I am your nail technician, your straight A student,
your wildest dream, your exotic girlfriend, your
piano teacher, your lawyer, your doctor, your
nanny, your hairdresser, your Made in China,
your waitress, your receptionist, your
maths tutor, your babysitter,
your Instagram hero,
your voice of wisdom,
your liar, your thief,
your nurse, your writer,
your convenience store clerk,
your disease, your leader,
your toy, your master,
your victim of
I am mine
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by Cherry Somersby
Content warning: Article mentions suicide.
The political transition we have seen in NUS over the last 12 months would have been unthinkable this time last year. The student movement has risen to the growing need for radical action this year, building groundbreaking, vital campaigns, presenting a powerful response to the many crises modern students face.
A decade and a half into the 21st century, many believe that the metamorphosis of student into consumer is complete. The student activist and the radical student movement are consigned to history. Despite the hiccup of the anti-fees protests in 2010, the modern student is more concerned with getting their money’s worth in education than they are about changing the world.
So some would have you think. Over the two years since the last instalment of this series, the student movement has grown further in depth, diversity and scope. This series of articles seeks to explore the student campaigns that are redefining our time: what they have achieved, what they mean for the student movement, and their impact on the Higher Education sector as a whole.
This piece is from the committee of UEA Migrant Solidarity Campaign
‘later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
Warsan Shire, What They did Yesterday Afternoon
Where would you go if living in your home nation became intolerable? If a treatment you needed was only available or affordable in another country; if the state suddenly declared your religion or sexuality unlawful; if universities became so underfunded that constant lecturers’ strikes made you turn elsewhere for education; if civil order crumbled during a violent regime change – what would you do? Imagine how unlivable life would have to become to force you to leave your home, your job, your friends, your family.
by Faizal Nor Izham
On Saturday 9th I took part in the Anti-Racism and Anti-Austerity March in London, and it was during this event that I met two lovely young ladies of colour – one was Irish-Palestinian by descent (whose parents were both Catholic and Muslim) and the other was a Moroccan-French Muslim. It seemed rather fitting that, on this day, I chose to march against creeping racism in post-Brexit Britain alongside other people of mixed heritage.