Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Protesting and Lobbying - Is it worth it?

Yesterday I wrote of the student protest that took place on our campus against higher education fees, and the buzz that that generated.

Today, I still owe this University more money than I have to have the pleasure of studying here. I'm in the Library at the minute and I'm surrounded by stressed first years with essay deadlines, international students embracing Skype and Youtube-enduced cackles of laughter.

So nothing's changed? Right? Minimal local press coverage. No statement of defiance from the University of Authorities. No word from Reg Empey, backing down from his proposal to increase fees by £80. Hardly the follow up to the radicalisation of discontent I talked of yesterday.

So what was the point? I mean, is it worth it at all to stage a protest? To write a letter to a local authority, an MP, a newspaper? Is anyone listening?

Let me tell you about some of my stories. Hardly shake-the-earth's-foundations successes but worth telling you about nonetheless

As talk of a new Anthem for the Northern Ireland team whipped the media and the fans into a frenzy a few months ago, I wrote to one of the officials at the Irish Football Association. I got a meeting, and a chance to air my views. I also got an email response from the Chair of one of our local political parties

An email to the same Party's Culture spokesperson on the ongoing issue of a National Stadium received a response attempting to justify his comments

A petition we ran to make our campus 'Fairtrade' received over 500 signatories, led to it becoming one of the main issues for Student Elections, and the New Site VP has been following this up with meetings with the Vice Chancellor to attempt to implement this policy

And there are loads of bigger stories, where a letter writing campaign, or a take to the streets has caused those in charge to change their ways. Polticians know they get elected by the people, so it is in their best interests to pander to their fancies.

If you are passionate about change, seek it. If you can't do it, lobby someone who can

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

The Dispassionate Student

Yesterday I created a few unpublished blogs, with titles on issues I want to rant about over the next few posts.

And yet as I sit here, I'm pretty taken aback by the events of the last hour.

Students have a history of making a stand, and making a difference. In 1941 the White Rose movement was formed by students in Munich, making a defiant stand against the Nazi Regime. The chain of events leading to the Hungarian Revolution of 1956 were started by peaceful student demonstrations. In 1967 the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association (NICRA) was formed, spurred by Catholic Students who were benefitting from the free education that had come into Northern Ireland in 1947 under the new 'Welfare State' and who were now disenchanted with discrimination from local authorities. The Tiananmen protests in China, culminating in the Tiananmen Square Massacre in 1989 came off the back of students dissatisfied with the Chinese method of governance. Around the same time in Europe, students were holding pro-democracy protests in Soviet states, which can be argued to be a catalyst for the rapid downfall of communism.

Yet where is the passionate student today? Last year, a protest organised against fees was held at Stormont. Some 30 students bothered to turn up. Not so long again at UUC, the Union General meeting attracted only 40 people, though this was twice as many as the considerably larger UUJ campus. Talk about issues of Fairtrade and the student is interested in change, but only if someone else will do it for them. Speak about poor parking facilities, and the threat of doing away with Sunday train services for which many students on this campus rely on, and there are complaints, but no action.

It disheartens me to see a vast number of young people here, affected by various issues but so dispassionate and apathetic that they don't want to see anything changed. Maybe it all comes back to selfishness? Why bother campaigning if by the time we have change I won't be here any longer? Why lobby on Fairtrade if all it does is ease my conscience a little?

Today seemed different though. The Students' Union organised a protest against Fees. At the minute in Northern Ireland, tuition fees stand at £3,145 per annum, the maximum which Universities can charge. There is a short term proposed move to increase this by £80, to help 'deal with inflation'. On top of this, Sir Reg Empey, leader of the Ulster Unionists is calling for a removal of the cap, meaning that Universities could charge as much as they like. This would lead to an increase to £5,000, £10,000, £20,000...who knows. Ultimately it would weed out the last remaining students from low-income families, and ensure that our institution-educated people are those people who come from middle class backgrounds. The Bible talks about campaigning for the poor, lobbying for justice.

Isaiah says;

"Stop doing wrong, learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed.
Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow."

He goes on to say;

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?"
(58 v 6)

Ultimately the majority of students are not coming to protest because of any God-given command, but I was shocked to see the numbers who started arriving from 12.30 in the Students Union, ready to make their voice heard

Why? The increase is unlikely to effect us, especially for those of us who are in our last year, it's more for those teenagers who will be coming to Uni in the years to come. And yet students wanted to speak for those who couldn't speak. Students wanted to stand up for their brothers and sisters who would be coming to University after them, and didn't want them to be labelled with an even bigger financial burden.

There were probably around 150 people gathered in the Students Union building. Councillors Billy Leonard (Sinn Fein) and Barney Fitzpatrick (Alliance) spoke well and passionately. Their calls for students to continue to be active, and to hold politicians accountable (all 5 major parties in Northern Ireland committed to a removal of students fees in 2004) were greeted with loud cheers.

Followed thereafter a march from the Students Union biulding to the Central building. Shouts and chants were heard. Upon entering the front entrance of the University, these grew louder. Classes were disrupted. Students and staff stopped to watch. Security men stood on the steps of the stairs.
"What do we want?"
- "No Fees"
"When do we want them?"
- "Now!"

We all sat down on the floor, the local photographer clicking like crazy, the media students grabbing their soundbytes for their voxpops as the chants continued, growing louder. The Site VP tried to make a speech but could barely be heard above the racket.

I was in awe. Here were students, doing what students do best. Having their voice heard. Making a stand, against perceived injustice.

The Assembly should be listening. The University shoud be scared. And I think they were. The poor security chaps didn't seem to know what to do. As I made my way up the stairs for the class I was late for, I was grabbed on the arm and told I could not do so, that I wasn't allowed up there with a sign (which was a mock of a Father Ted protest). When I went round and used the lift, there the little bald man on an ego trip was again, having cleverly scented my devious plan. In the end, my class was cancelled, presumably due to the Lecturer being unable to have herself heard as the deafening roars continued.

If we students ever realise the potential to change the society we live in, the world will be an exciting (for some) and scary (for others) place.

I am a happy man. The Revolutionary Student isn't dead. He's just having a break

Further Reading

UUSU Campaign Against Fees-

Convert your universty to Fairtrade -

What does the Bible say about the poor? -


Tiananmen Protests -

The White Rose Movement -

The Increase of fees
Previous increase -
Recent proposals -

Political Parties views on Fees (including Alliance)

Monday, 24 November 2008

The List

This has been on the go for 8 or 9 years I'm sure. The ones in bold are what I have already done. Italics are ones I'm no longer keen on, but the list is the list

Suggestions welcome

1 Peel an Orange in one go - @ Home, 2001
2 Own a Ford Capri
3 Streak (at least in Boxers)
4 Get a Job - Annahilt, July 1999
5 Bungee Jump - Queenstown, New Zealand, April 2005
6 Run a Marathon
7 Get in a Police Car - Ballynahinch, May 1999
8 Overtake a Police Car
9 Parachute Jump - Taupo, NZ, May 2005
10 Own a Camper Van - NZ, October 2004
11 Go Paintball Shooting - Monaghan, October 2003
12 Drink Ginger Beer - Ballynahinch, July 2000
13 Donate Blood - Portrush, March 2007
14 Write and Publish a Book
15 Win a Competition - Ballynahinch, June 2004
16 Travel to Swaziland
17 Travel to Madagascar
18 Play for a football team - Helsinki, August 2006
19 Walk on Carrick-a-reed Rope Bridge - July 2003
20 Spectate at a football World Cup match - Cologne, June 2006
21 Dive off a top diving board - Gisborne, NZ, February 2005
22 Go scuba diving / snorkeling - Hanuama Bay, Hawaii, July 2005
23 Smoke Dope
24 Run for an election
25 (Help) start up a business
26 Smoke a cigar - Portstewart, June 2007
27 Drive on the Autobahn
28 Drive a Ferrari
29 Own a motorcycle
30 Watch a Gaelic Football match
31 Eat a handpicked lobster
32 Learn how to surf - Raglan, NZ, January 2005
33 Own a Mini
34 Partake in a Destruction Derby / Stock Car Race
35 Snorkel in the Great Barrier Reef
36 Eat Sushi
37 Shake hands with Eric Cantona
38 Watch Huddersfield Town play - Doncaster, England, August 2003
39 Run ‘The Square’ in under 4 minutes
40 Beat Mark Cunningham in a set of tennis
41 Act out a Father Ted scene with a cast member
42 Get punched in the face
43 Appear on T.V.
44 Read ‘The Hidden Hitler’ by Lothar Machtan - New Zealand, November 2004
45 Be at the Monaco Grand Prix
46 Watch a day at Wimbledon
47 Hanglide
48 Spend 2 days and 2 nights just spoiling myself in a hotel
49 Be on the front of a rollercoaster - Glasgow, August 2003
50 Visit Disneyland
51 Fart during a quiet time in the Cinema / Theatre
52 Play the lottery - Belfast, February 2006
53 Speak another language
54 Create a new world record
55 Juggle 3 balls
56 Trace my family tree
57 Go White Water Rafting
58 Place a bet, and win - Belfast, November 2005
59 Ignite a fart - Portstewart, March 2007
60 Act as Santa Claus, with a real white beard
61 Kick a pigeon
62 Propose to a girl at the Niagara Falls
63 Put a chocolate bar in a swimming pool
64 Do a Bull Run - Pamplona, July 2008
65 Learn how to play the Banjo
66 Do stand up comedy - Coleraine, Decembe 2006
67 Hitchhike - Greymouth - Blenheim, NZ, June 2005
68 Drive through a puddle, soaking someone
69 Get a massage
70 Smash a guitar
71 See all the continents
72 See the 7 wonders of the world
73 Learn to play Bass guitar
74 See a football match at all 92 English League grounds
75 Eat a traditional Hangi
76 Travel on the Trans-Siberian Railway
77 Catch a fish
78 Go shark diving
79 Get upgraded on a plane
80 Find another person with the same name as me
81 Die before my children
82 Grow a Moustache
83 Jury Duty
84 Kiss a Nun

Friday, 21 November 2008

First posts

I imagine all first posts on a blog to be incredibly dull. They probably include something by way of introduction. They're quite possibly just a ramble of words strung together in order to test to see if such prose will magically become coherent upon hitting the 'Publish' button. A test. To see if this hip 21st Century method of communication actually works. And then you spend the next two days watching the hits counter, mistaking the steady increase for the number of times you're actually visiting said blog yourself. You await with baited breath for your first subscriber. You might even set up a separate profile and subscribe to yourself, to 'set the ball rolling'. It never rolls. Your second post is probably worse than the first. You had a period of time from birth to first post to write about, possibly provoking many interesting stories. Next time out, the window is reduced to the period of time between your first post and your now pathetic second. And all you've done that is remotely interesting is bought Halo 6.

The blog confuses your mind. In typing it, your sense of what is interesting and what is not becomes diluted. The little man in your brain who is supposed to tell you that the graphics of Halo 6 are not as fascinating to the one man and his dog reading your description has gone on holiday. Replacing him is Ego, who forgets to mention the interesting insight into life (that you would have got if you were paying attention) from your exchange with the freckled girl at the game store.

And so, I end here. Not wanting to write too much, not for fear of anaesthetising the reader; more for fear that when I click this orange button below there will come up some unexplained error and all my flowing rhetoric will be consigned to some black hole in cyberspace