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><channel><title>Bruce Douglas &#8211; The LIP Magazine</title> <atom:link href="http://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/author/bruce-douglas/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk</link> <description>Diversity and Multiculturalism</description> <lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 19:15:35 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en-US</language> <sy:updatePeriod> hourly </sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency> 1 </sy:updateFrequency> <generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=5.8</generator> <site
xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">189911558</site> <item><title>TELEVISING THE REVOLUTION</title><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2006/09/01/televising-the-revolution/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 19:15:35 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Film and TV]]></category> <category><![CDATA[LIP#6 Media]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.thelip.org/?p=146</guid><description><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas tunes in to Venezuela's Bolivarian Revolution...<p
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class="more-link" href="https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2006/09/01/televising-the-revolution/">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Bruce Douglas</strong> tunes in to Venezuela&#8217;s Bolivarian Revolution&#8230;</p><p>One of the stranger side effects of Venezuela’s ‘Bolivarian Revolution’ has been the explosion in breast implants.  They cost around one thousand dollars a pair, and business is booming.  With the bulk of the government’s funding dedicated to first aid centres, run in the vast majority of cases by Cuban doctors in the country’s poorest slums, investment in hospital care has plummeted, resulting in a surge in demand for private healthcare.  These clinics plough their windfall profits back into their plastic surgery business, keen to pander to the crudely seductive narcissism of the only country in the world that has produced a Miss World and a Miss Universe simultaneously.  Twice.</p><p><em>You can read the full version of this article in The LIP Magazine Media Issue. <a
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xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">146</post-id> </item> <item><title>Life After Pinochet</title><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/10/03/life-after-pinochet/</link> <comments>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/10/03/life-after-pinochet/#respond</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2004 16:11:14 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Features]]></category> <category><![CDATA[LIP#4 Religion]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.thelip.sowood.co.uk/?p=53</guid><description><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas reviews Chile’s efforts to investigate the dark past of a self-proclaimed ‘patriotic angel’<p
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class="more-link" href="https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/10/03/life-after-pinochet/">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>istory will remember Augusto Pinochet not only as someone who lied under oath, but as a coward, who was never prepared to face justice.’ Speaking in Athens on 7th September Isabel Allende – senator and daughter of Salvador Allende, the world’s only democratically-elected Marxist president, who died thirty-one years ago in the coup that brought Augusto to power – declared that the ex-dictator, ‘has preferred to feign madness, dementia and senility rather than face justice’. Events, however, appear to be conspiring to deny the 88-year old former general the opportunity to play the fool.</p><p>On 26 August Chile’s supreme court voted by nine votes to eight to strip Augusto of his immunity from prosecution, a privileged enjoyed by the country’s former heads of state. Such an outcome had seemed extremely unlikely, following the court’s 2001 ruling that the former dictator was suffering from ‘irreversible dementia.’ It was this ruling which stopped him being tried by Judge Juan Guzmán in connection with his role in the ‘caravan of death’, a group of soldiers under Augusto’s command which travelled Chile in 1973 killing at least 72 leftwing activists.</p><p>Perhaps confident that he was now untouchable, the ex-president gave an interview to a Miami-based TV station in November 2003. Although his comments that he was no repressor but rather ‘a patriotic angel’ caused instant outrage, it was his apparent lucidity that aroused more significant interest. Judge Guzmán promptly asked for a copy of the interview, confident that the former dictator was showing few signs of ‘irreversible dementia.’</p><p>The case against Augusto was given a boost by a US senate report into his secret multimillion dollar bank accounts held at the US-based Riggs Bank, prompting none other than President George W Bush to promise a full investigation into the allegations of money-laundering the findings indicated. The key to whether Augusto faces trial will be the paper trail from Riggs bank. If it can show that he had the wit to manage his finances while under house arrest in London in 2002, the court may assume his mental faculties are sufficient to stand trial; not only for personal enrichment at the cost of the state, but also for crimes against humanity.</p><p>Human rights lawyers are starting to find witnesses willing to testify against the retired General, and are becoming more successful at connecting their stories to hard evidence. In mid August two former military officers testified against Augusto, claiming that in 1979 army intelligence units received a coded message from him ordering them to ‘withdraw the televisions’. They explained that in the military code of the time, ‘televisions’ referred to the bodies of hundreds of leftwing activists killed after the 1973 coup. Their testimony led to the unearthing of the incinerated remains of 17 bodies.</p><p>That former military personnel are beginning to come forward is indicative of the fact that the centre of Chile’s political spectrum has begun to shift to the left. Although the nominally leftwing Concertación coalition has been in power since the return to democracy in 1990, little serious progress had been made in addressing both the political and social legacy of the Pinochet era. Now both the man and the ideologue are under attack. On 11 August the Chilean congress approved a bill which proposed the declassification of over 170 secret laws promulgated during the Pinochet dictatorship. Later in the month a cross-party commission began work on the investigation of the privatisation of state-owned businesses from 1973-1990. Carlos Montes, a deputy from the Partido Socialista (PS), President Ricardo Lagos’s own party, emphasised that the freedom to investigate these processes was much greater now than in 1990, when the idea was first mooted. ‘We had to work in a very restricted context […] there was a very strong defence of those who empowered themselves through the public purse. Today there is a different context, a process of economic reactivation, a favourable international scene, the country is stable and the conditions are right.’ Although Chile remains a deeply conservative country, both economically and socially (divorce was only legalised last year), it is beginning to reconcile itself with its troubled past.</p><p>The author works for Latin American Newsletters.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/10/03/life-after-pinochet/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <post-id
xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">53</post-id> </item> <item><title>The Gift of Citizenship</title><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/03/02/the-gift-of-citizenship/</link> <comments>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/03/02/the-gift-of-citizenship/#respond</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2004 17:59:13 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[LIP#3 Immigration]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Politics]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.thelip.sowood.co.uk/?p=34</guid><description><![CDATA[Recently I went to a friend’s citizenship ‘ceremony’; it was depressingly bureaucratic affair, conducted in the sterile environment of a solicitor’s office.<p
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class="more-link" href="https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/03/02/the-gift-of-citizenship/">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As he approached the microphone at the inauguration of John F. Kennedy on January 20 1961, the poet Robert Frost, then 86 years old, was unable to read the poem he had prepared for the occasion because of the glare of the sun off the snow. Thinking quickly, he chose to recite a poem he had written twenty years earlier called ‘The Gift Outright’, which, though overshadowed by John’s own speech telling his countrymen to ask what they could do for their country, has since moved on into the vast myth-making plains of American identity. It begins, ‘The land was ours before we were the land’s…’ and celebrates American independence as a surrendering to the land, rather than an overthrowing of oppressors; a choosing of a destiny already dictated by geography and necessity. A land of immigrants can forge its own identity, because it is a matter of participation rather than natural right; not of what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.</p><p>According to the Home Office website, there are two ways of becoming a British citizen. One is registration (basically for British overseas territories citizens and, in certain circumstances, the ‘stateless’), the other naturalisation. Naturalisation requires living here for five years, being over 18, sufficient knowledge of English, being of good character and not being of unsound mind. David Blunkett’s citizenship test has yet to materialise, other than in Liverpool and only in prototype form, attracting what The Sunday Express described as ‘outrage’ by its organisers’ refusal to allow new citizens to graduate to The Beatles; apparently only Elgar or Vaughan Williams will do. Outraged Liverpool MP Peter Kilfoyle said, ‘They are imposing high culture on others’.</p><p>Recently I went to a friend’s citizenship ‘ceremony’; it was depressingly bureaucratic affair, conducted in the sterile environment of a solicitor’s office. The lawyer was a nervous, pale sort who sheepishly asked my friend, Catarina, if she wanted to swear on the Bible (you can take the oath with or without) and could not mention the Queen without giggling. The oath itself is couched in somewhat uninspiring legalese: ‘I (insert your name here) swear by Almighty God that on becoming a British citizen I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, her heirs and successors, according to law.’ He then told her that would be five pounds, please. No fur or ermine, no questions on the efficacy of the longbow at Agincourt or the origin of Walford’s unfortunate Slater sisters and no Elgar, no Vaughan Williams. Catarina, a Brazilian, has lived here for six years, was married to an Englishman for two of them, and intends to return to Brazil in another couple of years.</p><p>I am not suggesting that a decent soundtrack to the taking of an oath would make her stay, but a recognition that a nationality is a significant part of a personal identity is no bad idea. In the process of learning what you are, learning where you are is not entirely irrelevant. Citizenship is more than a matter of bureaucracy, just as an individual is more than an economic unit, as both Marxists and Coalition forces in Iraq would do well to realise. However, the primary test of citizenship should be language. All our history and culture is encoded in language, and it binds individuals of whatever background to the area they live in far more surely than some fragments of knowledge. And the borders of language are more porous even than those of the nation state. English is a language with a comparatively massive vocabulary and a flexible grammar, open to change and innovation. New users can and do shape it according to their whim, for it allows both a unique personal identity and a collective consciousness.</p><p>In conclusion: David Blunkett, ditch the citizenship test, bring on the TEFL teachers, and sex up the ceremony.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2004/03/02/the-gift-of-citizenship/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <post-id
xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">34</post-id> </item> <item><title>Italian Melting Pot</title><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2003/06/01/italian-melting-pot/</link> <comments>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2003/06/01/italian-melting-pot/#respond</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2003 18:49:56 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[LIP#2 Propaganda]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.thelip.sowood.co.uk/?p=96</guid><description><![CDATA[All Italy’s immigrants are economic since there is, at present, no asylum law…<p
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class="more-link" href="https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2003/06/01/italian-melting-pot/">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few minutes into the second open meeting of Associazione di Immigranti, an association for the promotion of immigrant rights in the Veneto region of Italy, a minor scuffle in the front row tips over a white board set up to register votes for the group’s president and knocks down a photo of the pope, triggering barely suppressed sniggers among the Italian socialists running the meeting.  Crammed into a tiny side chapel of the San Francisco Church in Rovigo, more commonly used for First Communion lessons, the numerous representatives of the Moroccan, Senegalese, Albanian and Nigerian communities, unable to see or hear anyone who should be guiding the proceedings, start to lose patience.  Gradually the crowd drift off, and those remaining quickly realise that any election that takes place now would have very little legitimacy.</p><p>Since the passing of the Bossi Fini Law, a joint legislation drawn up by the Veneto Separatist party and the Allianza National (the heirs of Mussolini), in July 2002, the role of the immigrant in Italian society has been reduced to the purely economic.  Civil status depends entirely on employment, and consequently on employers who are willing to validate their immigrant workforce and assist them in obtaining a ‘permiso di sogiorno’ or residency permit.  Those who do are obliged to pay a fine for having hired illegal labour. This results in a situation whereby the employer has total control over any ‘extra-communitaria’ (literally, ‘outside of the community’) employee; the promise of a permit keeps the employees working for a minimal wage, until they are relieved of their services with the threat of deportation if they turn to the authorities or given the permission of their employers to apply for residency, provided they pay the fine themselves.  And of the 700,000 or so applications presented since the law came into effect, less than 1,000 have so far been processed.</p><p>Italy’s economy is dependent on cheap, flexible labour, but its political structure resists realising the social contract necessary for any long-term, responsible policy.  All Italy’s immigrants are economic since there is, at present, no asylum law.  Immigrants fleeing persecution without having done their homework will discover that there is in fact no process of application, and that they will be deported without question following a couple of months spent in a detention centre.</p><p>Mario Cruz, a former taxi driver in Ecuador, with brothers and sisters spread over Western Europe and North America, arrived in Rovigo in March 2002, following his wife who found work as a domestic help a year before.  After four months spent working ten to twelve hour days as a manual labourer on a farm, for which he was paid a total of 400 Euros, he was forcibly ejected from the premises, prevented from retrieving his belongings and threatened with the police.  Since then he has been sleeping in the railway station or at friends’ houses, helping out the odd hour a week in a mini-supermarket, frequented almost exclusively by the immigrant community, and being paid between 5 and 10 Euros. ‘It’s not a real job. It’s like when I used to give my children a couple of dollars to clean out my taxi; it’s pocket money.’</p><p>Associazione di Immigranti was founded in 2001 with the aim of promoting immigrant rights, principally by helping to assist residency applications and address the problem of housing.  Money set aside by the municipality for accommodation three years ago has yet to result in any material benefits, and estate agents are reluctant to let property to immigrants.  Flats registered in immigrants’ names are regularly searched by the police, who check the number of people sleeping there.</p><p>The Associazione, having drafted, amended and finally passed a statute, is now in the process of organizing elections for a central committee, composed of representatives of all the significant immigrant communities in the area.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2003/06/01/italian-melting-pot/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <post-id
xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">96</post-id> </item> <item><title>Teaching TEFL</title><link>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2002/10/06/teaching-tefl/</link> <comments>https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2002/10/06/teaching-tefl/#respond</comments> <dc:creator><![CDATA[Bruce Douglas]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2002 15:30:27 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[LIP Preview]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.thelip.sowood.co.uk/?p=91</guid><description><![CDATA[Four weeks after graduating with an arts degree, in the early hours of a Sunday morning, I found myself righting the logos on pencils in the conference room of a hotel where I’d been employed as a night porter. Still heavily in debt and clueless as to my future career plans, I decided to escape the labotomizing effects of sleep deprivation and pencil straightening by signing up for a TEFL course.<p
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class="more-link" href="https://thelip.robertsharp.co.uk/2002/10/06/teaching-tefl/">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>by <span
class="byline">Bruce Douglas</p><p>Four weeks after graduating with an arts degree, in the early hours of a Sunday morning, I found myself righting the logos on pencils in the conference room of a hotel where I’d been employed as a night porter. Still heavily in debt and clueless as to my future career plans, I decided to escape the labotomizing effects of sleep deprivation and pencil straightening by signing up for a TEFL course.</p><p>I’m three weeks into the course. Once again it’s the early hours of a Sunday morning and I’m feeling far from razor sharp, but there’s only one week to go. I signed up for the intensive four-week course which, by the end should hopefully yield me a CELTA certificate. (Apparently only that and the TESOL certificate are worth anything; any course that runs for less that four weeks should be avoided.)</p><p>The course is not easy. Our ragged band, an eighteen strong unit, has suffered no outward losses but spirits have been crushed and morale diminished in a pyrrhic struggle against misplaced vowel sounds and flagrant abuses of the third conditional. Our taskmasters are hard. Years of dealing with the so-called native speakers, who can barely spot a homonym from a homophone, have hardened their hearts.</p><p>Each morning is spent in training. Language analysis, receptive skills practice, word stress and the schwa are just some of the weapons now at our disposal. In the afternoon we are out in the field, teaching a group of invariably no more than three foreign students, usually press ganged in by our taskmasters, highly sceptical of the worth of something they’re getting for nothing. And through all this we are guided by the Triangle of Truth; a curious blend of Confucianism (“awareness of self and students”) and NewSpeak (“monitoring and dealing with errors”). The beauty of this triangle is that we work downwards, taking the apex as a starting point, and as the triangle spreads into four, ever-widening sections, so the demands increase week by week.<br
/> In truth, it is not difficult in content but in quantity. As with most things you could spend hours preparing or blag it in a few minutes and no-one would notice the difference. Alternatively that could go horribly wrong, as when I encouraged an elementary class to read out the comic story “No Alligators in Bed!” in order to save time, only to reach one student who took about five minutes on each syllable, experimenting with a variety of intonations, none of which, to the best of my knowledge, is or ever has been employed in any part of the English speaking world. Tip: Don’t get your students to read out loud.</p><p>It can be quite boring, too. A large part of the course seems to involve learning acronyms and buzzwords (ESA, TTT, PPP, “activate”, “engage”). Since this is mainly a way of wankifying the straightforward, it can be frustrating when you get penalised for not playing the game. I have tried to justify it to myself as an important life skill but find it all but impossible to motivate myself to do my homework.</p><p>For me the teaching is the highlight. The most anodyne of material can become the most explosive of catalysts in the hands of students who, whilst using the language of the “global village”, evidently live in a very different world. Lessons are watched by a taskmaster, who grades you on a five part scale ranging from well below standard to well above standard. Deviations from a standard grade are few and far between. Nobody seems to fail.</p><p>Next then, the job. I am hoping that the world is soon to become my pet oyster. Money can be made in various places such as Japan, Australia and New Zealand, but it’s hardly a profession that is going to pay for your pension; financial survival seems, for the most part, to be enough of a goal. At present I am waiting for news of my application to the Maldives, Azerbaijan and Indonesia. God-willing, in a few weeks time, my insomniac, pencil-straightening nights will be but a distant dream.<br
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