The City I Live In - Hacked

I had my hair cut today. More hacked at actually. I took a chance at the cheaper alternative of a barbers. Avoiding the back alleys of local town, I thought it much wiser to head to the seedy alleys of Soho. 

My entrance to the barbers was met with more solemnity than I expected. Having my haircut is an activity of leisure; a time of renewal. Joyful even. So with the jingling cow bells alerting my entrance, things instantly seemed off. The giant poster of Sweeney Todd did not allay any anxieties. 

A tall, coiffured and waistcoated chap pointed me in the direction of a short and similarly coiffured and waistcoated man, who gestured more than he used words. Within minutes, my hair was washed and squeezed. No pre-wash consultation, no beverage offerings, no pleasantries my usual salon insists on at my every visit. Ok fine, this is a no frills alternative, I get that the faff is cut out.

I was pointed to a chair. Reassured at being asked what I would like changed, I replied, "short all over please, choppy and manageable." Without retort or an opinion ventured, strands of my hair were flying off my scalp. In fairness, I have recently let my hair grow to lengths my mother describes uniquely: "You look like a jungle, Mehmet.” Surely this hacking phase is just a quick once over before the finer, more elegant and precise use of his scissors — nope.

I should not have expected more from this place. Though adorned with the current vogue of gentlemanly furnishings, I was offered none of its refinement. The ambient music was that of a generic radio playlist "thumping out classic nineties hits". And no conversation either. 

The unconventional cutting style continued. My short chap struggled to reach the top of my head, and so I would periodically tilt my head to meet his manic scissors. A tool I have never before seen and resembling a fish scaler, resulted in more hair hacked until something resembling a cropped look transpired. When shown the back, rather innocently I asked if more could be taken off. My chap grunted once more and brandishing his large clippers, chopped further. I exchanged glances incredulously with myself in the giant ornate mirror facing me.

As I left the barber shop, I suddenly remembered their website, which boasts a picture of the owner embracing Jason Statham, a man famously known for his lovely hair. That, and the shop name of Scissorhands, should have been enough warning. 


The Etiquette of Writing an Exclusive Article

7 October - 27 January

Peltz Gallery, Birkbeck

43 Gordon Square, London WC1H 0PD

 

I jolly well went ahead and published an exclusively commissioned article I wrote on this blog. I did so with the trepidation of someone stepping into an unauthorised, restricted area, yet with the careless abandon of a misbehaving child. I somehow knew I might be doing wrong, but I went ahead anyway. I can still error like the best of them. Humbled, I dutifully removed the post.

The experience altogether has been positive, not least for cementing in me the discipline to hold on, to wait, and to clarify before pressing the publish button. Writing a whole piece within a specified timeframe and submitting to a publisher was my first experience of realtime journalism. And I did so by respecting the source material and without compromising my voice. 

The commission rounded off a successful first term, and achieving my first publication in the Lamp & Owl, the school paper, would be the icing on the cake. 

My expectations entering a masters in journalism, without ever formally studying an arts subject beyond GCSE art, where at best realistic. I hoped for a good grade or two, and to successfully juggle my family life and the deadlines of writing journalistic prose. Prose that would be graded. Something that scared the life out of me. I would finally be judged critically on the quality of my writing, and not just receive friendly familial support. 

Yet it’s all about urgency and need. We achieve things in the face of our own mortality that underlines a sense of urgency and conviction. The time was right, I made this career change with intent and I would not let that slip. 

It was a year ago that I tentatively attended a Birkbeck open day hoping to assess the reality of reading a module, perhaps even changing careers. Having worked in clinical research, and with no experience of journalism, I was encouraged to apply for the MA on my enthusiasm alone. I suddenly saw an out. 

It was a given that through writing and photography I would eventually find my artistic voice, which has always been integral to my very being. In time I accepted this voice and I am now living it. 

I attended my once weekly evening lecture at Bloomsbury joyously, juggling the handover of my daughter at times through wind and rain as I waited for my wife’s arrival at the train station, chattering to my daughter to keep her amused. Somehow this all became routine, as normal a routine as bedtime is for my daughter — a trick I enjoyed because it was part of changing my life. 

Walking from Russell Square station to the Mallet Street campus — the architectural lights illuminating against the dimming evening light of winter — was an act of inherent free will. From the understated elegance of Georgian terrace houses to the utility-filled Brutalist beauty of campus buildings, I would walk past each to attend class oblivious to the horrid seasonal weather.

And with each session my confidence grew. My imagination forming structure to apply to previously nebulous ideas. So today I sit hear typing away on my laptop, armed with the tools of journalism, with growing confidence in building a story and conveying my thoughts, and with a touch of negotiation too, yesterday my article was published.


A Museum of the Everyday: Cinephilia and Collecting

7 October - 27 January

Peltz Gallery, Birkbeck

43 Gordon Square, London WC1H 0PD

 

The French New Wave adored film to the point of obsession. The post-war accessibility of motion pictures, hitherto restricted, spawned a generation that devoured the medium in all its forms — a new generation cultivated cinephilia to cult status. A Museum of Everyday Life: Cinephilia and Collecting, currently showing at the Peltz Gallery, wonderfully captures the obsessive nature cinema inspires.

On display within this unremarkable space are works on loan from the Cinema Museum. Situated in Lambeth, the ex-workhouse has links to Charles Chaplin, the doyen of silent era Hollywood. During Chaplin’s impoverished early childhood, he would have stayed in the building with his mother. The converted site is home to collections that cover the whole breadth of cinema, yet the museum is seeking public funding to keep the collection together. 

The joy of this exhibition is envisioned by the collectors, their labour of love underlines an obsessive nature compelled to collect and catalogue. The number of items present here is staggering, and must be in excess of 100,000, realised as index cards, scrapbooks cuttings and celluloid samples. The timespan begins around the Second World War and continues to the preset, but some of the collected items edge close to the first talkies. The effort taken by the curator to assemble this exhibition is testament to the spirit of the collectors themselves. 

Envelopes contained within large metal index cabinets hold fragile celluloid movie cuts, are scattershot and lack the fastidiousness of other files, which are meticulously compiled and alphabetised. Some collections a mere 183 cards kept within a tiny box, others in tightly filled rows. A tall chest of drawers built from reclaimed wood stands proudly next to a wall adorned with index cards.

 

Collecting inspires a love for the subject matter and opens up the possibility to consider each aspect equally. From famous names that pop out instantly and excites the heart, to the less glamorous characters scattered across time. One cannot omit as a true collector. To omit is to deny their presence within the medium, and thereby undermine the collection itself. It is perhaps this spirit that the unstoppable nature of the hobby explodes. Vic Kinson is one such collector, who amassed over 36,000 index cards, and provides the set piece of the exhibition. 

The level of detail etched on these index cards appear limitless. Morsels of interesting facts sprinkled within the perfunctory information of an actor’s career: Al Pacino’s card states he was once a dancer and a stand up comedian; that Fatty Arbuckle was accused of manslaughter; Groucho Marx filed for bankruptcy after the 1929 Wall Street crash; Buster Keaton an alcoholic; Anthony Quinn’s family escaped the Mexican revolution; or that Lana Turner married eight times. Actors are described with reflection: Susan Sarandon as a, “Sexy and sassy American leading lady”; Burt Lancaster as the “Muscular actor with a flashing smile tinged with menace”.

Present throughout this exhibition is the urge to collect and collate for oneself, a record to replace a fragile and fading memory. A yellowing scrapbook of Peter Ewing lists the Academy Awards honour-role of 1939, written with elegant penmanship, and sites The Citadel as the best acted and best directed picture of the year. Yet the errors present remind the observer that this was a human endeavour, and so errors are unavoidable. The Citadel in fact had won its award the previous year. That should not take away from the enjoyment of looking at these artefacts, in fact, they highlight the personal touch present throughout this collection. 

One finds oneself wanting to read each card, to browse each scrapbook, and to hold each strip of celluloid up to the light. Yet the sheer numbers are overwhelming. To do justice to the collection would require a lifetime within these walls, as surely as these collections took a life time to assemble.


The Footballing World According to the FAA

Football Against Apartheid, a disparately put together group of activists, currently campaigning to raise awareness of the Hapoel Be’er Sheva visits to Southampton in the Europa League. Mehmet Hassan discovers an entire movement opposing Israel’s inclusion into the European and world footballing federations.

Two hours before kick-off, the crowds were increasingly pulsating out of Arsenal tube station, a herd flowing in a single direction, past moored ticket touts, fundraisers rattling charity collection boxes, and Football Against Apartheid members, arms at full stretch, distributing leaflets, hoping their cause is noticed. As the clock ticked closer to kick off, the crowd were ever more moving in unison with one goal in mind; it seemed slim pickings for all. John Tymon, wearing a classic yellow Arsenal away shirt was leading the FAA cause.  

Tymon’s facial expressions are languid and impassive, yet his deep blue eyes stare fixedly, unblinking through his dialogue. “[Israel] should never have been in European football in the first place. You know they are still expelled from the Asian Football Confederation? They were expelled in 1974. Without consulting fans or talking to anybody they welcomed them into UEFA. And now they are going to be on our pitches. All of the football authorities are saying they are against racism, and yet the worst purveyor of racism is apartheid.” Tymon’s involvement in such campaigns stretches back to the days of South African apartheid. Using football to spread the message, he campaigned for South Africa’s removal from FIFA. South Africa were ejected in 1976.

In 2011, Tymon broke away from a group of antiapartheid campaigners to form Gooners Against Apartheid. Tymon would travel to football matches with his “Arsenal Against Apartheid” banner hoping fans would take notice. He eventually made more banners with names of top tier clubs to expand to form the FAA. The South African model is what Tymon and similar campaigners are using to challenge Israel’s inclusion in FIFA and UEFA.

It is hard to find a more controversial global issue to tackle than the Israel-Palestinian conflict. Countless lives have been lost, blood spilt on both sides, its explosive conflicts never far from igniting the touch paper that separates these disputed territories. Since the occupation of Palestinian territories, such as the West Bank, the charge of apartheid, racism and human rights violations have overshadowed Israel. 

The United Nations Security Council have since 1979 deemed these territories — gained unlawfully after the 1967 six day war — an illegal occupation. Wilfred Lemke, UN Special Advisor for Sport, reiterated this declaration: “The United Nations security council has determined that Israeli settlements in occupied territory have no legal validity, as they are in breach of international law, and that such practices are an obstruction to achieving a comprehensive, just and lasting peace in the Middle East.”

These are problematic issues for FIFA. The international governing body for football espouses an apolitical culture within all tiers of the game, stating player's equipment must be devoid of political or religious slogans. Consequently, many Premier League clubs refused to comment on the Israel-Palestine issue that the FAA are campaigning about on a weekly basis. An exasperated spokesperson from Arsenal FC, who wished to remain anonymous, tried to distance the club from such causes, stated, “It’s really difficult. They're not affiliated to us, they're not partners, they're not condoned by us. We have got an Arsenal For Everyone policy, which ensures everybody connected to this football club, as far as religion, sexual orientation, sex, ability; we strive to make everybody feel like they belong here.” 

Removing politics from the debate seems highly implausible given the conflicting interests of the Israeli Football Association (IFA) and Palestinian Football Association (PFA). Both are recognised by FIFA, and both have differing views on the legitimacy of football within the occupied territories. Geoff Lee, of Red Card Israeli Football and a contemporary of Tymon, stated, “FIFA do not want politics to mess up football, but unfortunately [FIFA] recognise the borders of states, and [FIFA] have rules which reflect that, and when you have people who challenge the borders of states — you're taking politics. But really, we are talking about human rights, not politics — politics is secondary.”

The fundamental nature of these disputes returns to the legality of the occupation of the disputed territories. The charge of human rights violation are not thrown into the mix lightly. The Human Rights Watch have reiterated the various arguments against the legality of Israeli occupation, such the movement of the Israeli civilian population to the occupied territories. This is particularly relevant to football. The PFA argues that settlement teams from the occupied territories are contravening FIFA rules and this is perhaps the most legitimate case that involves all parties — the two football associations, FIFA and the UN.

The Human Rights Watch continue, highlighting segregation as another such violation, siting the separation of junior teams into Arab and Israeli leagues. The restriction of movement of Palestinian footballers within these disputed settlements, and beyond for international tournaments, is yet another. The Zionist Federation of Great Britain and Ireland (ZFUK) refused to be drawn on the legality of settlement teams, they did comment on the restriction of movement. “We would like a situation where everyone can move as freely as possible. The restriction on Palestinian sports people is indicative of a wider issue, which is restriction of general Palestinian freedom of movement — that’s an unfortunate situation. It is a military conflict between two peoples and restrictions are based on security judgements.” 

The burden of action returns to FIFA. Many initiatives state the responsibility lies with FIFA and UEFA to take action against Israel’s inclusion into the international governing bodies. Under rules set out by FIFA, member associations are not permitted to play in another member's territory without permission. This is explicitly the issue with Israeli settlement teams who play without PFA permission. “We come down to the crucial thing, do you accept that the West Bank is Palestinian territory or not, and of course the Israelis don’t,” Lee continues, “You’ve got to decide where the borders of Israel are. I think most people will agree with the United Nations that it's the [pre-1967] armistice line.”

The charge of apartheid was put to the ZFUK. They dismiss these claims as grandiose, and quote the inclusion of Israeli-Arabs within many IFA teams — such as Be’er Sheva — as evidence of equality and tolerance. Ben Jamal, of the Palestinian Support Campaign, states deeper and more specific issues of racism occur within Israeli footbll. “There are significant concerns about a club like Beitar Jerusalem — regular chats of ‘Death to Arabs’.” The Zionist Federation condemned such behaviour and restated the efforts of the IFA to punish Beitar Jerusalem for its racist fan base; however, critics of the IFA believe this has been ineffective in addressing such behaviour. 

The recently elected FIFA president Gianni Infantino, has stated that resolving this issue is one of his a top-priorities. Infantino has appointed Tokyo Sexwale, former antiapartheid activist and FIFA official, tasked with leading a monitoring committee to report on the issue. Due out in October, that report has been put back to 2017. Owing to the publishing delays, many, including Jamal, remain skeptical about the final content of the Sexwale report, “There are fundamental issues of concern, the one that is at the core of the investigation by FIFA, which unfortunately keeps being kicked into the grass because we believe there is extensive pressure from Israel and allies.”

Due sooner is the arrival of Be’er Shiva for the Europa League group match. The FAA members are keen to maintain its activism in all forms, from demonstrating weekly outside football stadiums, to releasing videos of their members, who are more reliant on rhetoric than the facts of the story. Carol Foster, a diminutive, bespectacled Jewish woman, pondered outside Arsenal tube station, “Its rather ironic that Israel is burning because burning is a sort of metaphor for cleansing.” Referring to the wildfires that have raged across Israel, “Maybe these fires will make them act in a more pure, more honourable way,” she added.

The FAA are resolute about demonstrate against Be’er Sheva’s visit to Southampton by displaying banners with antiapartheid and anti-Israeli occupation slogans. This is despite Be’er Sheva having Israeli-Arab footballers present within its team and crucially not being based within the occupied territories. Tymon, with his undulating manner of speech, explained, “Southampton have got an apartheid team coming, so we are trying to mobilise for that to let them know what the score really is. We have got nothing against Southampton. They've been instructed by UEFA, under the pain of punishment, you know, if they don't play — they have to play them, you know?”

Mark Twain famously stated, “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.” The story of the microcosm of the Israeli-Palestinian footballing conflict will rage on much like the wider national and international issues, and as it edges closer to resolution, the inner complexities reveal ever present tensions on both sides. A ZFUK spokesperson wishing to remain unnamed, added, “The problem with the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is like picking on a thread, and suddenly everything starts unravelling and you are down the rabbit hole.”