The University and Colleges Union is on strike this week and next to lean on four major disputes that are currently wrecking higher education, and have personally made my life hell for the last year - low pay and pay disparity, untenable working conditions and workload, pensions and their ongoing bastardry, and the ongoing stupidity of casualisation. Higher education should be accessible to all - and that means more than just admissions. It means creating a working environment that is actually possible to function in as a student and as a staff member. This means real pay, a real end to racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia and ableism, real access to permanent contracts, a real end to exploitation, and a real future.
Real personal talk - I was made redundant from my job in higher education last week after a four month consultation period which was so poorly handled that it’s driven me to a mental breakdown. I am better this week than last, but the last four months have been very nearly unmanageable. The rationale behind my redundancy was that research “self-administrates” and that any tasks that come up can just be offloaded to PhD students for free. This is exploitation. This is devaluing the skilled professional service that I have delivered for the last six years, the research I have enabled and supported, the relationships I have nurtured, everything. It is a betrayal. I am striking while I am only just employed enough to do so because it is only in collective action that hope means anything. It has been deeply healing and empowering to be on the picket with others who have the same pain as I do, and it was an honour and a privilege to be able to do some on-street illustrations of my fellow strikers.
I guess on the major plus side of being funemployed, it will give me more time and emotional space to devote to my one true love, my art!
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