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“Poetry is political because it’s so immediate.”

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In search of localised wisdom, Cherwell spoke to one of Oxford’s own. Poetry sensation, Birmingham Young Poet Laureate (2018-20), Foyle Young Poet of the Year (2017) and English student at Oxford, Aliyah Begum talked all things ‘literature as a side hustle’ with us. 

How did you become a poet?

“I’ve always been writing ever since I can remember. I think I wrote my first poem in year two. It was very simple like, you know, six lines, abab,” that’s poetry talk for the rhyme scheme, “nothing too groundbreaking. I had been writing stories, but then I magically realised that poems are a lot shorter, and therefore less hassle.” That’s some realisation for a seven year-old. 

Before the Bodleian, there was Aliyah’s local library. “In the West Midlands, we have Poetry on Loan; they have little postcards that they get local poets to write poems on. I used to collect those in the library. 

“And then I think Secondary School is when I got more into it. We had a spoken word club. And so – as lame as it sounds – we would meet every Friday lunchtime. Then I started going to open mic nights in central Birmingham.”

The poet truly punched above her weight. “They were always adult poets doing their thing, and then I’d go on stage with like, ‘Oh, this is my first time on open mic night. I’m 11 and I’m going to read a poem about anti-capitalism or anti-racism or something.’ So I think the spoken word scene in Bermingham was where I really grew as a poet. It led to the Poet Laureateship and me taking poetry seriously for myself.”

Aliyah said that current Poet Laureate for Birmingham, Jasmine Gardosi was central to her precocious appearances at open mic nights. But, naturally, placed ‘mum’ in the category of champion. Watching Aliyah metamorphose from shy Year 7 into poet extraordinaire, “I think she could see how much performance boosted my confidence and how much I loved it.”

But, over the course of ten years, with an Oxonian hiatus planted in the middle, “the landscape has changed. Some of the more grassroots open mic nights are now in Symphony Hall or theatres. It’s cool to see the old ones get bigger and the new ones pop up.”

Thoughts? “It’s the natural progression of how things go. Poetry Jam, that was a kind of community. It would be in the Java Lounge and small coffee shops – probably breaking a million health and safety violations because there were no fire exits. People would be sat on the floor in between rounds.”

There’s a demand for this. “So they would scale up the venues each time and then they’d probably get more funding and the Arts Council would get involved. But it’s nice to see grassroots open mic nights still pop up in pubs and social clubs. I think that’s something I really missed in Oxford.”

What’s different about Oxford’s poetry world?

“The thing I love about poetry is it’s so inclusive and warm and welcoming. Being used to Birmingham, where a lot of people look like me, especially in the poetry scene and coming to Oxford where you go into the lecture theatre and it’s a room full of white girls – I found that quite intimidating in first year.”

Then, Aliyah gushed at the “exciting and vibrant” potential of Oxford’s writers: “they produce such beautiful, amazing pieces of work.” But, when you’ve been milling around with 20-something professional poets since you were 11, university poetry will seem very fledgling.

“It’s a really exciting scene but it is a little bit insular – maybe that’s just Oxford in general – I think there could be more collaboration. Like, there could be so much more collaboration between societies and magazines, and even with the local community. Oxford Poetry Library, for example, does brilliant writing workshops and community sessions.” Inside and outside the University, “the poetry scene in Oxford is brilliant, and there’s so much opportunity. We’re really lucky to be in this city of poets.” 

Is your poetry framed by a cityscape – Birmingham or Oxford?

“In terms of the literary world, there are maybe two districts: spoken word and performance poetry, and then a kind of more so called highbrow or literary poetry.” Aliyah pauses then to say “even the term ‘highbrow’ is a whole thing in itself because it comes from racist phrenology.” 

“Poetry that I learned in Birmingham and grew up with was spoken word and communal. Whereas at Oxford, it does feel like there’s a tendency to turn towards the literary and to try to replicate those institutions. For example, the Oxford Review of Books is like the London Review of Books. In Oxford, poetry is trying to lean more towards the institutional side of literature rather than the communal side of it.”

So, Aliyah is doing the work of building a bridge between the two. “I think there is a space for both spoken word and orthodox literary poetry to co-exist – and they must – but, at the moment, I don’t like how supposedly highbrow poetry is valued more than spoken word perhaps.” 

COP26, Young Poet Laureateship – how do you reconcile your poetry with institution?

The ‘institution’ of Young Poet Laureate was not without its pitfalls. “I did work with schools and libraries sometimes, but most of the time, it felt like I was more of a spokesperson or presenting, which I love to do. But I think I wish I had the chance to be more kind of actually engaging with young people and advocating for poetry directly with them.” 

Aliyah seems unsettled by our constant need to be validated by pre-existing institutions. “I think what I’m going to realise as I’m getting older is that it’s fine to not seek validation from these institutions. It’s not as bad with poetry as it is with novels or art but prizes or certain organisations tend to provide validation. I love poetry because it can be radical and grassroots. And, not to bang on about capitalism, but the value of poetry is contingent on how much money it can raise. So trying to feel proud about poetry and being able to love poetry outside of those institutions and prizes is something that I think is really important. It’s something that I’m trying to try to get better at – challenging where I think I get validation from.”

Again, this comes in the form of community where validation is just as much about the groups of people you engage with. Another institution Aliyah is involved with is The Poetry Society.  

“I love the Poetry Society. I interned with them over summer. You can really tell that they care about poetry, they care about young people, and they just want to give young people more opportunities to write and to make poetry more accessible.” Sometimes, pre-existing frameworks are invaluable to establishing community. Like with Foyles Young Poets, “it does introduce you to a kind of network of like minded people.”

Even still, poetry seems to be Aliyah’s means of challenging this notion of ‘institution’ in a way that is unavoidable. 

“I think poetry is inherently political. Even if you’re writing about a rosebush that you see outside, the fact that you’ve got the chance to, you’ve got time away from work, you’ve got time away from other responsibilities, that’s – I don’t want to say privilege because I think it should be right – but you’re lucky to be able to write poetry.”

Alongside nine other young poets, Aliyah Begum was chosen to perform at COP26. “It felt like a glorified careers fair. There were companies trying to sell themselves to you. It was just very icky.” 

So poetry becomes a method of political protest. “I did a Poets for Palestine event at Worcester last year. And that was inspired by Anthony Anaxagorou who did a national Poets for Palestine event. Poetry is a way of honouring and listening to voices that are being suppressed. 

“Poetry is political because it’s so immediate. You can write a novel but a) that takes time to write b) you have to find a publisher and give people time to read it. Whereas a poem, you can share it online or in person; it’s a lot more digestible and is a more immediate way of conveying your opinion.” 

Can one make a career out of tearing down the walls of conformity through poetry?

“All I know is I want to work with people and words. I just know that poetry is going to be something that always stays with me.”

You can’t say fairer than that.

With thanks to Aliyah Begum for this interview. 

Aliyah’s poetry can be found on the Poetry Society website. 

You can find her most recent work, Apples and Snakes, here.

Uncorny traditionalism at Il Corno

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Il Corno stands out from the average sit-in Covered Market restaurant. Its crimson walls contrast from the beiges and blues of the surrounding stalls and walls, with an inviting and intimate yet intimidating atmosphere that made me feel like I was no longer in a market. The walls were covered with various statues of cornicellos – twisted chilis that look like horns and are central to Neapolitan culture – that the restaurant took its name from. They also served as centrepieces for each of the metal tables with red outdoor market-style chairs adding to the colour scheme.  Light jazz played in the background, and the seating was limited, which made it feel more close-quartered, and packed despite coming at 3pm on a weekday. 

Il Corno is a Neapolitan panuozzo place cooking the Cucina Campania. The restaurant serves this type of sandwich – panuozzo – made of pizza dough cooked in the oven and filled to the brim with various ingredients. Il Corno is run by Fanny and her family, who are from Naples. After getting her Italian Studies PhD in the UK, Fanny wanted to incorporate her culture into the restaurant through both the food and decor . The cornicellos are lucky amulets in Naples; each one brings a slightly different type of luck. The other statuettes in the restaurant are from Naples as well. There’s one of San Gennaro and Lady Bella to bring positive energy. Fanny also noted that the jazz playing in the background was all Neapolitan records. She truly ties in the theme of traditionalism.

The food was no different. To begin, we had the almond taralli, a traditional street food that is a small donut-shaped wheat snack. They had both a vegan and a non-vegan option to try, with the non-vegan option being made of pork fat. I loved the crumble of the non-vegan option and the way it paired with the crunch of the large pieces of almond. This was a delight to have warm. It was slightly salty and not much else, which let you focus on the unique texture.The vegan option had no almond and was more crunchy than crumbly, which I liked less, but reminded me of the sweet taralli I’d have at the Italian bakery at home. The crunch was more similar to that of an extra crunchy pretzel, and I certainly could picture eating some on a late night snack. 

We then got to the panuozzi themselves. There were  both vegetarian and meat options, which Fanny explained was one of her key priorities when planning. “At first, I wanted it all to be veggie and vegan, but it created a clash with making it all authentic Neapolitan food. This was the best compromise.” There is an option to make it vegan; Il Corno’s award-winning vegan mozzarella is from a vegan pizza ingredient producer in London and costs nothing to substitute. The other ingredients in each of the panuozzi were likewise assured to be fresh, whether from Italian ingredient shops in London or from Italy itself. Fanny explained that she cared more about the quality of ingredients than the number of options, leaving us with four total panuozzi: two veggie- and two meat-based.

We started with the half-panuozzo Munaciello, which had sausage, broccoli friarielli, and scamorza cheese. The broccoli friarielli was a new touch that I hadn’t found before in Oxford. It was salty, thinner than your grocery store broccoli, with more of a chew than a crunch. The sausage overpowered the flavour originally, but the friarielli came out in the aftertaste. The scamorza brought out a bit of smoky flavour that I quite liked. Overall, with the crunch of the bread, I felt it was a very good and filling meal, especially for half the normal portion.

Then came the vegetarian Il Corno , which had tomato, mozzarella, and basil. It was a great sandwich, but  wasn’t anything groundbreaking. The bread, once again, really added to the experience. I thought that a bit of balsamic vinegar would have improved it even more.  I had later tried the other vegetarian option, with the friarielli and bell peppers. I liked it more, though the feeling that something may have been missing was still there.

Prices ranged from 8 to 11.5 pounds, which seems expensive for student budgets. There are options, though: half toasties were half the price and just as filling. And for the price, it felt like a fun treat to have for something relatively unique. Even just being able to sit in the restaurant and work felt good: many people had just grabbed coffees and sat to get something done. 

We finished with the delicious limoncello and baba rum, which was a soft bread soaked in syrup and served as a nice cap to the afternoon. While finishing up, we touched on their location in the Covered Market: Fanny talked about befriending the other stall owners, especially her neighbours, and the warm welcome they received from the Market. She notes that Il Corno had created a different kind of space, one that focused on letting people sit and relax while eating rather than grabbing food and going. 

With many Italians coming by to get a taste of home as well as tourists and students grabbing a bite to eat, the restaurant always seems to find a way to introduce Neapolitan food to new people. Fanny says that she’s happy to see her regulars come and catch up, whether they order food or just a coffee to sit and work. She’s taking advantage of the Covered Market’s late hours on Thursday and Friday to spice up the restaurant during dinner hours; it’s often filled with people going out for a date night. She plans on hosting talks about both Neapolitan and Italian culture overall. Overall, it was a great experience at Il Corno, with a little immersion into traditional culture mixed with the modern flare of jazz. The food was good, though pricey, and I would totally go back for the taralli if ever in need of a savoury treat.

St Edmund Hall gives welfare role to former Balliol chaplain accused of improper rape remarks

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A former Balliol chaplain who stepped down after allegedly making several inappropriate remarks to a rape victim – including asking if she was “aware of the effect she had on men” – has been given a welfare position at St Edmund Hall. 

Rev Canon Bruce Kinsey resigned from his role as head of wellbeing and welfare at Balliol after an inquiry into inappropriate comments and questions directed toward female victims of sexual assault. He was accused of asking one student if she was a virgin and claiming perpetrators were “puppies who needed to be trained” during a speech to students about consent. 

Kinsey began his work at Teddy Hall in January, assisting as interim chaplain and then as a welfare advisor. Although it appears Kinsey was originally scheduled to stay until June, a spokesperson for Teddy Hall has recently stated that his position finishes in March at the end of term.

The December 2021 inquiry into Kinsey’s behaviour upheld the majority of complaints, although Kinsey denies wrongdoing. It was found that Kinsey engaged in “unwanted and unwarranted conduct” towards a sexual assault victim. One student told The Times: “[My friends] were asked intimate and inappropriate sexual questions, told that their behaviour had encouraged sexual abuse, and had traumatic experiences of rape and assault belittled.”

Students reported that Kinsey commented on their appearance – calling them “very attractive” – and told them they should be wary of reporting since “You don’t want to p*** people off who you might meet again downstream.” 

The recommendations of the inquiry included removing Kinsey from welfare matters relating to sexual harassment and assault and considering whether his behaviour was grounds for dismissal. Kinsey took a sabbatical and later retired from the position. 

Kinsey has claimed that, after investigation, he was “largely exonerated” by Balliol. The College later adopted recommendations to ensure all staff are trained to respond effectively to harassment and sexual misconduct and to create a strategy for preventing harassment and sexual misconduct in the college. 

Teddy Hall has told Cherwell: “Bruce Kinsey assisted as Interim Chaplain for a short time at the start of this term until our new Chaplain took up her role in early February. He now holds a short-term advisory position during the transition period and, as planned, that position finishes in March at the end of term.

“We would also like to emphasise that the College takes all student reports of misconduct by others, including those involving sexual assault and/or harassment, extremely seriously. When a report of student misconduct is received, the report is dealt with through a rigorous non-academic disciplinary procedure, formulated on the basis of legal advice from a leading KC, and detailed in the College By-laws. In accordance with this process, when a major breach of discipline is alleged, the College arranges for an investigation by an external independent expert, followed by consideration of the evidence by a panel chaired by an independent legal practitioner. Students making reports have welfare support made available to them by one of two female Senior Welfare Officers.”

Kinsey has been approached for comment.

“Godfather of AI” gives lecture on AI and its risks at the Sheldonian Theatre

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Geoffrey Hinton CC, FRS, FRSC, a Canadian-British computer scientist and cognitive psychologist known as the “Godfather of AI,” gave the annual Romanes lecture on 19 February. The lecture was titled “Will Digital Intelligence Replace Biological Intelligence?” 

Hinton made headlines in May 2023 when he quit Google so he could speak freely about the risks of AI. In a New York Times interview at the time, he said he regretted how advanced AI had become and his role in that development. He began the Romanes lecture by declaring it would be a “genuine public lecture” that would explain the basics of AI, why he thinks it “understands,” and the dangers it presents.

Hinton, a career academic, led two substantial developments of AI, first in 1985 and later in 2012. This latter research allowed the development of Large Language Models (LLMs) such as ChatGPT. During his lecture, Hinton discussed both near-term and long-term risks posed by AI. According to him, short-term risks include deep fakes, substantial job losses, large-scale surveillance, and autonomous weapons. He noted that the United States is planning for half of its military to be ‘robot soldiers’ by 2030.

Still, for Hinton, the more serious risks are existential. According to him, “If a digital super-intelligence ever wanted to take control it is unlikely that we could stop it.” In particular, he warned that the ability for AI to create sub-goals for itself to increase its own efficiency would inevitably result in a rise in the power of AI. 

In the past, Hinton said that the best hope against the risks AI poses is a combined effort by leading scientists to control the technology. He also believes that countries and companies should pause the development and promotion of AI until safety measures are agreed upon and implemented.

The University of Oxford has an important role in this endeavour through the work of the Institute for Ethics in AI and the Future of Humanity Institute. 

It was also recently announced that the University will share in an £80 million investment to create one of 9 ‘hubs’ across the UK aimed to propel the country towards being a global centre for AI. The Oxford hub is set to explore fundamental questions about AI technology such as how it can be implemented safely and how to improve algorithmic efficiency. Alongside the Oxford Centre, there will be eight other hubs opening at universities including Edinburgh, UCL, Warwick and Bristol.

The Romanes Lecture is the official University annual public lecture. The speaker is invited by the Vice-Chancellor. The lecture was created in 1891, and the first lecture was given in 1892 by William Gladstone.

A crash course in British politics: What does the public care about? (Week 7)

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Our crash course in British politics is coming to an end in this fifth and final article. In recent weeks, we learned how British elections work, who the main candidates for PM really are, and what were some of the recent scandals in both parties. In this article, we will look past Westminster and analyse the public. In particular, what issues does the British public think are most important? Before we begin, it is important to note that this article is based on public opinion polls, which are volatile and could change substantially by voting day.

First, YouGov’s tracker on the “most important issues facing the country”. According to its last update, on February 11th 2024, the five most important issues are the following: the economy at 51%; health at 46%; immigration at 38%; defence and security at 23%; and a tie between housing and the environment at 22%. Interestingly, these issues remain relatively stable when the analysis is broken into Labour and Conservative voters, although for the latter defence and security do not make the cut, being replaced with education. 

An additional analysis finds that women care about the same issues as Conservatives (but to different extents), and care about the economy and health equally, at 48%. However, although British men care the most about the economy, at 54%, they narrowly see immigration as more important than health, at 40% and 39% respectively. Finally, it appears that across age groups, the issues dominating the public’s interest are the economy, immigration, and health – possibly unsurprisingly for anyone reading the news.

Next, according to an Ipsos analysis from December 2023, the most important issues for the public are inflation at 34%; the economy at 31%; immigration at 29%; the NHS at 28% and housing at 15%. However, a closer observation of the public’s interest appears to create two groups of issues that receive close public interest. The first group consists of the top three issues, the economy (and inflation), immigration, and the NHS (health), which are close to 30%. The second group consists of the next five issues – housing, poverty, environment, lack of faith in politics, and education – which are around 12%.

In Ipsos’ breakdown into different groups, we find that men’s and women’s perceptions are, mostly, very close to one another. However, while men care more about the economy and immigration by 6% and 5% (respectively), women care more about housing and poverty by 6% and 7% (respectively). When it comes to political affiliation, Labour voters care more about inflation by 10%, the economy by 9% and the NHS by 7%, while Conservative voters care more about immigration by 31%. Notably, white voters care substantially more about immigration than ethnic minority voters, by 22%.

So, the voters are quite clear – the economy, immigration and healthcare services are generally most important to them. But when it comes to other issues, including housing and defence, the picture starts breaking down into groups based on political belief, ethnicity, and age. 

It has been my pleasure to go on this journey with you, learning together about British politics. Thank you, everyone – and congratulations on gaining a basic understanding of British politics.

Kitchen Sink Drama

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In my household, growing up, there was very specific etiquette regarding use of the kitchen sink. Over the past few months, I have discovered that this etiquette is far from universal, though its importance has been magnified by the absence of dishwashers from the average student kitchen.

The first hurdle is whether used utensils even reach the kitchen, let alone the sink, and the appropriate time for them to do so. It is commonly agreed that a mug or a glass can be used all day for the same beverage. The same rule can be extended to a teaspoon used in the making of tea. Most other kitchen equipment is single use only. This frequently does not stop sauce from crusting itself to a plate shoved to the side of a desk for a week. In your own space, that’s your problem. In a communal kitchen, it’s sure to spark resentment, particularly if the abandoned matter begins to produce new life.

Once the crockery reaches the sink, there arises the issue of diversity of hygiene standards. Can a simple rinse under water suffice if it looks clean? Does the temperature of the water matter? Is soap always a necessity? There is also the problem of how to address what you find already in the sink on your arrival. I was raised to wash everything in the sink, regardless of who made the mess – to do otherwise indicated a selfish disregard for others. This would usually include a quick scan of the surrounding area for anything that had not yet made it to either the sink or the counter beside it to be washed. I soon discovered that most of my flatmates did not adhere to this same policy, and would wash only their own dishes, leaving everything else forlorn in the bottom of the sink.

Another general principle of washing that proved to be far from universal was that of how washed items should be placed. In the absence of a dish rack, this was somewhat haphazard. I thought it common practice to turn dishes with the capacity to accumulate pools of murky water upside down in order to prevent freshly washed items from becoming breeding grounds for bacteria in fluid form. Apparently not. Our tea towels are somehow always wet, so drying the dishes directly from the sink is never an option. I cannot imagine how a bowl can be expected to air dry if it contains an inch of water, nor how such a bowl could be considered clean for use. Fortunately, this bore little effect on me, as my dishes were rarely washed by anyone other than myself.

One issue, which soon came to irritate me, however, was the constant pool of water on the floor in front of the sink. Yes, certain curved utensils have the capacity to project running water in all directions, but preventing this is not impossible. Nevertheless, I learned the hard way that the kitchen requires either shoes or bare feet, never socks. It doesn’t help that the tap never completely turns off. Its dripping haunts us all.

I am far from immune to lapses in culinary hygiene myself, and critical though this article may be, I am aware that the situation could be far worse. Horror stories of ants, overflowing bins, and food left to rot for weeks on end have thankfully not become a part of my personal uni experience. However, I have found the kitchen sink to be a fascinating microcosm of social and cultural differences within my flat.

City Council changes provisions for homeless in Oxford

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Oxford City Council is relaunching its Somewhere Safe to Stay service, which provides short-term accommodation for people experiencing – or at risk of experiencing – rough sleeping. It aims to provide shelter for people while their needs are assessed to link them with the support they need. 

Three organisations will cooperate to set up the new Somewhere Safe to Stay service; Homeless Oxfordshire, St Mungo’s and Connection Support. From April, the central assessment hub provided by St Mungo’s will be relocated from Floyds Row to Homeless Oxfordshire’s O’Hanlon House. Homeless Oxfordshire will provide eight new rooms in the city centre with 24-hour staffing for those with “high support needs.” Another 15 rooms will be provided in shared housing around Oxford for those who need less support. For them, help will be provided by St Mungo’s and Connection Support. 

The Department of Levelling Up, Housing and Communities (DLUHC) is aiding the scheme and is contributing £59,000 to improve infrastructure at O’Hanlon House. The closure of the Floyds Row homeless shelter in April, which Somewhere Safe to Stay is replacing, will allow savings of £394,000 a year for the council.  

Councillor Linda Smith has said: “Our approach to helping people experiencing rough sleeping off the streets has not changed. Somewhere Safe to Stay will continue to offer intensive support and a roof over people’s heads while we move them into more stable housing as quickly as possible. Nobody should have to sleep rough in Oxfordshire.”

In 2022, according to the Kerslake Commission, 27 people were experiencing rough sleeping in Oxford, up by 13% from 2021. According to the Gatehouse charity, the county regularly comes up as one of the top five areas in the UK for the number of rough sleepers as a proportion of the local population. Moreover, around half a dozen homeless individuals die on the streets every winter in Oxford.  

Floyds Row is being closed as DLUHC no longer funds homeless projects with shared sleeping spaces. Floyds Row had opened in January 2020 and could initially deploy up to 56 beds – more than twice as many as the new project. During the pandemic, shared sleeping spaces made it impossible for people to practise social distancing. To prevent disruption to services if a similar event occurred, the DLUHC only supports self-contained accommodation. 

Tristram Hunt: the Politics of Repatriation

If you came here for a vicious takedown or a strident defence of Tristram Hunt’s position on “colonialism and collecting”, you might be slightly disappointed. Now, it’s clear that  the important conversation over decolonisation has continued to ring out across this university’s faculty and student body – reverberating strongly throughout the city’s own museum institutions too. The recent history of movements like ‘Rhodes Must Fall’ stirred many Oxford students to action. This is all to say that an account of the talk recently delivered by Tristram Hunt at Magdalen College might be of special interest to a community which continues to be so actively engaged in the same conversation. In good faith, I can relay my own account of what was discussed (with some inevitable editorialisation I’m afraid) so those unable to attend can share the privilege to make their own mind.

The talk, titled “Colonialism and Collecting: ‘Decolonisation’ at the Victoria and Albert Museum”, covered extensive ground ranging from tiger-shaped organs to Turkish culture ministers, however, one point was abundantly clear. Hunt was firm in his conviction that, when it came to discussing lingering colonial heritage in museum institutions, history should come first. Needless to say, this appears a blindingly obvious approach to take; after all none of these discussions can be had without historical grounding. Even so, the guiding thread of Hunt’s presentation remained the overwhelming imperative to place the individual histories of disputed objects at the forefront. This necessarily meant not shying away from the often-intimate relationship between the provenance of museum objects with colonial violence, all in the interest of building common ground on which to start conversations over the present place of disputed objects and form the basis of cultural exchange. For the very sake of reckoning with a deep-rooted colonial legacy – Hunt’s point was – it’s simply not enough to treat the collections of institutions like the V&A as monolithic piles of plundered loot.

Of course, loot there was (and continues to be). Most of the objects highlighted by Hunt in his survey of some of the disputed heritage in stores of the V&A were, in fact, looted by agents of the British Empire overseas. A prime example is “Tippoo’s Tiger”, the popular automaton recreating a tiger mauling a British officer lying prostrate on the ground, commissioned by Tipu Sultan of Mysore in the 18th century. This exceptional work was looted from Seringapatam in 1799 by troops of the East India Company and soon after exhibited in the company’s museum in London – subverting its distinct anti-colonial symbolism into an overt display of imperial might.

Another protagonist set of objects, several pieces of fine hand-crafted goldwork from Kumasi, the former capital of the Asante Kingdom, illustrated the institutionalisation of looting in the colonial past and possible paths of return for looted objects. The V&A came to acquire their Kumasi collection after a punitive expedition in 1874 stripped the royal palace of the Asantehene of its vast treasures. This was not an episode of frenzied theft, but a rather calculated affair which involved prize agents gathering the most valuable loot to be later auctioned in London and profit distributed among the troops involved in the expedition. A similar punitive expedition to Magdala, modern-day Ethiopia, in 1872, even enlisted a curator from the British Museum, a man called Richard Holmes, in its ranks! Abyssinian regalia looted during this very expedition also entered the collections of the V&A through subsequent sales in Britain.

The systematic taking of objects following military interventions “was codified by the War Office and, in a sense, understood as entirely legal.” Even if this means of collection was abetted by the practice and standards of the time: Hunt asserted that “with both Magdala and Asante collections, in mind, from where I stand there’s a strong case for returning to the countries of origin”. The point seemed to be that a series of convergent factors – the particular and immense cultural significance of the objects for their societies of origin, explicitly articulated restitution requests, coupled with the direct association between colonial violence and their history of circulation – sustained the case for their return. 

At present, however, permanent restitution is all but impossible. As was repeatedly emphasised throughout, the National Heritage Act of 1983 wholly prevents the ‘de-accession’ of any objects, bar some strict exceptions, from the collections of national museums. In spite of this considerable statutory obstacle, the V&A’s share of the Asante court regalia is set to return to Ghana later this year in time for the 150th anniversary of the storming of Kumasi.

“Our policy at the V&A, given our legal inability to de-accession items, is to build – what we call – renewable cultural partnerships. These involve long term loans of artefacts to source nations and building around them: programmes of conservation, curatorial exchange, knowledge sharing.”

One such partnership was recently established between the museum and the current Asantehene (ruler) of Kumasi, allowing the regalia to be finally reunited in Ghana. Although it’s important to note that this agreement is separate to official restitution requests put forward by the Ghanaian state which would see the objects returned unconditionally.

Hunt remarked that at the V&A “we focus on provenance rather than solely on notions of historical justice”, and later, affirmed that “museums are trusted because we do not define ourselves as agents of transitional justice relitigating the crimes of history”. In this light, renewable cultural partnerships appear not as redress for colonial injustices or even as vain attempts at institutional activism, but rather as seeking to establish an equitable exchange between societies at opposite poles of a former colonial relationship; an ideal that would have been an impossibility in the past and remains fraught to this day. This concern was certainly recognized by Hunt in his imperative to foster “a frank understanding of the museum’s own history, both its place within Enlightenment or colonial practices – with their implicit racial assumptions – and the manner in which its collections were acquired and displayed.” Still, the success of these partnerships’ rests on the fulfilment of promised reciprocity between former parties in a steeply unequal colonial relationship more so than with gestures of recognition.

Before the floor was opened for a round of Q&A, Hunt concluded his address by outlining the ways in which his institution has sought to “stand up to the narrowing of political discourse” around decolonisation through “displays of serendipity and beauty”. This was prefaced by a defence of the value of encyclopaedic museums and global collections, quoting Kwame Anthony Appiah; Hunt warned that critics risk “conflating universality with imperialism”, in effect, potentially making museum institutions “more parochial, less human, less expansive, less diverse and in all the name of an incoherent concept of cultural property.” A focus on provenance, and the ambition to follow the individual histories of objects, is intended to create an “intellectually rigorous and truly accessible museum” that can continue to host a global collection without neglecting a colonial legacy that cannot be separated from itself.  

These aforementioned “displays of serendipity and beauty” were suitably varied and thoughtful. Consider, for example, initiatives to patronise the production of new objects engaging with the myriad decorative art traditions represented in the V&A’s collection. Opportunities were seized to commission new pieces by contemporary artists conversant with ‘de-accessioned’ objects when permanent restitution has been legally possible. As is the case of an Anatolian golden ewer, returned to Turkey in 2021, which prompted the production of a new object by contemporary artist and metalworker Adi Toch. More recently, the “Africa Fashion” exhibition spotlighted a vibrant contemporary fashion scene spanning an entire continent, hosting artists and designers from Morocco to South Africa. Although not exclusively, it explored a legacy of exploitation alongside dynamic possibilities for cultural expression brought about by colonial encounters across the continent. At present, the V&A is fully embracing the pursuit of global partnerships rather than wide-reaching campaigns of restitution to address the elephant of ‘decolonisation’ still standing in the midst of its galleries. These initiatives seem to be self-consciously veering away from token gestures and attempting to establish substantive dialogue, even if they will likely do little to appease more radical voices in the current decolonisation conversation.

Following the address, the director of the V&A sat down to engage an eager audience over a brief, but insightful, round of Q&A. For one, the questions raised allowed Hunt to further elaborate his position on restitution and his vision for the future development of “renewable cultural partnerships”. When questioned over the position he would wish the Labour Party take – as a former Labour MP – with regard to the repatriation of colonial-era objects, Hunt responded: “I would change the 1963 and 1983 acts and give museum trustees autonomy over their collections.” Hunt specified that this change would not be meant to then allow the large-scale “de-accession” of colonial-era artefacts, instead give the custodians of national collections the necessary latitude to deal with disputed objects on an item-by-item basis.

Later, when pushed on the contingency and reversibility of long-term loans, Hunt explained that: “the Arts Council rules by which we operate are scoped. The initial loan is three years and a loan can be renewed three times. So, the full length of a long-term loan is nine years.” The loan solution is not meant be a conditional repatriation with strings-attached, Hunt elaborated: “it’s not just about lending the royal palace in Kumasi the gold that was taken in 1874 – but why not other jewellery, why not other material from the collection made at the same time with which those objects can have a conversation.” “We fail if it’s just a transactional exchange predicated on a balance sheet of the colonial past.” The V&A’s “renewable cultural partnerships”, predicated on long-term loans, were further indicated to be predominantly about exchange and not solely about colonial redress. There was a strong implication that they are subject to failure precisely when they do not stimulate any sort of novel conversation.

Finally, an incisive participant from the audience took Hunt to task on the generally ambiguous nature of most collecting practices, which are often not directly related to military intervention, and therefore not so plainly laden with violence. So far, Hunt’s examples had mostly involved high-profile objects, with individual histories directly relating to distinct episodes of documented violence (note Asante and Magdala regalia, “Tippoo’s Tiger”, and even Meissen porcelains that had circulated as Nazi loot.)  Thus, the audience question pointed to the ambivalent nature of collecting practices – where the unjust and the immoral is not as clear-cut as with plundered loot. Hunt responded: “I think that the truth throughout history is that power creates wealth, creating demand for the acquisition of art.”

There is a component of inequality intrinsic to the production, acquisition, and accumulation of art in any institution be it national or private. To his credit, Hunt appeared to refuse to shy away from this fact. Unless museums are done away with altogether, these fundamental tensions will continue to persist. In spite of this, institutions which aspire to englobe the staggering diversity of humanity – in its material dimensions at least – are commendable if, frankly, still flawed.

Pink Tulips

“You’re quiet.”
“I’m pensive.”
“That’s the same thing.”
Theo cuts an eye towards her. His dark figure is a contrast to the brightness around them.
“Leda,” he says. “You’re being contrary on purpose.”
She bites back a huff and a smile—the two at once, warring with each other. “I have reasons
to be contrary, don’t I?” she asks and tosses the bundle of grass she’s been shredding between
her fingers into the meadow.
Oh, the meadow. It’s silent, in this late afternoon-early evening phase, where the world is
steeped in bright gold and soft purple. Bright, vibrant green from the grass which cushions the
two of them, the trees stretching up around them in every direction, like a giant hand cradling
them in its palm.
She watches the pink tulips wave in the wind. Like little hellos. The color is seeped away,
tinged with sickly vermillion.
Hello. Hello.
“You have plenty of reasons to be contrary,” Theo says now, and his voice is quiet. There is
a furrow in his brow.
Leda twists to look at Theo. She doesn’t know how long they’ve been here, but she finds her
eyes fixed on the corner of his mouth with surprising urgency. It doesn’t feel like there should be
urgency in this peaceful meadow, but there it is. Urgency. Pressing its spindly fingers between
her ribs, pressing on her pulse point until she hears the echo of her heartbeat in her ears.
She doesn’t realize she’s leaning in until she hears Theo inhale, feels her shoulder brush
against his.
It feels only natural to speak to him like this, soft and close. “Are you going to go?” she asks
him quietly.
There’s almost a twist of a smile at his lips, the faint ghost of humor. “Of course.”
“Of course,” she whispers. And she gives in, lets her cheek fall and press against his. Their
breath mingles, mouths so close to touching, but it is the warmth of his skin against hers that
makes her heart pound, until the world is off-kilter, foreign and unfamiliar. Strange.
Theo is warm. She didn’t expect that. He is a man that is a study in slow-moving darkness; it
seems at odds with nature that he should have warm skin.
And…he doesn’t move, barely even seems to breathe. Like the touch of her—warmth,
because of course she is warm, being who and what she is—is enough to make his entire being
go quiet.
The soft-fingered touch of sunset reaches down to grip the trees. Orange and vermillion
meet dusky purple, lavender, marigold.
The grass is tickling her legs.
She wishes to say to him, I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I
do not wish for violence.

Theo shifts suddenly, and she is hit by a surge of uncertainty, that maybe she’s
overstepped—
His touch on her palm is violent in its softness, and she is arrested by longing so deep it cuts
into vital arteries, leaves her grappling in a spill of fresh red blood.
Leda barely breathes as Theo traces patterns on her skin, and above her, a full-blooming
cherry tree shakes, sheds its flowers. The petals drift down over them, a shower of pale white
and pink foam. They settle softly on her eyelashes, slip down her cold cheeks. They are an
explosion of pale colour on the green grass.
Theo trails his fingers over her wrist, across the silent expanse of skin.
Leda catches his hand, pulls him back to her grasp. She turns his palm over, studies the
lines of his skin. Strokes the dip between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re tense,” she
observes.
He huffs a laugh, almost self-conscious. “No, I’m not.”
“Liar.” She pinches his hand lightly, for effect, then laughs. The sound echoes through the
meadow like a bell pealing, a ripple that extends out to going, going, gone.
She looks at him, still smiling, then raises a brow.
Theo’s mouth opens, pauses, and she sees that she’s cut into him, somehow, with just a
look. That she’s undone some thread, plucked at a note that’s still ringing.
It pleases her, somehow, that people can undo other people. That there are pink tulips and
beautiful sunsets, and someone to sit with you when it all ends.
The purple in the world around them grows, deepening the light of the meadow. Leda
swallows, heart starting to hurt.
She hasn’t noticed the weather before, but she shivers.
Theo’s face shutters, and he drops her hand.
Night has fallen.
Leda inhales, deep, as if she can imprint his touch into her lungs. “Well,” she says, empty.
“It’s time, I suppose.”
His eyes are shadowed, the humor gone. “It is.”
“Which of us will be leaving first?”
His mouth moves, just slightly. “Will you leave with me?”
It’s not a real offer, of course, but she can see him imagining, for a moment, that it is. That
she can run her fingers along his palm, grip his fingers, and they will cross into the forest
together, emerge on the other side hand-in-hand.
Leda smiles, empty, and stands. She brushes off the petals, but…they do not cling to her. They lay on the ground, a springtime snowfall. “I have no choice, do I?” she says, and steps
lightly forward. The grass passes through her legs, tickling, there, there, gone. Shadows and
cobwebs.
The pink tulips gleam, bobbing and bright. She reaches out for them, wanting to gather them
in her hands once more—
“Leda.” His voice is quiet.
She sighs and straightens, hand falling away without grasping them. Her empty palm is cold.
Theo stands too, slowly. He takes the time to brush off the petals—they cling to his trousers,
and he turns them over in his hand, almost wistfully, before letting them float to the ground.
Leda’s gut lurches, a pulse of vivid sadness strangling her words in her throat. She watches
the petals on the ground, feels the cold creeping in.
“Walk with me,” Theo says, and off they go, towards the forest.

The stars have begun to bloom, the sparkle of distant brightness awash in the rich velvet
fabric of the sky. “Will I dance among them?” she asks Theo as they walk.
He is looking ahead, but she sees his fingers flex, tense. “I don’t know.”
It’s a lie—of course he knows. He knows all that happens here, all that happens after. He
knows if she will be nothing or everything.
The trees loom, dark and green and blue and black. She inhales, trying to take in the smell
of the earth and the water, the roots and bark—
She catches the faintest hint of it, like the stale end of cigarette smoke.
Leda digs her nails into her palm. It’s cold, and mist intertwines with the trees as they grow
taller, as the meadow fades from view. The night is still gleaming above them, but suddenly she
can’t feel the ground beneath her feet—it was prickly, cold, damp—or the air on the skin, the
world is becoming hollow—
Leda turns, sharp and violent, hand darting out—
Theo catches her hand, squeezes. His skin is warm, a stain of ink on his forefinger as if he
spends the days—when he doesn’t ferry the souls of the dead, dead like her—writing at a desk.
Like a person.
Like…
Leda lets her hand linger there, in the feeling of being alive. Of being held, before violence
cuts to the quick.
Maybe violence is not the right word. This is not violent, this dusk-to-night. It tells her that,
maybe, something will remain.
“Theo,” she says. It is parched, almost silent. Human panic has flooded her, ripping away
the feeling of the grass beneath her, the sky stained purple-orange-yellow, all the colors of a
painter’s palette.
The pink tulips dart through her mind. Waving softly in the grass. Hello, hello.
Theo smiles at her. It’s sad, hollow. The whisper of green grass in its echo. “I will make you
a star,” he says.
She has words on her lips, words, words—
In the meadow, the pink tulips shiver, curl up to sleep. The world is made of stardust, bright
and quiet.
There is man amongst the trees, dark shoulders sloping downwards like gravity has caught
up with him. The heaviness of it sinks even to the core of the earth.
A star twinkles in the sky, lonely and bright. Then cast amongst the dark velvet, a fold in the
rippling ribbon of the sky, borne on waves of glittering pinpricks.
Theo flexes his fingers, like he feels a phantom ache, the linger of some warmth.
There is a Not Man alone amongst the watchful trees, a being of silence and endless
sleep, and then there is no one at all, except the endless sprawl of sleeping pink tulips, cradled
in the embrace of the dew until the morning.

Students gather at vigil for Nex Benedict

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CW: Transphobia, Homophobia, Death

Around fifty students gathered Monday evening to attend a vigil organised by the SU LGBTQ+ Campaign to mourn for Nex Benedict. Attendees gathered outside the Radcliffe Camera to listen to speakers, hold a moment of silence, and decorate Radcliffe Square with flowers, signs, and candles.

Benedict, a 16-year old student from Oklahoma, died last month after a fight in their high school. Following their death, classmates told reporters that Benedict had previously been bullied for their gender identity. The federal Department of Education launched an investigation into the school district after the President of the Human Rights Campaign wrote a letter asking for an investigation into whether the school had “unlawfully failed to address the discrimination and harassment to which Nex was subjected.”

Co-chair of the LGBTQ+ campaign, Joel Aston, told Cherwell: “This is the second teenager in the past year who’s been murdered for being trans, and that’s being upheld by governments and institutional systems. No matter how powerless trans people feel, it’s important to know that there’s always a community. I hope Nex gets justice and that the system in place is held accountable.”

Oxford experienced its own tragedy previously in 2017 when Erin Shepherd, a researcher at Corpus Christi College, committed suicide by cyanide after she came out as transgender. 

Most colleges adopt the wording of the 2010 Equality Act, which considers “gender reassignment” as a protected characteristic but not those identifying as transgender before transitioning. As of this past Michaelmas term, Corpus and Regent’s Park are the only two colleges to define transphobia in its harassment policy.

Chrissie Chevasutt, an outreach worker appointed by St Columba’s United Reformed Church to focus on the trans, intersex, and non-binary communities, spoke of Shepherd’s death: “It’s essential that we gather to comfort one another and encourage one another in solidarity, and that we build community, so that no trans person should feel isolated or alone. Whilst we hate to gather for such a tragic event, it’s absolutely necessary, and I’m grateful to the students for leading as they do.” She praised SU President-Elect and President of OULGBTQ Society, Addi Haran Diman, and Aston for their leadership.

Elliot (Riz) Possnett, the activist who glued themselves to the Union chamber floor last year during Kathleen Stock’s speaker event, read their poem “queer care: a manifesto for the young and trans” at the vigil: “When we speak of queer care, we speak of a kindness that must be prepared to bite…I feel the suffering of every trans person in the history of this cruel, cold world. 

“And f*** it, queer cares. I’m going to live out of spite. [Queer care] is the courage to love and be loved, it’s the wisdom to remain vigilant. Be ready to fight for your life. Queer care is hope with teeth.”

Aston, Luca Di Bona, Carson Mendheim, and Evie Craggs also spoke at the vigil. Afterward, attendees were invited to use a safe space in Brasenose.