Widening Access to Oxford
Here’s a little piece I wrote for Balliol’s in-house magazine about our Access work, in case anyone’s interested. We’d especially like to put these messages across to a) unhelpful media types (I’m looking at YOU, the Guardian), and b) rich potential funders of Access work!
*Ahem…:
If one had doubts about the value of Oxford and Balliol’s outreach work, they could quickly be dispelled by conversations with current undergraduates, or visitors to a Balliol Open Day. Oxford and Balliol’s access schemes play a crucial part in preventing potential applicants being overwhelmed by the false negative stereotypes that abound, and replacing these with positive, accurate messages: that Oxford/ Balliol is a centre for excellent, exciting learning; that most students at Oxford are friendly, academically interested, and ‘human beings just like you’; and that, since these students are ‘just like you’, you have a chance too- go for it! To so many of us (especially those who, like me, hailed from state schools with low records of sending students to Oxford or Cambridge), all this makes all the difference: we wouldn’t have applied without it.
There are, however, still barriers to Balliol’s capacity to successfully encourage applications from the hardest-to-reach students. The key focuses for Balliol at present are:
1) To change negative perceptions of Oxbridge amongst those teachers who dissuade excellent students from applying.
2) To attract more women to Balliol, and thus address the gender gap in the sciences and PPE.
3) To do all this and more with a very small budget, which is missing the external funding boost that has empowered other colleges to step up their outreach work in recent years.
I was sceptical about the force of teachers’ negative stereotypes until I helped at two Balliol Open Days and an interview period. My own experience of applying left me no doubts about the influence of teachers, but I couldn’t imagine such influence would be anything other than encouraging. Sadly, conversations with students from across the country revealed this wasn’t the case, and although many teachers do an excellent job (and I’ve insufficient evidence to speak about what is ‘typical’), again and again, negative stereotypes learnt from certain teachers (and the media) poured out: “Is it right that if you’re from a state school, they’ll try and catch you out by asking about really sophisticated books they know you won’t have read?”, “My teacher said there are lots of private school students here, and that I might feel like I don’t fit in. How do you cope with that?”, “Do you know anyone here from the North?”
It’s so important that school students, and those influencing them, understand the truth and the lies in such stereotypes. For example, a truth: the percentage of private school students at Oxford far exceeds proportionality with the UK population as a whole. The lie: this is because Oxford tutors favour students from private schools. The explanation? Students from state and private schools have exactly the same success at gaining places at Oxford, once they apply. The discrepancy arises because a smaller proportion of state school students are applying. Investigations into Balliol’s ‘gender gap’ have revealed a parallel picture: female applicants have the same success rate as men once they apply, but again, in many subjects, fewer women than men are applying.
Given that Oxford and Balliol are treating all applicants with an even hand (and pouring thousands into Access every year), what is deterring so many promising potential candidates? No doubt the new costs and confusion over tuition fees isn’t helping, but this factor is a new one, while the Access problem has a much longer history. Conversations with students at Open Days (so with students who’ve even made it that far!) do suggest that ironically, tragically, those teachers and journalists who do spread discouraging misinformation about elitism and exclusion at Oxford bear considerable responsibility for the statistics they bemoan.
Once here, one rarely notices (or even knows!) which friends are from state or private schools, and a small imbalance in a year’s gender mix will make no, or next to no, difference to one’s social life in an college of over 800 students. Having seen Oxford and Balliol’s access work from the inside, I can also confirm that we already work very hard to widen access. However, Access issues haven’t lost their importance. For the sake of giving hard-to-reach students the best, fairest chances, and in order to further boost Balliol’s own academic flourishing, we must, and will, do more.
Given the challenges Balliol faces, our approach to access has the following core tenets:
- Target talented students likely to be discouraged from applying (though never neglect or turn away interested schools).
- Open and sustain dialogues with teachers.
- Combine visiting schools with welcoming students into Balliol.
- Keep all activities highly interactive.
- Give students an honest and inspiring glimpse of life at Balliol, putting current students at the forefront of all our access work.
Looking at the tangible activities carried out by Balliol Access, we achieve a great deal with our small budget! Balliol has particular responsibility for outreach in Hertfordshire, and in 2011 Balliol visited Hertfordshire schools, held open days in the county, and ran a particularly successful Hertfordshire ‘Women in Science’ day. We also continue work beyond Hertfordshire, maintaining links with Old Members who teach and responding positively to all schools’ requests for visits to college. When school groups visit Balliol, our current students provide tours of the college, admissions tutors give a short talk, and maths and philosophy tutors have even volunteered free master-classes to give a taste of life at Oxford. This Easter, Balliol will be hosting a ‘UNIQ’ study day for maths, targeting students in schools that send few students to Oxbridge, or even university. Several Balliol students already partake in e-mentoring schemes, or have spoken about Oxford and Balliol in their old schools. And all this is not to mention Balliol’s headline access events: the Summer Open Days, which this year saw over 2000 visitors to the college over three days.
This hubbub of effective activity is sustained by student volunteers and the tutors and staff who work tirelessly to organise opportunities for them to represent Balliol and university in general. Unlike many Oxford colleges, Balliol has not been able to source external funding to employ staff to work full or part-time on outreach, and this has meant that almost all outreach work is achieved in the (elusive) “spare time” of tutors and students. This has really limited what we’ve been able to achieve through the enthusiasm and thoughtfulness of those on board with Balliol Access, and has left a marked gulf between our outreach activities and those of many other colleges.
We intend to do better. We are rightly proud of what we are achieving, and see Balliol Access’ ‘success stories’ every Michaelmas term in the new cohort of ‘freshers’. But it’s not enough, and neither Balliol, nor talented state school students and young women, must be allowed to fall behind. Therefore, we’ll keep pursuing ways to satisfy our great ambitions for Balliol’s outreach work, to ensure that more of the most exceptional students make it to what we know is our rather exceptional college.
Female Genital Mutilation
A bit of an odd topic to choose. I’m just reading an article about it in sociology, and I didn’t realise quite how bad it was. I’m not posting about it to ‘gross you out’; I simply think it’s such a serious thing that we should all probably roughly know what it is and involves. In 1996 in Sudan, 99% of females have some form of FGM, and 83% its most complete form, infibulation. In Somalia, it was 99% and 76% . FGM in various forms is a practise mainly centered in Islamic North East Africa (from the West coast savannah land above the middle jungle, up to Egpyt and down to Kenya in the East). So here’s the explanation of its most complete manifestation, infibulation (from Gerry Mackie, 1996):
Infibulation/Pharaonic circumcision:
Clitoridectomy and the excision of the labia minora as well as the inner walls of the labia majora. The raw edges of the vulva are then sewn together with catgut or held against each other with thorns. The raw edges of the labia majora are
sutured together or approximated so that the opposite sides will heal together and form a wall over the vaginal opening. A small sliver of wood is inserted into the vagina to stop coalescence of the labia majora in front of the vaginal orifice and to allow for the passage of urine and menstrual flow.
The operation takes place from a few days after birth to before the birth of the first child (depending on local custom), but mostly seems to be performed on girls around age eight, safely before puberty. It is usually done among women, in private, with little ceremony; only rarely does it have the trappings of an initiation rite. The girl is held down amid singing and shouting, which drown out her screams. Except recently among the affluent, the operation is inflicted without painkiller or antiseptic precaution. Then the girl lies with her legs tied together for several weeks. Urination and (later) menstruation are difficult because of the pencil-point opening left by the operation. After marriage, penetration takes two weeks to two years to accomplish, or is facilitated by knife; it is traumatically painful for the female, and some men feel guilt and revulsion at the cruelty involved. Childbirth requires introcision and resewing of the genital area. Virtually every ethnography and report states that FGM is defended and transmitted by the women. The mothers who have this done to their daughters love their children and want the best for them (Assaad 1980).
Health consequences are severe.
Immediate: Pain, hemorrhage, shock, acute urinary retention, urinary infection, blood poisoning (septicemia), fever, tetanus, and death.
Intermediate: Delay in wound healing, pelvic infection, dysmenorrhea, cysts and abscesses, keloid scar, and painful intercourse.
Late: Haematocolpos (vaginal closure and accumulation of menstrual fluid), infertility and miscarriage, recurrent urinary tract infection, difficulty in urinating, calculus and stone formation, hypersensitivity, and anal incontinence and fissure.
Intercourse: Difficulty in penetration, painful intercourse, and use of misplaced deinfibulation wound as false vagina.
Delivery: Prolonged and obstructed labor, hemorrhage leading to shock and death, perineal laceration, uterine inertia, and stillborn or brain-damaged infants.
Postnatal: Urinary and rectal fistula causing odor and miscarriages, and prolapse of uterus and adjacent organs. Sexual problems: Lack of orgasm, anxiety, depression, and frustration (summarized from headings in Koso-Thomas 1987:25-28).
Why is this happening? Why are loving mothers imposing this on their children?
FGM is mainly carried out because it is seen as necessary to allowing the girl child to get a husband, or at least a perceived ‘good husband’.
Firstly, it becomes a sign of ‘something desirable’ such as chastity, virginity, membership of the right ethnic group, something that enhances sex, safety in childbirth, etc.
Thirdly, it seems that it’s become so prevalent (70-100%) in some areas that most women now don’t know that the above problems they face are caused by the FGM, rather than simply standard occurences. For example, one researcher was asking women who’d been infibulated how long it takes them to urinate, and they were all replying that it didn’t affect them, their urination was normal. She began to ask more descriptive questions, “How long does it take you?” and they’d say, “Normal- about 15 minutes”. Also, myths about non-FGM don’t get busted through experience (and no one’s willing to take the gamble), such as the myth that if the baby’s head touches the cliterous in childbirth, the baby will die.
In China, foot-binding ended very quickly, and Mackie explains this by reference to an education campaign that showed that this practise was harmful and an out-of-date embarassment to China, and helped parents organise into groups that pledged to neither footbind their girl children, nor allow their boy children to marry foot-bound girls. Together, the education and joint action created communities of non-footbinding large enough to make the costs of footbinding outweigh the benefits, and the practise ended in a generation. Perhaps something similar could work with FGM. There may be a reason it wouldn’t, but I can’t see what that reason is.
Real Women Do Not Have Curves
“Amen sister!”, we cry!
Though perhaps we should give Keira some credit for that six pack.
And it’s slightly unfair that the top photos are taken by paps and the bottom ones staged for professional photographers.
But now, for main course, a word from Hanne Blank (at http://www.hanneblank.com/blog/2011/06/23/real-women/ ) :
real women
Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:
There is no wrong way to have a body.
I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.
And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.
You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.
Here’s a funny thing
My revision efforts are firing on all cylinders, and last night, even my dream-producer stepped in to help me solve a question in Aristotle revision that has been playing on my mind: IF we love our friends for the sake of “the noble” (sort of, doing beautiful, noble things), can it be that we also love them for themselves? Also, can it be that both motivate us to be kind to them?
I should warn you that after I recounted this dream to a friend and running partner, his immediate question was, “Have you ever had therapy?” I can see why, but (perhaps more worryingly!) I didn’t find it at all disturbing, and it’s here for your amusement!
Dream:
So, I’d been meant to talk to some children about Africa during their school trip, but I hadn’t brought the pen drive I needed, so was being driven back home to collect it in quite a rush by one of the teachers at the school. As we turned a corner on the road, we saw a line of traffic moving very slowly down the country lane. Once fully around this corner, we saw why the cars had been slowing (the cars had now disappeared):
There were lots of dogs on the road. The dogs were all quite small breeds, and various shades of sandy, honey-brown. And they were all unusually cute and often fluffy. We manoeuvred around them, but it was a single track road, and it was difficult. The dogs were largely not moving. They became increasingly hard to miss and the driver wasn’t slowing much; eventually, I saw that in many cases he was almost certainly just driving over them. Why?! He seemed like a perfectly nice guy! But he’d spotted what I hadn’t, which was that the previous cars had killed most of the dogs, and they couldn’t be killed twice! That was why they weren’t moving.
Then we looked more closely, and I saw that one dog (former-dog) had been skinned, and it’s sandy-fluff-covered skin had been roughly cut up into patches and was scattered around the carcass. Something was seriously up.
We looked to a lane on the right, and there were two Japanese teenagers, a boy and a girl. They looked to be around 19 years of age. Their hair was medium length but very coarse and scruffy, coming slightly over their faces. They were wearing cheap-looking clothes: faded jeans, and the girl wore a white t-shirt with a messy red sprawl on the front. And they were wielding machetes, using them to continue hacking and killing the dogs around in front of them on the road.
“It’s a massacre”, said one of us.
And the perpetrators had seen us, and clearly did not want to be seen. They began the chase.
My driver, rather than heading back down the road, took the odd decision to turn into a nearby field with incredibly long, thick grass, and to his but not my surprise, the car couldn’t keep driving. We got out and ran across the field, the machete-wielding students only metres behind us.
We made it to a Boots. Civilisation! Inside the four walls, around many onlookers and lots of CCTV: we were safe. We explained to the other shoppers that a massacre had happened and the perpetrators were hot on our heals- lock the doors. The doors were already locked. The other customers listened. And then, as one, they turned to look straight at us. And began moving towards us. Each with their own, rusty machete. Whatever spirit had taken the Japanese pair, it obviously had control of these bodies too.
We dodged and fought back and begged. The man attacking me, who seemed to be a sort of leader, said, “You kill animals.” It was a reference to the dogs that had been killed, but somehow, this was also a sort retribution for the dog-murders, and all the animals who’d deaths we’d caused. He then said, “Humans too. You treat humans like instruments, tools for you, just like animals. Human beings only have instrumental value to you. You don’t love them for themselves.” And here he was, therefore, not loving me for myself.
He said, “We won’t stop trying to kill you until you love us for ourselves, not for intrumental value.” Well, this was a sticky situation. I looked at his face as he attempted another hack with his rusty machete, and I wasn’t feeling the love for him in himself. How was I meant to muster up anything other than weak instrumental love for these guys who were trying to hack me to death in a crazed, cultish sort of way?
But his face was human, and somewhere underneath, I perceived or imagined a human being. Then I realised: I could love him for himself as well as loving in instrumentally- in fact despite strongly disliking him instrumentally! I cared about him, a little. Success!
“I can love you for yourself as well as loving you instrumentally!” He listened, as did my teacher-partner, while dodging the blades. The killer seemed to be thinking about this. It seemed he was going to be convinced and the violent attempts would end. The lesson would have been taught to us, and we’d ‘wake up’ and continue as normal, and it would all feel like it had been just a dream.
And then my alarm clock went off.
If I had a choice, I think I’d rather my dreams took less violent approaches to assisting my revision, though I’m sure they’d laugh at that and say, “Oh come on, it was all in good fun!”
Be a Friend (Start a cafe!)
I like the sound of this place: http://christainnewyork.com/2011/05/22/beginning-building-a-space-from-love-heidis-house-on-the-side-of-the-road/#comment-5041
“Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.” ~ Robert Frost
“Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to a man.” ~ Sam Walter Foss
That will be all!










Secondly, it’s believed by Mackie to be especially high where there was historically a lot of hypergyny (women marrying into higher social class) due to hence polygyny (many wives) at the top levels of society. The many wives of those at the top have to really make their fidelity obvious to their husband, because of the martial competition, and because it’s harder for the husband to monitor many wives’ fidelity. This practise then spreads from the top of society downwards as women from increasingly lower levels compete for upwards social mobility.