September 30, 2009

China’s Sexual Silence

Preparations for the most important anniversary in China in the twentieth century are stretching further than polishing nuclear weapons and strapping sharp implements to the necks of soldiers with bad posture.

By the time 30,000 politicians and persons of indisputable guanxi gather in Tiananmen Square tomorrow to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the People’s Republic of China, innumerable sexual health and HIV websites will already have been shut down. During a summer of race riots and mass organised ‘forgetting’ the Great Fire Wall went into over drive in an effort to clean up their online presence in time for the scrutiny of the world’s media.

On 1st July the Chinese ministry of health issued a decree to systematically start banning public access to websites with sexual health content—unless you are a medical professional or scientific researcher. The rules appear intentionally vague. What exactly is covered by “scientific research” is ambiguous. The penalties, however, are crystal clear: a fine of up to 30,000 RMB (£2,772), or in some cases prison.

In the same month, the government also announced plans to introduce Green Dam onto all new computers: a software which automatically filters out any sex-related content in an internet search. This includes medical and HIV websites, chat rooms on health channels, and the highly-publicised pornography which China Daily, that bastion of truth, claims is poisoning the minds of China’s children.

In light of the violent riots between Han Chinese and Uighurs in Xinjiang province in June, it’s perhaps unsurprising that Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Fanfou (the Chinese version of Twitter) and sites like Chinasmack.com have been blocked. But closing access to the few sources of reliable sexual health information risks severing an information lifeline for millions of people.

Although Green Dam was put on hold when the government came up against the World Trade Organisation, Google and angry netizens who refused to have their web usage tamed, it has not been abandoned and looms shadow like on the horizon.

Sex is taboo in China

“Sex is still a taboo subject and there remains very low levels of knowledge,” says Carl Wang, an employee of the NGO Prevention Through Education. In August their website, HIVzx, which offers online sexual counselling and medical advice was shut down without warning. “Sites like ours are very important, because in China people won’t talk about sex in public. We get emails asking if HIV can be left on bed sheets. Because it is associated with needles we hear from people refusing to go to hospital out of fear. The lack of knowledge is sometimes terrifying.”

However, Professor Pan Suiming, director of the Institute of Sexuality and Gender at Renmin University in Beijing, is unsurprised by the sudden rash of closures. “From the moment you are born in China you are controlled. By your parents, then your teachers, then your university and sitting above all of them is the government. This is not an accident. No one in China has any privacy regarding their private or sex lives. The government doesn’t trust us to make our own decisions and there is an expectation that they have the right to know what we’re up to, especially on the internet.”

The government don’t trust us to make our own decisions

What is staggering, however, is how anyone goes about policing the way 1.3bn people use the web. Two years ago China Daily reported that the government had issued a call for “comrades of good ideological and political character, high capability and familiarity with the internet to form teams of web commentators who can employ methods to actively guide online public opinion.” They call them the wu mao dang, the 50 cent army: hundreds of thousands of faceless propagandist bloggers whose occupation is to infiltrate and manipulate internet forums which criticise party policy on Tibet, the suppression of statistics on bird flu, the jailing of protesters, the lack of laws protecting homosexuals and, of course, sex education.


With the manpower at the wu mao dang’s command (an estimated 300,000), the potential damage they could inflict by targeting sites like Wikipedia, Digg, Google News and YouTube is cause for concern. Their ability to popularise certain stories and to shout down others is incalculable. One incentive, which also explains their name, is clear: every very time they post a comment or alter a thread the individual is paid the equivalent of 50 Chinese cents (£0.046).

On the eve of the anniversary, the atmosphere in Beijing is dark. Every single hotel room with a view of Tiananmen has been booked out by the government- not for them the same mistake twice. And the only way the public will get to see the parade is on television. Tourists are being forced to carry their visas on them and there has been a sudden mass exodus of expat residents to Hong Kong “for a holiday.” But for HIVzx and thousands of other websites, the countdown is on to see if they will be reinstated after the event, or if this was the start of something far more sinister.

[previously published on Prospectmagazine.co.uk]

UPDATE:

Listen below to the Guardian’s Beijing correspondant, Tania Branigan, on today’s anniversary:

The Chinese news organisation, Danwei, put together a collage of how China's media celebrated the anniversary

The Chinese news organisation, Danwei, put together a collage of how China's media celebrated the anniversary

June 23, 2009

China Girl: Moving to Beijing

 

Tiananmen square. Photo: Georgia Graham.

Photo: Georgia Graham

 

After painful deliberation between me and my credit card I have decided to flee this jobless country and write my MA journalism portfolio in Beijing. I leave in six days. Although I previously spent over six months working in Shanghai the ‘Jing is a whole different pot of dumplings and I hope I survive. Here is what I remember of it since I was last there- keep your fingers crossed I don’t get lost behind the great fire wall of China and tell any of your friends out there that I like beer and I’m a cheap date.

 

Beijing is full of posers. 

 

People's Statue in Tiananmen Square

People's Statue in Tiananmen Square. Photo: Alice Hutton.


Regent’s whatty? They have the most incredible lakes instead of parks. 

 

Ho Hai lake in central Beijing. Photo: Tom Coulson.

Ho Hai lake in central Beijing. Photo: Tom Coulson.

 

Temple by Ho Hai lake. Photo: Alice Hutton.

Temple by Ho Hai lake. Photo: Alice Hutton.

 

Everyone has this amazing ability to take a nap- anywhere. 


Photo: Alice Hutton.

Photo: Alice Hutton.

 

Food shopping is infinitely more fun. And more dangerous.

 

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Yes, its real. Someone even took the time to paint eyes on. Photo: Alice Hutton.

 

The drinks are pretty strong…


Photo: Who knows at that point.

Photo: Who knows at that point.

 

But the views can’t be beaten.

 

The Great Wall of China

The Great Wall of China. Photo: Alice Hutton.

 

zài jiàn!

June 1, 2009

Too nice to lean on: Miss England 2009

Clair Cooper Miss England Miss Universe 2009

Clair Cooper will represent England in Miss Universe 2009

This is Miss England for the global beauties competition Miss Universe 2009, to be held this summer in the Bahamas and broadcast live on NBC to one billion viewers.

I sat next to her on the train to Cardiff last weekend.

It was 7:30am on a Saturday and I had dragged my poorly rested body out of bed to schlep down to Cardiff and watch the City journos slog out a football battle of mythic proportions and then lose 2-0 to the Welsh. Of course I didn’t know that then, all I saw through bleary eyes was a tall red head in platform heels, white jeans and a shit load of makeup plonk herself down at my table and whip out her mobile. “I fucking resent being up this early” she giggled into her phone, “so I thought I’d call you.”

Up until the moment that National Rail’s Helen of Troy walked in I had been feeling sorry for myself. (I don’t have a job and the only thing in my future is a 15,000 word MA dissertation and the prospect that I might have to learn Mandarin, like, really fast.)

Now I was trapped on a train with a walking time bomb of an interviewee without a dictaphone and no plausible way to start writing in shorthand without her noticing. I was going to have to remember this.

Of course I hadn’t actually discovered that Clair Cooper was Miss England until I spilled my instant coffee down my dress and she leapt gazelle like to the rescue and handed me a wad of napkins from her bag. “So”, I dabbed fruitlessly at the boiling hot stain, “why are you heading to Wales?”

“Im going to pick out the official gowns to wear when I represent England at the Miss Universe competition in the Bahamas this summer.”

Excuse me, whatty? That, is a brilliant sentence.

Clair Cooper Miss Universe Finalist

For the next hour I grilled what turned out to be a very intelligent 26 year old with a degree in music management and a job at Live Nation, one of the UK’s largest music promotors, who are running T in the Park this year.

Her string of pageantry titles, including Miss London 2006, is a hobby to earn extra cash and travel and it will all end this year when Clair reaches the ripe age of 27 and is banned from applying to anymore competitions and “being a princess.”

Sport is cruel.

I ended up feeling about Clair the way I feel about Cheryl Cole. A little bit wrong. Just kidding, in reality their beauty blinds you to the point where Cole’s arrest for a racially aggravated assault is forgotten by me in the blink of some really good hair extensions and pretty frocks.

In the case of Clair we hadn’t even reached Cardiff before I decided to stop trying to con the pageant queen into saying something about the good people of Wales that I could then sell to the South Wales Echo. She was just too goddam nice. And smart. And, and, I really liked her bag. I was had.

Thankfully the currency of the story still upset a few of the City boys who took the Mega Bus. “You what?” gawped a crest fallen Patrick Galey mid cigarette roll, “I sat next to Faaez.”

And yes I googled all these photos and put as many as possible in this post, because I think she is pretty, and nice, and well, I fucking want world peace.

Miss Universe takes place live in the Bahamas on NBC from 23rd August.

UPDATE:

The day after the competition went live I started to realise why I loved tags on blog posts so much. Thank you Clair Cooper you earned me over 120 hits that day.

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May 9, 2009

Big in the City: Journalism Alumni

I just picked up a copy of the excellent XCity magazine, by City’s 2009 magazine students and spent a much needed half an hour break from media law revision flicking through the alumni pages at the back, chuckling at the person who listed their profession as puzzle compiler and  worrying about the one who became a nun (after working for Swimming Pool Publications). Im trying not to wonder what the class of 2010 will list under our names because it panics me too much. I thought that looking through the lists of hundreds of successful journalists who mooched around these corridors might cheer me up because god knows we all need to remember why we  wanted to enter journalism.  

Alex Graham 1978

You could smoke in the news room, there was no such thing as different courses for newspaper, magazine and broadcast and the degree was only in its second year, but Alex Graham went on to become the Chief Executive of Wall to Wall Media, one of the UK’s most respected independent production companies.

Catherine Bennett 1979

Columnist for The Guardian and former writer for The Times and The Sunday Telegraph.




Dermot Murnaghan 1984

Well known presenter for Sky News, and previously for ITV and BBC News (watch the video below to catch a glimpse of him vox popping a passer by  with Barry McIIhneney for an assignment at City twenty five years ago).

 

Stuart Jeffries 1985 

The scooper of my barista story last month graduated the year before I was born (yikes) and is now a feature writer for The Guardian and deputy literary editor for The Observer

Ben Preston 1987            

 

Ben PrestonThe former deputy editor of The Times left after he was passed over for the top job in favour of young City upstart James Harding (below). 


Will Lewis 1991

According to Simon Neville, who used his work experience at The Telegraph to ask the editor in chief, Will Lewis, about his time at City, he didn’t actually finish the course. This clearly didn’t hinder him. (Listen to Emeritus fellow, Robert Jones, who has been at City since 1979, talk about teaching Lewis in the video below).  

 

James Harding 1995

The youngest ever editor of The Times James Harding beat Ben Preston (above) to the job at the age of 38. He speaks five languages, including Mandarin. Its just not fair.

Decca Aitkenhead 1995

Decca Aitkenhead1995 was obviously a talented year because it also churned out Decca Aitkenhead- winner of Interviewer of the Year 2009 at the British Press Awards. Freelancer for The Guardian, Evening Standard, The Observer, The Sunday Telegraph

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other notable names include:

Ian Birrell ( 1982) deputy editor of The Independent.

Tony Gallagher (1986) deputy editor of The Telegraph.

Rebecca Allison (1997) assistant editor of The Guardian.

Alice Fisher (1995) commissioning editor oThe Observer Magazine. 

John Mullin The Independent on Sunday

Salam Pax the Baghdad Blogger (follow him on Twitter)

Caroline Faraj Head of CNN Arabic

Perhaps there is hope for the rest of us. Or maybe I just wish it.

 

 

April 29, 2009

Rusbridger on the future of journalism

Listen to Alan Rusbridger’s lecture Newspapers Without Walls held at Queen Mary University London.

Last week I attended Alan Rusbridger’s lecture, Newspapers Without Walls, at QMUL on the future of journalism as a collaborative effort between reporters and  citizens. (Listen to the lecture above).

Alan Rusbridger, editor of The Guardian

Alan Rusbridger, editor of The Guardian. Photo: The Guardian.

Sadly, the excellent (and refreshingly positive) lecture was watched by only a handful of people, showing perhaps that QMUL could learn something from the Guardian about publicising their lectures on the web more effectively.

As editor of the Guardian, Rusbridger has made a very successful career out of calculative guesses on where the industry will be in five years time, and demonstrated last night how the paper, and website, is putting that skill to use in a very gloomy environment.

“For the first time since the Enlightenment,” he began, “there is a chance you will have no source of news. It is a catastrophe and on a par with losing the police force or fire brigade. It is a crisis in journalism.”

According to Rusbridger the new model for the ailing regional newspapers involves harnessing the scope and information possessed by local bloggers, charities, campaigners and websites like Fix My Street that can feed stories to the paper like a local news wire. But the first step involves breaking down the ‘wall’ between reporter and reader that prioritises the journalist’s ability to find news and accept that:

Readers know more than we do.

Well, of course they do sillies. Thank god or we would all be in trouble.  But, as Rusbridger pointed out, when the blogger Dan Gillmor made that statement in 2004, it was controversial and terrifying because the vast majority of reporters were still labouring under the old 1.0 delusion that journalists are the only authoritative source of news.

The debunking of that myth is not new, but its practical application in the UK media has been slow. Giving credibility to the use of social networking sites to find stories has led to things like  Stephen Fry stuck in a lift. But the examples outlined by Rusbridger are enough to remind any world weary journalism student why they chose a low paid profession that specialised in scepticism in the first place.

1. Their Tax Gap series on Barclays which, Rusbridger said proudly, had a direct knock on effect on G20 and the Budget which closed down certain tax loopholes in the UK:

“This was the perfect combination of mainstream journalists doing dogged stuff. There are bloggers out there who have been writing about tax for ages but with no effect at all. This is something a large news organisation can do in amplifying a story and having an effect. It’s the model of us and them combining to do something really interesting – a new alchemy at work.”

2. The footage of Ian Tomlinson whose death was recorded by “thousands of reporters -the crowds. And should therefore not have come as a surprise to the police.”

3. Breaking news on Twitter. Something that The Telegraph had a few brilliant hitches with using Twitterfall.

Jemima Kiss

Jemima Kiss. Photo: The Guardian.

Interestingly, Rusbridger confessed he didn’t undersand Twitter (although you can follow him here). But, showing his five jumps ahead policy in action, he said it was important to listen to the technology journalists, like whizz kid Jemima Kiss, whose engagement with trends invariably end up being significant for the development of the media.

“Twitter is not about Twitter” a very pregnant Kiss told me after the lecture. “It is about what people use it for. It is a technical brains trust, a research tool to harness people’s expertise, a social organisation and your target audience.” It is, essentially, a human filtered news feed and the way I found case studies for several stories at the Manchester Evening News. (Read Kiss’ piece on the talk here.)

The trouble with citizen journalism for me is that I shelled out £8, 000 I can’t afford to start training as a journalist, haven’t got a job yet and I’m so convinced by this model I’m wondering just how long I can expect to be poor and jobless for exactly. On the other hand, the possibilities of combining old fashioned nose to the ground reporting with the knowledge of thousands of people who are, as Jeff Jarvis puts it, “committing acts of journalism” every day, is mind blowing and something to feel electrified by, not scared of.

(With thanks to QMUL for the audio)

April 23, 2009

Hospital failed three times to find cancer, says councillor

Today the Islington Gazette finally published my exclusive interview with Lib Dem councillor, Donna Boffa, whose bladder is being removed after doctors allegedly failed to diagnose her cancer correctly three times in a row. It appeared on page four. Some of the more inflamatory quotes about writhing in pain on the floor have understandably been removed. The hospital also apparently chose to change their statement after they realised they could afford to be rude to a student, but not to the local paper.

A COUNCILLOR has discovered she is suffering from bladder cancer – after hospital doctors allegedly misdiagnosed her tumour three times.

Councillor Donna Boffa

Councillor Donna Boffa

Donna Boffa, 43, a Liberal Democrat councillor for Bunhill ward, is now undergoing chemotherapy – and will have to have her bladder removed.

The mum-of-five says she was sent home by accident and emergency staff at University College Hospital (UCH) in Euston three times before the tumour was finally spotted.

On January 14, Councillor Boffa was sent home after doctors told her she only had a kidney stone.

Then on January 18, she was given a CT scan but sent home after doctors thought she must have passed the kidney stone.

And on the third occasion in February, doctors noted an abnormality – but told her to go to her GP.

Councillor Boffa says it was only when she went back to accident and emergency for a fourth time, on February 26, that doctors looked at the original scan and spotted that she had a tumour. It was diagnosed as cancerous earlier this month.

Councillor Boffa, who is submitting a formal complaint, said: “I would have had a better prognosis if I had been diagnosed earlier. Hopefully it won’t affect my chances of pulling through – it hasn’t spread.”

Councillor Boffa, who has campaigned for better healthcare since becoming a councillor six years ago, partly blames the Government’s waiting time targets.

She said: “The Government says you have to be dealt with by accident and emergency within four hours. So they try to rush you through. But I would rather be sitting there for eight hours and get a proper diagnosis.”

10,000 people are diagnosed with bladder cancer every year

Every year, 10,000 people are diagnosed with bladder cancer. And in 2006, there were 4,813 deaths from the disease. Dr Victor Izegbu, an urologist and bladder cancer expert from Central Middlesex Hospital, said late diagnoses can be dangerous.

He said: “Bladder cancer can be extremely aggressive. It is harder to diagnose a middle-aged woman as she may not present typical symptoms. Doctors must always assume the woman has something more serious than the symptoms.”

Going into hospital on February 26 also meant that Councillor Boffa missed a crucial council vote. The opposition Labour party was able to use Councillor Boffa’s absence to defeat the ruling Liberal Democrats and push their own budget through.

A UCH spokesman said: “UCH takes issues like this extremely seriously and if Councillor Boffa would like to discuss her treatment in any more detail, we would be happy to a arrange a meeting with one of our medical directors.

“It would be inappropriate to comment in detail as we understand it’s likely to be subject to a formal complaint.”

April 16, 2009

Tory Bear not “fast, fair and accurate”?!

Twitter post

Like thousands of other bloggers, I write in the knowledge that no one is listening.  So the arrival of a barrage of traffic today from the right-wing gossip site,  Torybear,  came as something of a shock.

It turns out someone was listening- to my Twitter feed. And they blogged about it probably proving why no one should really be listening to any of us.

For part of my City work experience at The Press Association I doorstepped the house of Labour List blogger and centre of  ’smeargate’, Derek Draper,  for over seven hours. It was sunny: I got sunburnt. Torybear picked up my tweet. Read their piece here.

Am I thankful for the traffic? Definitely. To be honest it was pretty funny, meant in good jest and showed how to use social networking sites to generate original stories (even if  part of the premise for the piece seemed to be that it was weird for me to be doing it ‘freelance’!)

Fact check. Fact check. Fact check.

Had Tory Bear look ed a few posts lower they might have seen that I there for PA, pretending to be one of ten journalists, broadcasters and photographers from Sky News, the BBC, ITN and the Mirror, all sitting on the pavement, doing the crossword and getting sunburnt. Working hard. 

 

27 Linton Street, Islington. Where I sat outside waiting for Draper for a very long time.

27 Linton Street, Islington. Where I sat outside waiting for Draper for a very long time.

Photo from Google Streetview.

April 5, 2009

How to make the perfect cup of coffee (and be scooped by the Guardian)

Three weeks ago I was scooped by the Guardian. Not a bad badge of honour perhaps, but a lesson in getting the interview quickly and keeping your mouth shut. For the City MA paper and online production, Islington Now, I interviewed the newly crowned Best Barista in the UK, Gwilym Davies. Until that week, Davies’ award (and stall) had gone virtually unnoticed by the national and local press. After agreeing on a quiet day when I could do the interview and quiz him on the merits of Ecuadorian versus Ethiopian beans, I trundled home and returned, video in hand, only to be greeted by the ex City journo (and very nice) Stuart Jeffries- and a guardian photographer, circling Gwilym like flies.  Someone snitched. I was told to wait (and to ‘chill out’). A sad, sad day for student journalism. See Jeffries’ piece here, and mine, including my video on how to make the perfect coffee, below. 

Gwilym Davies, the best barista in the UK

Gwilym Davies, the World Barista Champion 2009. Photo: Alex Lentati.

 

It’s official: Islington has the best coffee in the UK.

Gwilym Davies, 42, who runs a small coffee stall in Whitecross Market, Old Street, was crowned Britain’s best barista last week.

The soft spoken Yorkshire man who lives on a houseboat with his wife and daughter flattened thousands of competitors – including supermarket chain Marks and Spencer - with his uniquely flavoured cappuccinos and espressos at a national competition held in Glasgow.

“Butter, chocolate, orange peel, syrup and cinnamon,” says Gwilym enthusiastically, listing the ingredients that helped win him the prestigious award. “I won because I took risks. It is like a voyage of discovery.”

“It’s just us, good coffee and getting to know the locals”

The proof is in the product. I drink three and they’re thick, creamy and at £1.80 they’re certainly value for money.

“I’ve been in the coffee business for years” he says, crafting  a heart shape with the milk on my latte, “but after a while I just wanted to make coffee. We set up our stall on the street every morning with no doors, no branding and no barriers- we haven’t even got a name. It’s just us, good coffee and getting to know the locals.”

Gwilym is set to take America by storm when he competes at the World’s Best Barista Championship in Atlanta, Georgia next month.

 

Gwilym at his stall in Whitecross Market in Old Street, Islington

Gwilym at his stall in Whitecross Market in Old Street, Islington. Photo: Alex Lentati.

 

 

 

 

Watch Gwilym in action at the competition here

 

UPDATE: 

He won!

Gwilym wowed the judges at the World Barista Championship and took the top prize after competing against 52 countries. Canada and the United States came in second and third. The 2010 World Championships will be held in London. Now you have to buy his coffee.  

 

Gwilym Davies, in Atlanta, winning the World Barista Champion 2009. Photo from Barista Magazine

Gwilym Davies, in Atlanta, winning the World Barista Champion 2009. Photo from Barista Magazine

April 1, 2009

My favourite headline of the year so far

 

The Porn Ultimatum

The Porn Ultimatum

It made me smile. Which The Sun rarely does. I bet some sub out there is really proud of themselves.

March 25, 2009

Dancing Queen- London’s top flamenco teacher

This week I learnt the true nature of no pain no gain when I spent four hours learning to dance from Nuria Garcia, head of Escuela de Baile. Watch my video on how to flamenco and visit our website Islingtonnow.

“Don’t look at your feet – look proud!” yells Nuria García over the army of ruffled skirts swishing in a studio in north London. “Dance with your eyes girls. And if the people in front of you don’t move, trample them.”

The guitarist strikes a dramatic chord and thirty women throw up their skirts and stamp the floor in unison.

Sadlers Wells Flamenco Festival 09

Sadler's Wells Flamenco Festival 09

Nuria is the head of Escuela de Baile, the largest school of flamenco outside of Spain, and a leading teacher and choreographer for the annual Flamenco Festival at Sadler’s Wells theatre. Once a year dozens of renowned flamenco artists descend upon Islington and unleash a wave of feisty dancing that attracts hundreds of fans, selling out weeks in advance.

But right now, with the festival ending in three days time, Nuria is back to her favourite role – teaching. “I love to teach and see what people get out of this dance – so come along,” she had said the day before, “but be warned, I run a hard class.”

At flamenco for beginners, held at Haverstock School in Chalk Farm, in neighbouring Camden, the sweat runs down our backs as we hitch up our skirts and stomp and click and twirl.

“Make it sexy, make it sensual,” demands our teacher. “Push your arms like you’re pushing against water,” and we curl our aching arms over our heads for the tenth time, black heels pounding holes in the floor.

 Flamenco is about celebrating your pride, independence and dignity

“She’s a slave driver,” says Phillip, one of two men in the class, as he wipes his face with a towel. But he’s grinning. “Stop, stop,” Nuria shouts, “I want a nice clean rhythm, in unison.” And we start over again.

Nuria’s zeal for perfection, which calls for her to restart the dance every time she hears a click out of beat, was instilled in her from a young age. She started dancing in Spain and fell in love with the freedom of flamenco and what it meant to women.

“Flamenco is a melding of the Muslim, Jewish and Christian cultures, bought together by persecution,” she explains. “It is about spirited women throwing off their shackles and celebrating their pride, independence and dignity. When you stamp” – and she shows me how I’m doing it wrong again – “it is not petulance, it is expectation.”

Escuela de Baile is running an Easter Flamenco course with Spanish choreographers from April 10 to 13 at Dance Attic Studios, 368, North End Road, SW6 ILY.