented it to me on the stage, to which my whole attention was drawn. And more—in Jonathan Pryce’s Andre, I glimpsed not just my grandfather, but myself as well. I realized how much I was, even in my constant attempt to pretend nothing ever happened, affected by and living with the past. How much of my identity and thought process was even now under its influence: I was still my mother’s daughter, seeing the world as she taught me to, hoping she would approve of me, perhaps even be proud of me. The play provided the push that drew all this out of my subconscious. It gave me the means and encouragement to live with and face the past—face who I am. 

Jump to October, 2019. Apparently, the interviews had went well, because I was back in England as a first-year student. I survived freshers’ week, survived matriculation, and took a train to London to see the revival of the National’s Translations, written by Brian Friel—I’d almost forgotten about it, but it had reasserted itself into my memory. 

And that is what the play does: it reasserts the past back into the public consciousness. It is about the anglicization of Irish place names, but everyone, including the characters, know that it’s more than just place names: it’s a clash between cultures which develops into a convergence of cultures, strongly hinting at cultural imperialism. The schoolmaster Hugh, monumentally played by Ciarán Hinds, remarks, “it is not the literal past, the ‘facts’ of history, that shape us, but images of the past (…) we must never cease renewing those images; because once we do, we fossilize.” 

We must renew our images of the past—there is a reason the National Theatre (emphasis on “national”) staged this play twice. Translationsis a much-needed reminder of the necessity of knowing and discussing and renewing the images of the past. By bringing back to the public mind the cultural and political clashes between Ireland and Britain, it provides a context in which we can deal with today’s issues of even greater cultural conflict and convergence that globalization brought upon us. It has acted as a cautionary check on globalism’s side effects, such as the coexistence of different languages and norms, reminding us to acknowledge and act in accordance with our cultural and historical context: our past. 

Review: The Mine Hatch

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Dora Hosie’s The Mine Hatch is a psychological domestic drama charting the twisted relations of a family that revolves around its chaotic heart – the matriarch Gentle Man (Dora Hosie). Predominantly set in a family home that is literally and metaphorically crumbling around its warring inhabitants, the play follows the disruptions that ensue when Gentle Man’s lover, Major (Rhys Appleyard), returns after two years as simultaneously Gentle Man’s daughter Kate (Sabby Pinto) prepares to leave home. The toxic relationship between between these two women is intensified by the presence of Major, as tensions escalate throughout the play. 

We first meet Hosie’s Gentle Man alone on the stage, a mesmerising figure whose nervous energy charges the play. Performativity is central to the play, with its reflections on the meta nature of theatre and the tales and stories that we tell both ourselves and those around us. Nowhere is this performativity more clearly exemplified than in the character of Gentle Man, whose enclosed existence in the decaying house is stimulated by her fantastical telling and retelling of stories. These stories exasperate Kate but hold Gentle Man’s other daughter, a tragically compelling Maya Wall, trapped. In a play reflecting on the act of telling and narration, it is these stories that seem to keep Gentle Man alive, and give her a fierce grip on the other characters; Major says ‘you have to believe her’. Rhys Appleyard’s Major is a convincingly muted and manipulated presence amongst the mercurial passions of the three women. The relationship between these women is at heart of the play, with the contrast between the wonderfully satirical portrayal of Kate and the sinewy paranoia of Gentle Man. The toxicity of this relationship pervades each scene, but despite its dark material the play is lightened by frequent moments of comedy, brought about by the pitch perfect comic timing of Hosie and Pinto and the humorously expressed sexual desires of both women.

Praise should also be given to the simple but effective set, with the sparse stage littered with empty alcohol bottles, another by-product of the chaos of Gentle Man’s existence. A particularly effective moment in the play was the dramatic power cut, which allowed Gentle Man’s voice to cut through the darkness, providing a sense of the inescapability of those bound to her. The fragmented and disparate dialogue suited the psychologically investigative nature of the play, but at times the whirlwind of words left a slight feeling of emptiness, and the play could have perhaps done with a little more impetus of plot. Nonetheless,The Mine Hatch is an intensely compelling investigation of psychological breakdown, both of the unit and of the individual, and each actor gave convincing and dynamic performances that held the audience’s attention throughout.

Preview: Martlets

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Worcester is currently commemorating 40 years since it became co-educational, and Simone Norowzian’s original play, Martlets was a charmingly playful way of celebrating it. Sunday night’s previews were ‘staged’ in Worcester Memorial Room, a temporary location. Upon our arrival, we were faced with a gaggle of chairs and props dotted around the admittedly imperfect performance space, and a small yet animated audience. Though we sat down tentatively on seats we hoped were not going to be used during the play, I didn’t feel as if our intrusion onto the performance space would have mattered. The marketing material for the play ‘cordially invite[s]’ us to a ‘Freshers’ event in Worcester college circa 1979’, and the more informal, intimate setting of the dress run enhanced audience presence and participation (every cloud!). Before the play even began, I was offered a drink, and given a (sadly empty) red solo cup, while William Ridd Foxton’s bumbling Richard interacted with his small yet appreciative audience. 

The play opens in earnest in media res. The men sit before us, discussing the elusive female species about to enter their college, amusingly accompanied by Norowzian’s own character, a moustached-chauvinist. The arrival of the women is alien territory for all but Carlo QC’s pseudo-suave Jude, whose amusing misjudgements and faux-pas end up driving a plot that seems fairly thin otherwise. No doubt due to the fact that I was watching a dress rehearsal, the play rattled through conversation and events at rapid speeds. The length turned out to be shorter than the original, at only an hour, and some elements of the play were lost for it. Nevertheless, this odyssey through paradigms of these students’ Oxford experiences, including unfortunate sconces and missed OUCA meetings, had its amusing merits and promising moments. Well-scripted jokes were pulled off successfully by a group of competent actors, who each played convincing caricatures with palpable enthusiasm. Throughout the performance, selected members of the audience were taken to an alternative room where, I am told, a different scene continued; though somewhat hindered by the setting, this interactive style of comedy was an interesting way of creating a bespoke audience experience: something I certainly was not expecting. 

Martlets demonstrates a great deal of potential, but was not done justice, I felt, by rapid line delivery and subject change. I had written in my notes during the performance: ‘there is so much going on!’, capitalised, and the play paradoxically seems to cover too much and too little at once. The conversation jolts suddenly from cocktails, to Ancient Greek Homosexuality, to parental expectation, and in a play so heavily focused on dialogue, I would like to have seen a more sustained focus on the clear wit in Norowizan’s writing. 

In the context of 40 years of women at Worcester, I felt that the play could have benefited from greater commentary on this necessary step towards equality. Passing remarks are made about the novelty of female presence, but in some cases the caricature-ish presentation of the women, one of whom claims unconvincingly to be interested in ‘Shakespeare, current affairs and… the Sex Pistols’, seems to trivialise rather than celebrate. Nevertheless, the play was a perfect representation of the funny eccentricities of being a fresher, and its cheerful energy was infectious. Martlets is a play full of joy and sharp writing, all it needs is a bit of polishing. 

Review: Beard

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McNelis’s Beard is a musical with a message – and a message that is powerfully delivered despite the light-hearted tone and quickfire quips that make each scene fizz. It starts in a Premier League team locker room, and it soon becomes clear that the banter and macho culture of football has its dark side.

Beard follows the story of Chris Prince (Emilio Campa), the captain of the team, as he attempts to accept his sexuality and make it known to the world, despite the rampant homophobia present in the football culture he is at the centre of. Intertwining with his story are the struggles of Sam (Hero Douglas), who thinks she’s found her ideal man and the solution to all her problems in Chris.

The story creates the opportunity for plenty of comic moments, with Chris trying to perform the role of the ‘macho’ footballer when around his best friend Westy, a scene-stealing Luke Buckley-Harris. Buckley-Harris has a gutsy voice that matches the overbearing yet likeable character he plays, and the fast pace humour of Chris and Westy’s scenes makes for great entertainment. Campa has perfect comic timing, switching from genuine enjoyment at being with his mate to not-quite-concealed nerves when he is expected to give a certain answer or take part in ‘locker-room banter’. Despite the convincing subtlety of his performance his nervous persona could at times have been more varied. The friendship between these two is one of the most problematic yet intriguing elements of the play, particularly in the fraught scene where Chris reveals his sexuality to Westy. The homophobic response to this revelation jars, yet underneath his baffled fury there is also a well conveyed sense of betrayal at the secrets that have been kept from him as he accuses Chris ‘I didn’t know the real you at all’. 

The musical portrays with great clarity the struggles and difficulties of having a career in such an intensely prejudiced world, leading to interesting questions about the ethics of Chris’s behaviour, particularly as involves his relationship towards Sam. In a praiseworthy performance Douglas tugs on the heartstrings as a softly sympathetic woman deeply in love with a man she can’t have. In one particularly heartrending scene she perfectly conveys the hurt of Chris’s betrayal, passionately exclaiming ‘I was his fucking beard’. Praise should also be given to Math Roberts and Elise Busset for their performances as Andy Price and Sam’s friend Gabby. Roberts has a star turn in the hilarious cabaret scene, while Busset’s occasional lack of projection in the songs is more than made up for by her slick dancing and compelling stage presence.

Throughout the music is catchy and lively, with swinging syncopation and smart, sharp lyrics. There are also some intensely emotional songs, delivered with real feeling by the cast. One song that was particularly effective was the layering of all the different voices of the cast at the end, as the musical works up to an emotional climax. However, at times the tenor of the music felt a little similar, with occasional lack of variety in the melodic line.

Overall though Beard is a gripping musical that raises important issues in a script where humour and emotional substance is perfectly blended.

Oxfordshire Green Party Launch Campaign

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David Williams, the Green Party candidate for Oxford East, launched his campaign last week.

After the Green Party decision to stand down in Oxford West and Abingdon for the Liberal Democrats as part of the Unite to Remain campaign, Williams will be the only candidate from the Greens to run in either of the two Oxford constituencies.

In a statement on the Oxfordshire Green Party website, Williams said:“Having first been elected as a councillor in 2006, I’m known in East Oxford for my tireless campaigning on the NHS, the environment, and against austerity.”

“As my track record shows – in 2016 I opposed the massive cuts that Tory, Labour and Lib Dems voted through the County Council and I have also opposed the disastrous Oxford to Cambridge Expresswayfrom the start. I’m a firm believer in a cleaner, brighter future through investment in renewable energy, public transport and free education.”

Williams, formerly a councillor for 30 years, has long been a leading speaker at Oxford demonstrations.

In a statement, the Green Party said: “[Williams] is a trade unionist, campaigner and academic who has been constant in his principles for over thirty years of public campaigning.”

“Greens are confident of increas- ing their vote share and voice in Oxford East running a full campaign in the constituency, running opposed

cuts, supporting a People’s Vote and as the only party addressing the Climate Emergency.”

The Green Party launched its 2019 manifesto earlier this week, setting out a “Green New Deal”.

Beginning with the statement, “If not now, when?”, the manifesto proposes wide-ranging measures from the replacement of fossil fuels to investing in cycle paths.

The manifesto states: “In spring 2019 the Green MP for Brighton Pa- vilion, Caroline Lucas, sponsored an Early Day Motion highlighting the Climate Emergency, and welcomed environmental activist Greta Thun-

berg to Parliament. A few weeks after Greta addressed MPs on the need for action, Parliament itself declared a Climate Emergency. Caroline continues to work to ensure that warm words from MPs on tackling the Climate Emergency are followed through with meaningful action.

“From council chambers to Westminster, and in hundreds of places in between, Greens are leading thefight against climate chaos.”

“This election is your chance to stand with us and put the Climate Emergency at the top of the political agenda.”

One key policy to tackle climate change is the pledge to spend £100 billion to cut greenhouse gases to zero.

Whereas other party policies aim to cut emissions to zero by 2050 or 2045, the Greens aim for complete elimination by 2030.

Other key environmental policies include banning single-use plastic, spending £2.5 billion on cycle routes, building 100,000 zero-carbon homes, electrifying the railway, and planting 700 million trees by 2030.

Aside from environmental policies, the Greens promise in their manifesto to invest £6 billion a year in the NHS until 2030, replace the ‘first-past-the-post’ voting systemwith an alternative model, and scrap tuition fees for undergraduates.

The Green Party website details describes the “Green New Deal” as a “comprehensive ten-year plan ambitious enough to tackle climate and ecological breakdown at the scale and speed set out by science, says: “It will deliver a fast and fair transformation of our economy and society, renewing almost every as- pect of life in the UK: from the way we produce and consume energy, to the way in which we grow the food we eat, and how we work, travel, and heat our homes.”

Service held for International Transgender Day of Remembrance

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On Wednesday night the university’s LGBTQ+ Society held service for the International Transgender Day of Remembrance.

Trans members of the university performed selfwritten music and held speeches about the growing acceptance of the trans community, and the long way that still lies ahead.

The ceremony took place in Hertford College Chapel. While three speakers read out a list of the victims of transphobic murders, those attending the service were given the chance to light candles in remembrance of the killed members of the trans community.

For around twenty minutes, name after name was read out, with countless “Name Unknowns”. According to PinkNews, an online platform that features news on the LGBT+ community, 311 trans people were murdered last year.

The platform points out that the numbers may be skewed, as local authorities are not always required to report killings to central databases.

In a statement about the service, the LGBTQ+ Society said: “We ask that you stand with us during this time.”

They invited all, “regardless of identity”, to attend. In particular, they wanted to “honour the memories of transfeminine people of colour, who are disproportionately affected by violence caused by systematic transphobia, transmisogyny, racism, classism and ableism in our society today”.

The SU’s LGBTQ+ campaign estimates, as stated in their 2018 Trans Report, that there are less than 100 trans students at the University of Oxford.

Of those that responded to the SU’s survey, 2 in 3 had experienced transphobia or discrimination at the university. Few had reported it, most saying that they would not feel comfortable doing so.

One of the speakers said: “The UK isn’t safe, there’s a long way to go.” Referring to Section 28 of the Local Government Act 1988, which prohibited promoting homosexuality and was not repealed until 2000 in Scotland and 2003 in the rest of the UK, they added: “We grew up at a time where we weren’t allowed to talk about being gay”.

Another speaker emphasised the growing acceptance for the trans community, saying: “I love where we’re getting to.” Transgender Day of Remembrance takes place annually since November 20, 1998.

It was first organized by trans activist Gwendolyn Smith, following the murder of Rita Hester in Massachusetts.

Across the world, volunteers from the trans community hold vigils to remember those they have lost every year and read out the list of names.

After the ceremony, the society organized two welfare spaces at Harris Manchester College.

SWEP accommodation activated by City Council with new procotols

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Oxford City Council activated its severe weather emergency protocol (SWEP) from rough sleepers this week.

SWEP opens emergency accommodation for homeless people during the colder months of the year, extending to people who have no local connection to Oxford, no right to claim benefits or who have refused previous offers of accommodation and support.

This protocol was previously activated when the Met Office forecasted three or more consecutive nights of sub-zero temperatures.

People would have to present at O’Hanlon House between 9pm and 9:30pm on every night SWEP was activated before they knew where their bed for the night was.

This winter sees changes to the protocol.

SWEP beds are available for anyone who wants to come inside for one night, whenever the Met Office forecasts an overnight temperature of zero or below.

Outreach and assessment services will allocate SWEP spaces to people during the day and notify them where and when they need to go, removing the need to attend O’Hanlon House.

Aiming to improve the experience for people experiencing homelessness, the new process will reduce pressure on services provided at O’Hanlon House.

Stephen Clarke, head of housing services, said: “This winter we’re activating SWEP beds every night the temperature is forecast to hit zero. We’ve also listened to SWEP users who told us at the end of last winter that they didn’t want to register at O’Hanlon House every night.

“We’ve streamlined the registration process and will be telling people during the day where they’ll be sleeping if they want to come inside tonight.”

Using its discretion, the council will open emergency beds in other severe conditions, including snow on the ground, sub-zero “feels like” temperatures or a warmer night during “a prolonged freezing spell.”

In a statement, the council said: “The council hopes there will be less need for SWEP beds this winter given that it has opened two new homeslessness services in the last month.

“The Somewhere Safe to Stay service offers 12 beds for up to seven nights to people who are newly homeless or at risk of rough sleeping while they participate in an intensive “right first time” assessment that identifies suitable housing and links them with the other support they need to leave homelessness behind.

“A shelter offering winterlong accommodation for up to 13 people experiencing rough sleeping is also now open. The winter shelter is available to anyone, even if they do not have a local connection to Oxford or recourse to public funds. Referrals to the winter shelter must be made via the outreach and assessment team, OxSPOT.”

Churches Together will also offer 20 beds in the Oxford Winter Night Shelter from New Year.

Calls to end all ties between University and Union

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Harry Hatwell, who began impeachment proceedings against the former Union President last week, has called on the University to sever all ties with the Oxford Union.

Brendan McGrath resigned after Hatwell’s motion reached 150 signatures in just six hours, with a string of senior Union figures resigning in protest. A change.org petition calling for McGrath’s resignation attracted over 58,000 signatures.

Hatwell told Cherwell: “While I welcome Brendan’s resignation, I am unconvinced that the Union really has changed and the group I worked with on the impeachment process will continue to press for reform.

“Having met with the Union’s Acting President yesterday to discuss changes to the Union’s staggeringly complex 252 pages of rules and to push for an independent investigation into what happened, my attention will shift to getting to grips with the Union’s structural arrangements, as well as writing to the Vice-Chancellor, Professor Louise Richardson, asking her to formally end all links between the Union and the University.

“I have also begun sifting through reports and trust deeds in order to make a complaint to the trustees of the bodies that run the Union, as well as to the Charity Commission. It is heartening that we reached 301 signatures (151 more than we needed) within just a few hours of putting the impeachment motion up but now we need to use that momentum to force through real change. My message to all Union committee members is this: if you do not feel that change is necessary or that you will not work for it, then now is the time to step down.”

Following McGrath’s resignation, Hatwell met with Acting President Sara Dube.

Dube called an emergency committee meeting looking into the controversy on Thursday. The meeting discussed potential future meetings with disability advisory services, professional review of staff, equality training for staff and committee, and the complaints process.

In a Facebook post, the Oxford Union announced the motions passed by the Standing Committee (TSC). The motions will “address preliminary steps that must be taken at the Oxford Union to pave the way for longer-term reform.”

The motions are as follows: “1. TSC recommends that it passes a new disability policy after consultation with external advisors before the end of Michaelmas Term 2019.

“2. TSC recommends that the Acting President creates a form entitled Consultation on Union Accessibility on Thursday November 21st.

“3. TSC recommends that all Union staff and committee receive mandatory disability, race awareness, and implicit bias training in each term if they haven’t received in the past year, subject to the advice of external advisors.

“4. TSC commits to working with the Trustees of the Oxford Union to undertake a comprehensive review of all practices, policies, and structures of the Union.”

Dube, previously the PresidentElect, will continue her tenure as President into Hilary term.

Dube told Cherwell: “Addressing this incident and ensuring that something like this never happens again is my absolute priority going forward.”