The University of Sheffield made a major announcement on June 6th: it has secured £43million in funding to build a new research facility for the aerospace manufacturing industry. Fantastic, you might think. New jobs at a time of seemingly never-ending economic depression? Exactly what we need. More publicity and a better international standing for the University? Great. Professor Keith Ridgway, Executive Dean of the facility, has even described it as “the most advanced factory in the world”. That all sounds brilliant, right? Continue reading There can be no claims to social good when arms dealers are involved
After running the London Marathon last year, I have to admit I felt smug. 26.2 miles – not everybody can do that. However, I was abruptly removed from my high horse when I spent the next three months living in rural Madagascar. There I met fishermen who thought nothing of running the sixteen miles from town to the sea, and sixteen miles back – carrying their catch! – every morning before lunchtime.
The fish in the seas on the coast of the Anosy region in south-east Madagascar, where I was based, are more than just food. They are livelihoods, a way of life. In a region where 90% of people live below the poverty line, and where over 50% of children in some villages suffer from growth defects caused by malnutrition, the nutritional value of fish is near priceless. However, it is also completely out of the financial reach of most people.
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I’ve never been to Boston. I don’t know anybody in Boston. But I know what it’s like to run a marathon, I know how it feels to come to the end of months of training and the feeling of finally crossing the finish line after 26.2 miles. 26.2 miles of pushing through pain, pushing through feeling sick, pushing past the wall and finally running over that finish line. 26.2 miles of being surrounded by cheering crowds, by countless other runners with countless different t-shirts showing charities they’re raising money for, friends they’re running in remembrance of. 26.2 miles of people handing out water and sweets and total strangers cheering you on – people you’ll never see again giving you that high-five that keeps you going, giving you their enthusiasm when all you want to do is stop and sit down for a while to recover. Marathon day is like no other. Marathon day is when people come together, when it doesn’t matter if you agree with somebody’s politics or taste in music – what matters is that you are all there, you’re there to do good and to set a personal achievement and to support each other. And when you finally reach the finish line, surrounded by others who share your feelings of elation and joy – well, it’s a feeling unlike any other. Marathon day has a party atmosphere, a celebration atmosphere. And I simply cannot imagine what yesterday must have been like. The bombs went off at around the equivalent time that I reached the final stretch and the finish line last year in London. My heart goes out to everyone there. Sport brings people together. Sport unites. And to have that destroyed – it’s unimaginable and makes me sick to my stomach. Continue reading To Boston, to people.
If you’ve been anywhere near the Internet, a television or even just another human being over the last three to four hours, you might have heard the news that Margaret Thatcher, former British Prime Minister and unwavering crusader for neoconservative politics, has died. Don’t worry, though – she passed away doing what she did best: distracting and dividing the Left.
Blanket coverage of her death has already begun – as I write this, five of the ten top stories on the BBC News website concern Thatcher’s demise, and the Twitter servers seem close to breaking point with the 140-character emotional frenzy currently exploding from the fingers of keyboard warriors everywhere.
Thom Yorke’s supergroup, Atoms for Peace, are releasing their first album on February 25th. Here’s a bit of information about the history behind the name.
In December 1953, then-President of the United States of America, Dwight D. Eisenhower, gave a speech of the same title: Atoms for Peace. The speech, what it represented, and the following program was a key indicator of Eisenhower’s personal belief in the effectiveness of psychological warfare as an integral tactic in the Cold War. It was catalysed by a change in propaganda tactics of the USSR following the death of Josef Stalin in March 1953. Whilst the Eisenhower administration had already been talking keenly of the need to step up the scale and seriousness of America’s propaganda offensive as part of the wider Cold War, the USSR’s actions after Stalin’s death prompted the implementation of these ideas. Overtures of peace from Georgy Malenkov on the part of the Soviet Union raised concerns in the USA that the Soviet image would be softened by this “peace offensive”. As America sought to prevail without resorting the full-blown nuclear warfare, and thus to coerce the peoples of the world to conform to the way of life they were propagating, peace-based rhetoric from the Soviet Union threatened the removal of the very demonic enemy they had set themselves up in opposition against. Thus began Eisenhower’s campaign of psychological warfare. Continue reading Atoms for Peace
The BBC had it coming. Not because of systemic problems or “shoddy journalism” inherent in a crumbling institution. But because from the very first day that the current government was in power, the BBC has been under sustained attack from those whose vested interests would like to see it gone. Last year, an open letter to the government signed by over fifty public figures (including, for example, Jo Brand and David Tennant) warned against the Tory plans to derail the BBC, saying that “It is, of course, right that there is a national debate about the future of the BBC. But attacking the BBC to serve the interests of its commercial rivals would be short-sighted and threatens to devalue not just the BBC itself, but our culture as a whole”. The events of the past twenty-four hours, and the lead-up over the past month and more, has provided a prime opportunity for those out to destroy the BBC to make their voices heard – and in the midst of the attack, those who have been voiceless for many years after suffering terrible abuse as children have once again been drowned out by people in positions of power serving their own interests. Continue reading In defence of public media, or, why we need to save the BBC