I meant to write a different blog post, I’ve been meaning to for ages – something about the sexualisation of Muslim women and how islamophobia colludes with the patriarchal imagination to dominates us in ways specific… But it’s a complex piece to write. And I feel a different thought flowing through me today so let’s go with that instead. I’ve been thinking a lot about … Continue reading Theatre meant a chance to delay homework by one night and pack an extra packet of crisps in your lunchbox for the bus home
A few days ago I woke up to the sensational headline that 13 potential terrorist attacks have been prevented in the UK since June 2013. Minutes later I heard news that the government just launched a new counter-terrorism campaign: Action Counters Terrorism (ACT), and every day since I’ve been putting up with interruptions on Spotify urging me to report suspicious and potential terrorist activity when just … Continue reading ‘Trust Your Instinct’ means ‘Don’t Trust Muslims’
I preface this post by asking you to go and watch Moonlight as soon as you possibly can (trailer). I watched the film a few nights ago and have been thinking a multitude of things ever since. A story about queer black men in Miami is what was broadly depicted. In of itself that would have been refreshing and deeply important, but it was also … Continue reading Impossible Imaginings
This week marks the beginning of my year of studying (Postcolonial Studies) at SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies) in London. Though practically unheard of by many, SOAS has a reputation for being a very political space and an institution with appreciation for critical and sometimes radical analysis and thought. To my mind, entering this space would be jumping from one extreme experience of … Continue reading SOAS vs Cambridge
A few weeks ago I was treated to the trip of a lifetime: New York City. It was unbelievable and magical and more than I had expected – somewhere I would love to go back to again and again. I wondered how one place could have captured so many people’s imaginations and filled us with such a sense of awe and nostalgia. I loved how … Continue reading Realisations in Harlem: Privilege is Uncomfortable
“I thought you saw me as a friend, not just some generic white man.” When I received that text last week I was baffled. Baffled for several reasons. My first thought was “are they incompatible?” because, realistically the sender in question was both my friend and a white man. The more I thought about it though I realised that by the use of “generic” this … Continue reading Are we losing straight white men from the cause by calling them “straight white men”?