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VICE Premiere: VICE Exclusive: Listen to Tom Diabo's Haunting Acoustic Demos

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German musician Tom Diabo died in 1986 at the age of 30, after battling brain cancer for seven years. Over the course of his illness, he spent time in his bedroom recording demos to a two-track tape recorder. After his death, an album of Diabo's deep-voiced and often-unsettling demos was released. The songs were initially only released as seven-inches for Diabo's family, but they were eventually distributed to a wider yet still limited audience.

Now, Body Double is re-releasing the album on June 23, along with a bonus seven-inch of previously unreleased songs. The album tracks the ebb and flow of a healthy, creative mind struggling with its deteriorating body, the songs vacillating between playful meandering and stark, emotional depth. Today we're premiering one of the album's previously unheard songs, "Little Pilgrim." Give it a listen above.

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Awol Erizku Made a Mixtape About His First Show at MoMA

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A man getting eaten.

On Sunday, May 17, Awol Erizku will take over New York's Museum of Modern art. A graduate of the Yale School of Art, VICE readers will know Awol as one of the best and most frequent contributors to our magazine, shooting everything from young, intricately hairstyled brothers to classically inspired investigations of contemporary black masculinity. His screening at MoMA is part of its PopRally series, a program aimed at engaging younger artists and audiences with the museum that has recently featured the likes of SSION and Hood by Air.

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In lieu of some lame press release, Awol has created a mixtape entitled Serenity to publicize his MoMA debut. He calls these "conceptual mixtapes" because they are engaged with his practice as an artist and because his work is influenced by music—but they also function as a sonic way to communicate new vibes to a huge audience. VICE proudly debuted his last mixtape (which was produced in collaboration with Kitty Ca$h) in advance of his last solo show at New York's Hasted Krautler Gallery. This new one is a collaboration with MeLo-X, and we're thrilled to release it.

Awol's event at MoMA on May 17 will be an evening of photographs, as well as the debut of his new short film, Serendipity.The event will include a DJ set by Kitty Ca$s, an open bar, and access to the museum's collection after hours. When we asked Awol what people should expect from the event, he said, "Expect to open your mind a little more."

See Awol's previous contributions to VICE here.

VICE Vs Video Games: Speaking to the Duo Behind the Mayweather-Pacquiao ‘Punch-Out!!!’ Viral Video

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Mayweather against Pacquiao happened. After fans began dreaming up a bout in 2009, after negotiations fell apart in early 2010, and after they dissolved again come 2012, two of the sport's most successful fighters finally stepped into the ring at the MGM Grand Garden Arena for the biggest boxing match of our young century. And then, after the incandescent hype, the hand-wringing over Mayweather's domestic abuse record and Pacquiao's homophobia, after 36 minutes, the widespread belief set in that we, the public, had been had.

Moments after the fight ended, a YouTube video called "FLOYD MAYWEATHER PUNCH-OUT!!!" began to gain traction. Based on Mike Tyson's Punch-Out!!, a 1987 Nintendo classic where after entering a code the player could fight Tyson, the video depicts Pacquiao in the role of the game's protagonist, Little Mac, having to accept a number of demands before making it to the ring. These demands—the most pertinent being daily blood testing, less money than Mayweather, and no rematch—were responsible for 2012's negotiations spluttering to a halt. Appropriately, upon selecting "NO," the game over screen appears.

The original title's Tyson was a real challenge, with any connecting punches in the first 90 seconds instantly knocking Mac down. Here, Mayweather never deflects or charges, instead moving in for constant holds and allowing "Little Pac" to exude all his energy. In the 12th round, Mayweather moves in on the exhausted Pacquiao and doesn't so much punch him as pop his glove atop him. Game over.

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FLOYD MAYWEATHER PUNCH-OUT!!! All screens via YouTube.

Uploaded 20 minutes before the boxers' walkouts, the video was a prediction of how the match would turn out, and is scarily accurate—at one point "Little Pac" says, "This must be really boring to casual fans." Sure enough, those expecting the Fight of the Century actually got a tedious lesson in the Mayweather defense, followed by the judges' verdicts.

"I don't think anyone was surprised that Mayweather fought the way that he did," Naya Rodriguez tells me from her home in San Francisco. A former owner of a real estate business, she is one half of Noober Goobers, the YouTube channel responsible for the Punch-Out!! parody. Having sold her business, she now dedicates her time to writing, podcasting, and pushing the channel alongside a friend, Goober Guy.

As combat sports aficionados—Rodriguez and Guy also run the weekly combat sport podcast Bushido Talk—the duo were well aware of the fallacy behind the dream match promised to the world. Nevertheless, the success of the video took them by surprise.

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"I was thinking that if the match was nothing like how we expected, the video would have been worthless in a day," shares Guy, who also is behind the online animation Tommy Toe Hold. He prefers to stay anonymous, only sharing that he lives in the Midwest. Part of this comes from the shock of the Punch-Out!! video attracting such great attention. While driving, Guy heard the video he made get name checked on morning radio, a moment he describes as "kinda surreal."

"I never anticipated it was going to be what it is," he says, a sense of surprise still evident. Rodriguez describes it as a "fluke." The video has been viewed over four million times and Noober Goober has only been posting content since April 29.

The idea of a Punch-Out!! parody could barely be considered one in a million, with IGN and ESPN delivering their own takes on the game in the run up to Mayweather-Pacquiao. Noober Goobers' success comes from not only its savvy timing, but also its makers' skill at using video game history to break down a topical issue to the everyday viewer. The nostalgic use of an iconic NES game draws parallels between Tyson and Mayweather—the biggest boxers of their respective eras, defined as much by their period of in-ring indestructibility as their abrasive public personas. It also brings to the viewer's attention how different boxing looks in an era of MMA, in which the biggest stars are defined more by technical prowess than their ability to brawl it out.

Despite being in their infancy, Noober Goobers appear to want their love of video games to say more than the average in-jokey Machinima clip. The Mayweather-Pacquiao skewering works because it uses gaming nostalgia as an opportunity for commentary, acknowledging the world outside consoles and controllers.

Related: Watch VICE's Documentary, 'Bare Knuckle':

"I can remember my cousins owning the game and they would immediately use the code to get to Mike Tyson," Guy says of the original Punch-Out!!. "They would never fight anybody else—they just wanted to beat Tyson and would get destroyed." Times have changed, it seems. "Even if you're not boxing fans, like the many casual fans that watched the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight, the satire works because of the parallels between the two boxers."

Rodriguez echoes her partner's views. "We don't want to just make videos about video games, we want to make topical videos, too. You can do that with video games, and I don't think I've seen a lot of channels do that. That's something unique about us. It's OK to steer away from just gaming."

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While the success of the Mayweather-Pacquiao video is something the duo acknowledges would be nigh-impossible to replicate, Rodriguez and Guy plan to continue presenting their channel as another way to consider gaming. Their first video, an essay concerning Super Mario Bros.'s structural and emotional simplicity, showcases these aims.

"Gaming is still a relatively young medium," Guy professes. "Television and movies have been around for a long time, and you get these love letters to each medium. Gaming doesn't get a lot of that. If we can keep capturing experiences people have with games they love, they will latch onto those and have an emotional connection. It's been so important that people know how much you love a game."

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In the Margins: The Pains I've Endured Inside Police Vans and Prison Buses

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It has been proposed by Baltimore City Attorney Marilyn Mosby that Freddie Gray "suffered a severe and critical neck injury as a result of being handcuffed, shackled by his feet, and unrestrained inside of the BPD [Baltimore Police Department] wagon." I've had my share of trips in police custody, although they weren't exactly "rough rides," as they're called in Baltimore, since my confinement wasn't in the immediate aftermath of the chaos and terror of arrest but in the institutionalized molasses that state prisoners travel through between facilities. I've been transported by the New York State Department of Corrections (DOC) between 12 of them, and have been in about as many paddy wagons, though the trips were generally much shorter and far less violent than Gray's.

After all, I never rode a paddy wagon while black. On the roughest rides I took, I wasn't of any race at all—we were just cargo, little more than our ID numbers. We even had to prove we knew them by heart to the sergeant checking identities on our way through the gates.

I was thrown into a van once as well, with my hands mercifully cuffed in front of my torso and not behind—which is reportedly reserved for "troublemakers" like perps who make a run for it. I could not stand up. At the time I was mostly muscle, agile and young, and yet I did not return to bipedalism until I swallowed my pride and accepted a hand to get up—the same hand that introduced me to the floor.

Nothing personal.

Over the ten years and three months I was a prisoner, convicted of five armed robberies committed in the throes of heroin addiction, riding buses or vans from one joint to another was a generally brutal process. The shackles were hard on everyone, but it was just another feature of the system. We were only numbers, anyway.

You get what you pay for when the ticket is free.

The bruises inflicted by the van I had a ride in were evenly dispersed, not grouped on any single patch of flesh. Afterward, I usually looked as if the four winds had beaten me. The cop who lifted me thought nothing of it, because he saw it happen every day. But my torso took a week to heal. Did I mention that a van ride might have felt like an hour, but was actually no more than 60 seconds? Do you think you'd be able to remain upright, even while shackled in a moving vehicle? Did skateboarding, surfing or the subway leave you with the balance of a god? Well, just try it on your own floor: Lie down and get up without using your hands. You won't succeed easily unless you hit on the experienced prisoners' method, and by then you'll have broken quite the sweat.

Paddy wagons' insides are like the insides of refrigerators—featureless containers designed for the impersonal storage of meat.

I'm no ballerina and had to be shown the trick by old cons: Use your forehead as the missing point of leverage and push yourself into a crouch.

If the paddy wagon Freddy Gray suffered in was anything like the several I've graced with my own presence, the inside is simple steel. That makes it easier to hose off the blood, vomit, spit and other fluids coaxed from the bodies of perps by violence. There can't be any crevices or cushions where something might get concealed, either. Unless you manage to swallow the contraband chemical, weapon, or other swag that made it past the initial frisking, it's just more evidence against you when you reach your destination, where you will be welcomed by a strip frisk.

Paddy wagons' insides are like the insides of refrigerators—featureless containers designed for the impersonal storage of meat. The only concession law enforcement vehicles generally offer their passengers is rounded edges and corners where steel planes meet. (The Baltimore Police Department had recently instituted new rules on securing prisoners with seat belts inside paddy wagons, rules the officers who detained Gray did not follow.) Safety is important, as accidents can cost a lot in lawsuits. The state is theoretically responsible for the welfare of a person as soon as they're restrained, but there are other reasons to round corners. Paddy wagons, often the first step of a journey that might last forever, are not happy places. Suicide attempts are stymied by a lack of right angles.

Justice must be served.

I estimate that I've clocked over a hundred hours in cuffs, a.k.a. "bracelets." No one rushes when inmates are in transit. Prisoners are in no hurry to get to another cell, and since the almost entirely hypothetical dangers of transportation grant guards "hazard pay"—which I've overheard amounts to one and a half times the regular rate—they take their sweet time as well. The next time you see a couple of prison guards having a leisurely lunch inside a highway rest stop on a cold winter's day, remember that there's probably a bus full of shackled, shivering prisoners counting the seconds until they finish and the heat comes back on. In the summer, they swelter until the air conditioning returns.

You might have guessed that the windows don't open.

After all, if urinating with a man shackled to you is embarrassing but possible, defecating is downright traumatic.

The trip north from the reception prison called Downstate, an hour up the Hudson River from New York City to the cluster of maxes, mediums, and special housing units (a.k.a. boxes) in Malone County, is not unlike the drive to the Canadian border. It takes about 14 hours, and I've made it six times. The distance is in the hundreds of miles, and the Department of Corrections is not risking a speeding ticket by any means.

Those trips are some of the worst days of a convict's incarceration. For one thing, the vehicles—often old buses—do not inspire tremendous confidence. What appeared to be a second life for passenger buses was deemed questionable in the prison yard, but I wondered about the safety aspect of such a deal. Wasn't it dangerous to use old buses? Would they risk it to save money? Some of my suspicions were confirmed most vividly on one occasion, when a DOC driver who had changed careers a while back expressed delight to be back at the wheel of his old favorite. He made everyone admire the obscene doodle he'd carved into the plastic when he drove for a passenger line 20 years earlier. The lascivious (but well-endowed) stick figures did not bother me as much as the bus's suspension.

Our keepers didn't mind as much, since they had their padded wallets to sit on.

Luckily, the bus windows were generally already tinted, preventing highway passersby from seeing inside. The soft thrones that presumably filled the vehicle in its former life had usually been torn out, with many more plastic seats crammed in. There was a reinforced barrier between the passengers and the driver, and a cage in the rear for the gunman. No firearms are permitted inside any prison, lest a felon get hold of one and take hostages, so the weapons are issued from an armory outside the front gate. This pillbox in the back of the bus puts all of the cargo in range, but the only door to it opens from outside. The toilet, on the other hand, has no door at all.

But most of us just wanted our cuffs loosened. Of course, we didn't know the medical term Cheiralgia parenthetica, a neuropathy of the hand which, acccording the Journal of Hand Surgery, is caused by trauma to the radial nerve. Symptoms include numbness, tingling, burning, or pain; it can result from excessively tight handcuffs, as the medical literature has established, but said tightness is up to the officer's discretion. (Incarcerated women won the right to give birth uncuffed only a few years ago in New York State, though that call still seems to often be left to the discretion of officers.)

Upstate, those who needed to carried a scalpel in one nostril, ready to snort down to a chained hand.

Even on the same DOC bus, the conditions of our wrists varied wildly. I typically had painfully chafed wrists after one of those epic bus rides, injuries that lasted a day. And my cuffs were rarely that tight—nothing was said, but I knew this was a reward for my white skin. I've seen what happens to hands after a day in cuffs that were deliberately tightened. They swelled into perverse balloons, no longer black but blue.

As abrasive as the steel cuffs were, the black box was worse. It's a steel attachment covering the chain between the two cuffs. Then it's fiendishly padlocked to a body chain circling the torso. This ghoulish getup left one only a six-inch range of hand movement. For some reason it was endlessly repeated that a prisoner had invented this evil, immobilizing box. Every trip I took included a discussion of this treachery, though no one knew where or when this Judas-convict built the thing. The internet has confirmed that the rumor is known to prisoners nationwide, but not the identity of the traitor. (In fact, a magician named Steve "the Dark Master of Escape" Santini claims to have invented it.) Meanwhile, one prominent handcuff manufacturer recently celebrated the centenary of their product, capitalizing with plenty of sales promotions.

Who says crime doesn't pay?

The leg shackling left one limb free. This was no nicety—my left was chained to some random prisoner's right, or vice versa. The chain between us was short and getting up stairs required a synchronous dance that was hard on the less-than-graceful. Also, someone had to lead, and the implied hierarchy was a challenge. Our early mornings began with a shuffling and counting that everyone did to avoid partnering with a madman or a stinky. It was the sort of exercise in behavior modeling, game theory, and logic that men who quit school at ten because "it was stupid" managed to handle instinctively. The crazies all ended up shackled to the stinkies, and somehow racial segregation was also preserved. But that did not ensure tranquility.

As much as I suffered, there were times when I was grateful for the limitations shackling imposed. Enemies often met on the buses, since they stopped at every special housing unit to pick up those who just finished solitary confinement terms. And those not coming from a box were armed. On Riker's Island, the trick was a razor in an apple. Upstate, those who needed to carried a scalpel in one nostril, ready to snort down to a chained hand. This ended poorly for an acquaintance who sucked a surgical blade into his lung. He reasoned that it had tape around it, and reporting this at the clinic would mean a year in the box for possession of a weapon.

The last time I saw him he was alive and joining a prison baseball team.

Lunch was always bologna, which was green in a certain light.

Other ways of settling feuds were kick fights, which were hardest on the hostage shackled to a kicker. And plenty of spit flew threw the air of those buses. Lunch was always bologna, which was green in a certain light. To eat it, your mouth had to reach your hands; hunchbacks were naturals. But the most experienced travelers of the DOC line didn't eat at all.

After all, if urinating with a man shackled to you is embarrassing but possible, defecating is downright traumatic. Your partner's presence is bad enough, but when the time comes to wipe, the extent of your disaster reveals itself. The torso chain attached to the black box doesn't give you anywhere near the range of motion necessary to reach your goal. I saw a heavy guy unable to hold it anymore go take his dump across from the gunman. His partner shut his eyes and went to a happy place. When the fat man was relieved, he asked the cop to undo a hand so he could wipe. Request denied. That was strictly forbidden, even though toilet paper was available. The poor man asked the cop what he was supposed to do.

"Your partner there will have to help you out."

But that was where the partner drew the line. The rest of the ride was rough for all of us.

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'Out of Step' and My Year in Minor Threat: An Interview with Steve Hansgen

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'Out of Step' and My Year in Minor Threat: An Interview with Steve Hansgen

Pictures of an Evacuation from Nepal

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All photos by Darcy Mahady

Darcy Mahady had been volunteering in Kathmandu when the 7.8-magnitude earthquake struck. After spending days at a music festival that had been converted into a makeshift refugee center, he was extracted by Australian consulate staff. The next few days were a surreal journey through opulent embassies before a military C-17 Globemaster aircraft finally flew him home.

VICE spoke to Darcy about what it's like to be evacuated from a natural disaster while most of the country is dealing with the destruction.

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The festival turned camp.

VICE: You were driving to a festival when the earthquake struck. Can you describe that moment?
Darcy Mahady: There were about 20 motorcycle riders around us, and they were all thrown off. There was this huge pull on either side of you—just left and right, left and right. We got out of the car and ran into the middle of the road. Out on the street it was just chaos. People were everywhere.

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The destruction in a nearby town

What happened next?
We knew that it wasn't a good place to be. We decided to get back into the taxi and head up to the mountain. We knew there'd be food and water at the festival, it was supposed to go for days. As we drove, we came through the more rural farming areas of Kathmandu, which is when it became distressing.

These people live in mud-brick houses and they just crumbled. People were sitting on the roads, away from the cracking buildings. We saw someone being dragged from the ruins, barely alive.

But you made it to the festival grounds?
Yeah. When we arrived on the mountainside, we saw that basically everyone was thinking the same thing as us. There were about 700 of us there together. We set up ten different campfires, and that's when we began to hear rumors about the damage—you know, 1,000, 20,000, 50,000 dead. The festival just became this huge community of circulating rumors.

We lived out the days there, waiting to hear from the authorities. We just slept in tents, and it was freezing.

But eventually, this guy called Damien drove up in a Land Cruiser and told us he was from the Australian Embassy. Our parents had been calling DFAT and telling them that there might be some of us up there.

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What was it like back at the embassy?
It was an oasis in the chaos. But I felt awful being there. I mean, you'd walk around and there'd be slabs of bottled water. Then you'd go outside and hear of water shortages. There were hundreds of boxes of dehydrated meals—you mix one with water and feed like ten people. We had a tennis court, a pool, even Wi-Fi. It was a sobering experience.

Then there were the news crews everywhere. Channel 7, Channel 10, the ABC—they were all interviewing everyone. We had massive media attention; I mean they'd come into our tents all the time. But there was nothing to see in the tents. It was remarkable how much attention we had.

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How did you get back home to Australia?
Well eventually we heard that a C17—a military charter plane—was coming. We were told that if we didn't have a commercial flight out of Nepal, that we should try and get a ride on it.

What was that like?
A bit like a school excursion. We all got on a bus to the airport; I think there was about 60 Australians, alongside some Canadians, British, and Americans. When we got on the plane this military guy gave us all a Kit Kat and a bottle of water. They ran us through the safety procedure. It was kind of ridiculous.

Then when we took off the G-force was just insane—there's like two turbines on either side of this thing and you sit sideways. We were told to hold onto all our small possessions, because water bottles can turn into missiles. Eventually we leveled out, and then we could walk around. A few of us sat around playing cards. Eventually we landed, and from there I bought a flight back to Australia.

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Now that you're home, do you have any message for others who haven't experienced Nepal's destruction?
Just that it can't be stressed enough how much they need aid. There's limited food supply and the countryside is the worst hit. That's where the people are dying, but we aren't going to hear about that for weeks. The Nepalese are the loveliest people I've ever known but right now they have nothing.

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You can donate to the Nepal relief fund here.

Interviewed by Jack Callil. Follow him on Twitter.

At the End of the Third Period, Conservatives Drop Tax On Feminine Hygiene Products

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A Daily VICE production

Hey, do you have a vagina?

Well, you probably fork over $35 a year to the government because of it.

But, no longer!

That $35 is how much federal income tax is paid on menstruation products—tampons, pads, diva cups, so on—and some women want it gone.

While it might not seem like a lot of money (you're looking at about $1,300 over a lifetime), a coalition of menstruators are calling for change.

"Buying tampons, pads, moon/diva cups, or panty liners is not optional. These products are an essential part of a normal, public life for people with periods," the group says.

As such, they shouldn't be getting taxed.

And, thanks to an NDP motion that was debated in the House of Commons on Friday, they won't be any longer.

The Minister for the Status of Women, Kellie Leitch, tweeted her support for the change on Friday afternoon. That means tampons and other female menstruation products will be now added to a list of 'essential' items that are exempt from federal tax.

Canada already exempts a whole bunch of non-menstruation related stuff that is deemed "essential."

Bread, milk, vegetables, eggs, grain, frozen sandwich meat, livestock, fish, prescription drugs, prosthetic legs, music lessons, condo fees, artificial teeth, car insurance, raw wool, candy, salt, coffee beans, Viagra, cherries, guide dogs, chocolate chips, cooking wines, wine-making kits, hearing aids, beer-making kits, unpopped popcorn kernels, bridge tolls, wedding cakes, and sperm (yes, sperm) are all free of federal taxes.

Tampons are not on that list.

So these women are trying to fix it.

They've teamed up with the NDP to have the federal government strip the five percent federal GST from all feminine hygiene products.

Ottawa would be following the example of British Columbia, Manitoba, Ontario, and Nova Scotia, who have already removed the provincial sales tax.

"This gender-based discrimination costs women more than $36 million every year," NDP Member of Parliament Irene Mathyssen said at a press conference in front of the Famous Five monument, commemorating women who fought for universal suffrage in Canada, on Parliament Hill.

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Over 70,000 people have already signed a petition endorsing the idea of removing the tax.

A debate on the idea is coming up in the House of Commons today—the NDP are dedicating an opposition day to the concept, meaning that there will be a non-binding vote at the end. Mathyssen also introduced a private member's bill on the matter, one that has gotten little traction with the government.

Mathyssen says there's been "deafening silence" from the Conservative government on the issue, which usually isn't a good sign for opposition efforts. (A bill that would have created a national strategy to deal with dementia was shot down by one vote earlier this week.)

The one thing for sure is that, if the Conservatives vote to continue the menstruation tax, the blood will be on their hands.

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Australia's Thriving Art-Porn Industry Is Run by Women

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While it's legal to produce porn in Australia, it's illegal to sell it in shops without a classification. This makes sense in principal, but in practice every state in the country interprets federal law individually. For example, R-rated videos are kosher in Queensland, but R-rated magazines can land a producer in jail for three months. Meanwhile in Tasmania it's illegal to sell any X-rated content at all, and it carries the same two-year sentence as selling child pornography. Ironically it's legal to give Tasmanian minors varying degrees of softcore porn (category 1 or 2 material only), as long as they're your own, or they're married. And all of this explains why Australian porn producers generally don't publish DVDs or magazines. It's too damn risky.

Then there's internet porn, which exists in its own stateless realm and is especially immune from censorship if it has an artistic, educational, or political purpose. Which is why nearly all Australian porn exists online, but also why so much of it also straddles the line between art and erotica. What isn't clear however, is why so much of this arty porn is made by women.

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Across the country, there's a variety of women making feminist, queer, alternative, and generally experimental films. And of these, 30-something year-old Gala Vanting is a central figure. According to her, one of the reasons Australian porn is so arty is that censorship has quelled the formation of a structured industry like in the US. "Here, there's no real machine to insert yourself into as a producer," she explains. "You chart your own path, and do so with things like feminist politics or queer identities—which are bound to produce diverse results."

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Her latest film, Love Hard, just won Hottest Kink Film at the 2015 Feminist Porn Awards in Toronto. It features a couple casually discussing BDSM in their kitchen before cutting to a forested hillside where the guy is tied to a tree. The woman slashes his torso with a needle, then whips and bites him until he's bleeding. By the end they're both arrestingly covered in gore, but still kissing.

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Love Hard has drawn some controversy, but Gala points out that it also recently screened at a Queensland film festival. This, she says, is representative of the situation here: Sexually progressive but legislatively backwards. And it's this clash between the cultural and the legislative that brings the group together.

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"A few years ago we didn't even know each other," says Gala. "Then I organized a weekend gathering and got everyone face-to-face. Since then the cross-pollination and collaboration has really exploded." The group includes Anna Brownfield with Poison Apple Productions (erotic, sensual films for females and couples), Morgana Muses with Permission 4 Pleasure (feminist erotica), Aeryn Walker with her company Naughty Nerdy (Perverse and proud), Michelle Flynn with Lightsouthern (the lusty unicorn of production companies) and Zahra Stardust, who while producing and performing on her own site, is completing a PhD at the University of NSW on the regulation of feminist porn.

A feminist porn collective sounds innocuous but there are serious consequences if the wrong people get annoyed, which is to say, News Corp. In 2007 the Herald Sun published an article about a company that was shooting porn in the Melbourne suburb of Fitzroy. You might recall the name of that company—Abby Winters—which at the time was making around $8 million a year. But a disgruntled former employee had tipped the paper that Abby Winters were breaking laws, including allowing a 17-year-old girl to model. In 2009 they had their headquarters raided and 54 charges were laid against the CEO, Garion Hall. Fifty-two of the charges were later dropped, including the ones around the 17-year-old. However Hall was fined $6,000 for possessing a commercial quantity of objectionable films, which he responded to by moving the company to Amsterdam. Insiders speculate that while moving was a business decision, it was also a general "fuck you" to Australia.

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Zahra Stardust. Photo by Roberto Duran

Others in the scene agree that fuck you is a core value. Former Penthouse Pet and PhD candidate Zahra Stardust says that she considers porn a form of civil disobedience. To her porn challenges "government intervention in our lives, the heteronormative reproductive agenda and what sexual intimacies are considered obscene or offensive." This extends to a film called Fuck Dolls, in which Zahra employed a Barbie as a strap-on dildo, and another called Beautiful Monotony, which is a montage of lap dances interspersed with scenes of studying, eating, and changing tampons.

Politics aside, both Zahra and Gala agree that it's feminist solidarity that has really brought so many local women into porn. "We were all new at one stage," says Zahra of their mixed backgrounds in sex work and film production. "There were no blueprints, so we share equipment, trade skills, and welcome and support each other in a spirit of feminist camaraderie."

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VICE Vs Video Games: Why I Love, and Sometimes Hate, PC Gaming

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To get a game published on a console, it needs to be approved by Sony, Nintendo, or Microsoft, each of whom have their own strict rules about what they allow onto their platforms. Ask any developer—especially indies—about this tedious hoop-jumping and you'll see a deep sadness flood into their eyes. In contrast, you can release whatever the hell you like on PC, and no one can stop you.

The result is PC being home to some of the most creative, interesting, subversive games you can play today. But there's a ton of crap out there, too. You can't browse the Steam storefront these days without yet another half-finished zombie survival game shambling into view. The open nature of PC as a platform is a double-edged sword. For every unique, genre-redefining game that some hobbyist coder conjures up in their bedroom, there's a swamp of opportunistic bullshit to wade through.

PC games can also be much more complex than anything you find on console. It's undoubtedly the best format for strategy and simulation, thanks to the presence of a mouse and keyboard. Some strategy games have worked on console—the awesome Civilization Revolution springs to mind—but try playing a fast-paced RTS like StarCraft II with a sluggish analogue stick-controlled cursor.

Games like the unironically brilliant Euro Truck Simulator 2, and an array of other niche sims, have too many functions for the 15 buttons on a controller. These are games where every function, from adjusting the flaps on a fighter jet to switching on a garbage truck's windshield wipers, need a dedicated button. Most people will have no desire to play games like this, which is fair enough, but that's another strength of PC: there's a game for everyone, no matter how ludicrously specific your tastes are.

Cost is a big sticking point for people when it comes to PC gaming. Putting together a rig that's capable of running modern games at high resolutions will set you back way more than the $400 you'd spend on a PS4. And even once you've dumped potentially over a grand on a new PC, a monitor, Windows, speakers, and a mouse and keyboard, you'll still need to upgrade in a couple of years.

I recently had to upgrade my graphics card, but to do so I also needed to buy a better power supply and a bigger case to fit the damn thing in. PC gaming is a never-ending money sink, and I'm not even going to try and defend that. It is, unarguably, a really fucking expensive hobby.

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Grand Theft Auto V.

Your reward is being at the forefront of gaming technology—and I don't just mean graphics. I'm not one of those tiresome, benchmark-obsessed pricks who gets sweaty thinking about frame rates and resolutions, but man, games look really pretty on PC. When you've seen something like Grand Theft Auto V running at max settings, belting along at a blistering 60fps, you wonder how you ever put up with consoles.

But the insane variety of games on offer, many of which you could happily run on an ancient laptop, mean you can still enjoy PC gaming with a mid-range machine that wouldn't cost much more than a PS4 or Xbox One. You won't be able to play Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor with 4K textures, but you can play any number of brilliant 2D indie games, older 3D games, or even some modern releases with the graphics settings knocked down a bit. GTA V is perfectly playable on medium settings.

If you're new to PC gaming, there's a bottomless back catalogue of amazing games to sift through, and you don't have to worry about backwards compatibility. Any game, no matter how old, can be played on modern computers. And they're cheap too. That's one thing that will offset the cost of the PC itself.

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New games drop in price faster than they do on console. Frequent Steam sales mean you can fill your library up with great games—and not just old ones—for next to nothing. Then there's stuff like Humble Bundle, which let you pay whatever you like for a selection of usually very decent games. I have 487 games in my Steam library, and I've played about 40 percent of them. I genuinely can't remember the last time I was bored.

Having access to powerful PC hardware also allows developers to push other things beyond just fancy visuals. They can do crazy things with physics engines and procedural generation. They can create vast, complex, connected universes like EVE Online (pictured, main). And free from the limitations of a console's rigid, fixed specs, game worlds can be infinitely busier and more detailed. A game like Total War, which simulates historical battles on a dizzying scale, is only possible with a high-end processor.

It's impossible to sing the virtues of PC gaming without talking about mods, too. While console games are closed-off and protected from prying eyes, people can merrily dig through the files and code of PC games and edit them. From simple additions like new weapons or characters, to full-scale expansions, modding means you play games on PC for far longer than you would on console. If you finish Skyrim and all the DLC on Xbox, that's it. But on PC there are thousands of player-made quests and gameplay modifications that dramatically change how it plays.

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Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor.

Some mods are so good they become games in their own right. Black Mesa is a remake of the original Half-Life that's arguably better than Valve's original, and recently went on sale on Steam. DayZ is an acclaimed zombie survival mod for hardcore military sim Arma II that went standalone and sold three million copies.

This is what's possible when developers are free of meddling publishers and platform restrictions. Some of the best games on PC, including hyper-violent video game nasty Hotline Miami, were created by tiny teams using accessible tools like GameMaker. Anyone can make a game and sell it on PC, which makes it fertile ground for weird, imaginative, experimental games that just couldn't exist on a PlayStation. Consoles have, to be fair, begun to embrace the indie scene, and Hotline Miami is one of a few to make the transition. But they all start life on PC.

There's a long-running myth that PC gamers spend more time fiddling with settings and battling error messages than actually playing games. That might have been the case in the 90s, but today's games, for the most part, just work. But sometimes they don't, and that's another edge consoles have. Occasionally a game won't run, or will run badly on your specific setup, and you'll have to trawl forums looking for a solution. And, a lot of the time, all you'll find is a post from 2005 asking a question about the same problem you're having, but with no answer.

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Total War: Attila.

You'll have to root through folders, edit .ini files, tweak your Windows registry, and update drivers. It's a pain in the ass. A recent, baffling example is super gorgeous post-apocalyptic shooter Metro Redux, which was stuttering on my way over-spec PC. Turns out I had to disable "core parking" in Windows, and now it's fine. No, I don't know either.

With the Wii U—for my money, the best of the current crop of consoles—you know that within minutes of switching the thing on, you're going to be having fun. You put a game on and it works without having to fuck around with CPU voltages. It's all so streamlined and lovely and colorful, and basically the polar opposite of PC gaming. It's a mood thing, but sometimes booting my PC up to play a game feels like a chore.

But I always come crawling back. PC is the most exciting platform to play games on. It's always at the forefront of technology and innovation, and a place where any idea, no matter how niche or far-fetched, can exist—and be successful. It's a platform that gives unparalleled power to players, with a thriving mod scene that extends the lifespan of games long after they've faded into obscurity on console. And the frame rates? Dude, they are off the charts. Christ. What have I become?

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Fun's Over: Here's an A Capella Cover of 'Trap Queen' by Guys in Vests

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Fun's Over: Here's an A Capella Cover of 'Trap Queen' by Guys in Vests

"Everybody Messed with the Ball": A Former NFL Star Speaks Out on Deflategate

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"Everybody Messed with the Ball": A Former NFL Star Speaks Out on Deflategate

A Brief History of Australia's Haunted Movie Theaters

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When I was working at the Jam Factory multiplex about a decade ago, there were rumors that cinema four was haunted. Everyone on the staff talked about it.

There were two ghosts: a little girl who laughed, and an older man wearing a hat and smoking a cigar. Even those who didn't see the old man could often smell the cigar smoke wafting through the cinema after midnight.

Even as a devout sceptic who put zero stock in tales of the supernatural, I'd still pause on nights when I'd have to clean popcorn off the floor, by myself, at 2 AM. Scoop. Glance around. Continue scooping.

I never saw anything in the time I was there, but I always think about it when I return to the cinema as a patron.

So I thought I'd ask some old workmates about the haunted cinema four in the Jam Factory. Someone told me cinema four at the Nova was also haunted. "A friend of mine saw a ghost in cinema four at the Rivoli," someone said.

OK, that got my interest. Haunted cinemas is one thing, but why was it always cinema four? This had to be investigated.

Stories of ghosts in Melbourne cinemas are nothing new. John Pinkney's Haunted: The Book of Australia's Ghosts, published in 2005 by Five Mile Press, describes a rainy night in July of 1999 where Jeff Jacklin, the technical manager of the Classic Cinemas in Elsternwick, was finishing up his shift. Alone in the building, he slipped some paperwork under the door of his boss's empty office, only to have someone on the other side violently pull the papers through.

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After a number of other incidents, the Classic's owner Eddie Tamir, who still operates the cinema, called in two clairvoyants to try to explain the phenomena. One said it was caused by a small man from the 1930s who loved to pray pranks; the other said a small group of ghosts had decided to make their home in the theater.

The book goes on to outline a series of reported hauntings at the old Metro in Malvern one suburb over, which saw numerous people seeing an apparition of a long-deceased projectionist who had once worked there.

"For one thing, cinema four is definitely haunted," says Harry Thompson, former manager at Cinema Nova. "A lot of customers would tell us stories—the recurring one was of a pale little girl running about —and a couple of regulars straight up refuse to go to their film if it was in four. They would just see something else."

Harry never experienced anything personally in cinema four, but saw something else that shook him to the core.

Around the time that the Nova's cinemas 13-15 were being constructed, Harry was a night manager who would often work until 2 AM on Friday and Saturday nights.

"I hadn't seen any of the construction yet," he says, "and took the deserted building as my opportunity to see what the new cinemas were coming along like. As I had already turned all the lighting off for that section, I relied on a shitty little torch as my guide. I walked through the building zone into what is now cinema 13, and scanned the room with my torch from left to right.

"As the torch reached the right-hand side, it went out, but not before I saw the image of a person hanging from the roof by their neck. I freaked out and smacked the torch to come back on—such a horror film cliché!—and when it did, the person was gone.

"Whatever it was scared the shit out of me, and I didn't sleep that night and I didn't go back in those construction zones until it was all done. I'm not a super ghosty person and don't scare easily, but it was seriously whack. Whenever I go into cinema 13 I never sit on the right hand side at the back because the image of the person hanging is pretty well etched into my brain."

I asked the Nova for a response. "Honestly, I have never encountered anything of the spiritual kind at the Nova, not in the seven-plus years I have been here," says Nova's General Manager Kristian Connelly. He says he's heard the stories, but never anything as specific as Harry's encounter. "I'm afraid that the Nova is not haunted. I think it is just stories spread by staff wanting to get out of cleaning auditoriums at the end of a shift, when it all feels a little dark and spooky."

Kristian, like everyone else, points me to the Rivoli. That one, everybody says, really is haunted.

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Eden across the street from the Rivoli which is definitely haunted.

I meet up with Eden Porter for a coffee at a café directly opposite the Rivoli. Eden worked there for ten years starting in 2003. There are two stories, he tells me. One that happened to his manager and one that happened to him.

The one he heard, and the one that has become the stuff of legend around Melbourne, was what had happened to Aaron and Meaghan at 2 AM one night. They're closing up, and Meaghan goes upstairs to turn off the light in the mezzanine. She doesn't come back.

Aaron calls out to her. Nothing. He heads up the stairs. As he climbs them, he becomes very, very cold. He can see his breath. He reaches the top and sees Meaghan standing in the middle of the foyer, completely still. The light is still on. Aaron says her name. Nothing. He shouts: "Meaghan!"

The light switches off.

Meaghan snaps out of it and runs over to Aaron, pulling him own the stairs and out of the building. Outside, she asks him if he also felt cold as he ascended the staircase.

She told him what had happened: when she'd reached the top, she couldn't move. In the mirror she could see a strange outline of a person. She froze to the spot. She didn't see Aaron until he was right in front of her, shouting.

Eden heard the story directly from Meaghan. I ask if she's the sort of person who would readily believe in this sort of thing. He says she is. I ask if Eden is.

"Not really," he says. "I like the concept of it, but I don't really believe it. I think people either exaggerate or misremember." He pauses, reflecting on his own story. "But something definitely happened."

It was back in 2003, around the time I was across town cleaning the Jam Factory's cinema four with trepidation. Eden was standing in Rivoli's cinema four, his head down as he scooped up the popcorn.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the outline of a person. He didn't think much of it; it was probably another worker. He glanced up, but nobody was there. He looked back down and it reappeared in the corner of his eye. It was standing near the fire exit. Eden kept his head down, staring peripherally at it as best he could. He eventually lifted his head.

"Hello?" he said. "Anyone there?"

The curtain at the front of the cinema began to move. This is a thick, heavy curtain, and there's no breeze coming in.

Eden leaves the cinema and tells his manager he saw something. "Was it near the fire exit?" his manager asks. "It was probably the ghost."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eden says.

The manager tells him it's been going on for years. But in the following ten years at the Rivoli, Eden never sees anything like that again. He does hear the stories.

The staff uses the cinema's reputation to play pranks on new employees. Mobile phones are given ghostly ringtones and hidden in seats. We try to figure out if Eden's encounter could have been a prank, but he doesn't think so.

The one question no one seems to have any answer for is why it's always cinema four. Are ghosts just drawn to that number?

I look up a numerology website—in for a penny, in for a pound, I figure—and try to find some significance to the number. It tells me "four" relates to Taureans (I'm a Taurus!), Wednesdays (I interview Eden on a Wednesday), and the color green (Christine Milne, leader of the Greens, announced her retirement that very morning!). I'm enjoying this nonsense, but it's not helping me out much.

"Four is the number of fate," the website goes on to tell me, "so it must be remembered that there will be many things that happen over which you have no control."

That's good enough for me. Maybe I'll let it stay a mystery.

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Burgers Took the Edge Off My Encounter with Syrian Rebel Fighters

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Burgers Took the Edge Off My Encounter with Syrian Rebel Fighters

Cry-Baby of the Week: A Guy Allegedly Attacked Someone with a Sword in a Road-Rage Incident

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It's time, once again, to marvel at some idiots who don't know how to handle the world:

Cry-Baby #1: Kia Cameron Paya-Akhavan

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The incident: A guy got into an argument with someone over his driving.

The appropriate response: Nothing.

The actual response: One of the men allegedly attacked the other with a sword and attempted to run him over twice.

Last week, 34-year-old Kia Cameron Paya-Akhavan was driving in Austin, in a manner that one onlooker would later tell police was "reckless."

Concerned by this, a man named Rodney Campbell, who is Kia's neighbor, took a photo of Kia's car as he stopped at an intersection. According to a report on KVUE, the local ABC affiliate, the taking of the photo was followed by a "heated exchange" between the two men, which ended with them driving off in opposite directions.

Immediately after this, however, Kia did a U-turn and started to follow the other man's car. When Rodney stopped and got out of his vehicle, Kia allegedly hit him with a water bottle and punched him in the chest, leading to the two men fighting in the street. The skirmish was reportedly broken up by an onlooker.

His bloodlust not satisfied, Kia allegedly followed Rodney back to his house, where he parked behind him, blocking him in his driveway. He then, Rodney says, produced a sword and tried to cut through the door of his car. Rodney claims he reversed his car into Kia's in an effort to escape. After this, Kia fled the scene.

But Kia allegedly still didn't think he'd punished Rodney extensively enough, and reportedly returned a short time later and attempted to run him over twice, before attacking him with a homemade flail he just happened to have lying around. (According to an article in Austin American Statesman, was made from a stick, some rope, and wrench sockets.)

Kia fled the scene, and was later arrested at home. He was charged with aggravated assault with both a deadly weapon and a motor vehicle.

According to police, Kia claims that the epic battle was started when Rodney threw a metal object at his head during the initial stop. He added that following Rodney back to his house was "probably a bad decision."

Cry-Baby #2: Christopher Romoleroux

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The incident: A man discovered his wife had been texting a male friend.

The appropriate response: If this is something you're not OK with, communicate this to your partner.

The actual response: He allegedly shot the male friend in the leg.

Late last month, a man in Pompano Beach, Florida, named Clarence Autley got a Facebook message from a woman named Ludwika Duarte, a former friend whom he had not seen in six years.

According to a report on Sun Sentinel, the two exchanged phone numbers and moved their conversation to text to catch up.

At some point, Ludwika's husband, 22-year-old Christopher Romoleroux (pictured above), allegedly discovered that the two were conversing.

According to police, Christopher took his wife's phone and, posing as her, texted Clarence suggesting they meet up. Thinking it was Ludwika asking, Clarence agreed, and sent over his address.

This is when, police say, Christopher drove to Clarence's house and approached him in his driveway, where he asked him, "Why you trying to get with my woman?" before punching Clarence in the face.

A fight ensued, after which terrifying IRL Sideshow Bob returned to his car, where he reportedly retrieved a small-caliber handgun and shot Clarence in the leg.

Clarence was taken to hospital where he was treated for multiple breaks to his femur.

Christopher was arrested and charged with attempted second-degree murder. He wasn't given the chance to make bail because of separate felony charges he had incurred.

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Winner: The woman with the shitty haircut!!!

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Who Will Replace the Three UK Political Party Leaders Who Resigned Today?

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Nick Clegg, no longer leader of the Lib Dems. Photo via the Lib Dems.

This article originally appeared on VICE UK.

As David Cameron heads, really bloody excitedly, to Downing Street, the rest of the political establishment is in turmoil. While Nicola Sturgeon looks like rebuilding Hadrian's Wall, three of the UK's major party leaders have jumped ship. First to go was Nick Clegg, followed swiftly by Nigel Farage, and Ed Miliband the last to throw in the towel, only for his right-hand woman, Harriet Harman, to resign as deputy shortly after.

Many questions about the future of British politics are resounding today. Like where to emigrate to, or whether Russia Today will hire George Galloway as creative director. But another major question is who will be next to lead the Labour Party, Liberal Democrats and UKIP? Miliband, Clegg, Farage—all undeniably tough acts to follow. Here are some of the contenders:

LABOUR

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The Labour party have fucked it right up. After five years of austerity basically goading people to hate the Tories, they've managed to lose seats since 2010.

Taking "absolute responsibility for the result," Ed Miliband has called it a day as Labour Party leader. Just yesterday he was sitting on the Labour Battle Bus planning new tiling for the Prime Ministerial en suite, and now he'll just have to redecorate one of his kitchens.

Not wanting to be left out of the Resignation Game, Harriet Harman will step down as Deputy Leader when Miliband's successor is found.

New rules in the party mean any future leader will be elected under a one-member, one-vote system, which is going to reduce the power of trade unions in the vote compared to last time.

As is always the way with Labour, what will follow is a battle between the left and right—those who think it went to shit because the party hasn't been chasing UKIP enough to keep up with their anti-immigrant rhetoric, and those on the left who are 100 percent certain that a return to the policies of Michael Foot would revitalize the party.

Ed Balls, Shadow Chancellor of Ed Balls fame, was a likely contender, but also a high-profile casualty of last night's shoddy performance; he's now lost his seat.

Chuka Umunna is currently the bookies favorite. Having been the Shadow Business Secretary since 2011, he would be the first black leader of the Labour Party. Just earlier this morning, Umunna was telling everyone he was "absolutely" behind Ed Miliband as leader, but now he's being primed to take the top job. A fan of Blue Labour, Umunna reckons that working-class voters will return to voting Labour through socially conservative policies on issues such as immigration and the EU.

Speaking back in 2011, Umunna said, "We cannot presume the pain of government cuts will deliver victory in 2015," and that Blue Labour "provides the seeds of national renewal." The Daily Mail have called him "the black Blair," and back in 2013 a computer at his own law firm was used to edit his Wikipedia page, to suggest that he "may end up as the UK's Barack Obama."

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Andy Burnham, shadow Health Secretary, is also looking likely to throw his hat in to the ring, despite only coming fourth out of five in the last leadership race, losing out to Miliband with just 8.68 percent of the vote. This time round he's being pushed as the favorite. A member of the party since the age of 14, Burnham served in the treasury under Gordon Brown and spent a year working with the Football Task Force to reform the game. Substantially to the left of Umunna, Burnham will likely garner the support of the unions, and with the party in desperate need to take back ground from the SNP north of the border, pushing a progressive agenda.

The only woman tipped to take the top job on the Labour side is Yvette Cooper, shadow Home Secretary, and MP for Pontefract and Castleford. Married to Ed Balls, she'd not been highly tipped to contest the leadership until now. Elected in 1997 as one of "Blaire's babes" (yeah, I puked too), she'd be the first woman leader, and would represent a return to the more "traditional" ground of New Labour, complete with expenses scandals and all.

THE LIB DEMS

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The Liberal Democrats look like they'll have just eight MPs this time around, down from 57 in 2010. Looking as broken as his promises, Clegg appeared in his resignation speech as to have grown a backbone overnight, calling the results "cruel and punishing" for the Lib Dems. Perhaps the real question here is, who would actually want to become the new captain of a ship that's lying on the seabed?

Having spent the last five years in Government, there are a fair few highflying Liberals who could take the reigns.

Danny Alexander, ex-Chief Secretary to the Treasury. Or what about Vince Cable, the lovable, roguish granddad of British politics? (I know he raised tuition fees, but he's just so fucking cute). Then you've got former Employment Minister Jo Swinson, Ex-Party Leader Charles Kennedy, or Simon Hughes, an MP with 30 years' experience?

Oh no wait, they've all lost their seats.

The first real contender then, is Norman Lamb, a health minister in the coalition government and MP for North Norfolk. He cut his teeth in politics under now disgraced Labour Peer and then MP Greville Janner, a.k.a. Baron Janner of Braunstone.

Having rebelled just twice under the coalition government, both times on seemingly unimportant pieces of legislation, Lamb would represent continuity within the party, the "look left, look right" vibe that got them into Government, but which has now led to an unmitigated clusterfuck for the Liberals.

The only other likely challenger is Tim Farron, former party president, who has kept himself well clear from the coalition Government. According to Lib Dem sources, he's pretty popular among the grass-roots of the party, and sitting noticeably to the left of the party, should he take over it'll be an end to the Clegg agenda that has characterized the party for the last five years.

Under the current Lib Dem rules, if a candidate wants to stand for leader they'll need support from 10 percent of the Lib Dem MPs; which now stands at... less than one.

UKIP

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UKIP politicians have a habit of saying things they later regret. Farage's promise, made back in March, that it would be "curtains" for him should he not make it to Westminster in 2015, has seemingly backfired.

Speaking from cliffs along the south coast, he told cameras this morning that for the mean time, he'll be quitting, but he would consider running for the job again in September. So, it looks as if the favuorite contender to be the next Nigel Farage is, well, Nigel Farage.

But, if he decides not to run, or if the Kippers fancy a shake up, then who would replace him?

One possibility is Douglas Carswell, Tory defector and now the party's only MP with a seat in parliament, after a night of voting that materialized little for the party. On the liberal wing of UKIP (if there is such a thing), Carswell seems to be more motivated by political reform than other issues, unexpectedly speaking up for him comrades in the Green Party when making his acceptance speech in Clacton last night. Instead of banging on about immigration, he used it as a chance to call for a proportional voting system. He's also a big fan of Hello Kitty World, apparently.

Next up and current favorite is Suzanne Evans, an ex-Tory Councillor who left the Conservatives with national attention when Cameron's aides apparently called party activists "mad swivel-eyes loons." Evans took on the job as policy chief in producing the 2015 manifesto, and caused uproar last month for blaming the housing crisis on—wait for it, immigration—despite owning "two and a third" homes herself. Having worked as a broadcaster and journalist, she's media savvy, and is popular within the party.

Deputy Party Leader Paul Nuttall MEP had made clear back in January that he reckons he could lead the party. Economically to the right of the party faithful, he's argued, "the very existence of the NHS stifles competition." Not just outspoken on the NHS, if Nuttall had his way we'd bring back the death penalty for those guilty of murdering children and serial killers, and abortion would be limited to the first 12 weeks of pregnancy. Where he does follow the UKIP trend however is his attendance at the European Parliament, coming in at 736th of the 756 MEP's.

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VICE Exclusive: Watch the Mother's Day Premiere of 'Happy Birthday Oscar Grant, Love Mom'

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Early on New Year's Day 2009, Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) cop Johannes Mehserle shot a young black man named Oscar Grant in the back while he was lying face-down on the Fruitvale Station platform in Oakland, California.

Caught on video by onlookers, the slaying enraged the community. Protests followed days later, and Alameda County prosecutors eventually convicted Mehserle of involuntary manslaughter after a jury trial in Los Angeles (second-degree murder charges did not stick).

The conviction, and Mehserle's sentence of just two years, was seen by Grant's family and a growing number of supporters in the community as a miscarriage of justice. Wanda Johnson, Grant's mother, said then, "My son was murdered! He was murdered! He was murdered." Protests over the verdict occasionally became violent.

At the time, legal experts said that the jury "went as low as they could go without acquitting him"; it's speculated that because of Mehserle's spotless record, prosecutors had a difficult time convincing a jury that the officer murdered Grant. Last year, a civil jury denied the victim's father restitution in a separate suit, though five friends of Grant's who were with him the day he died won a settlement of their own last May.

Grant's killing arguably marked a turning point in the way the nation perceives police violence, especially in minority communities. It ranks among the most racially divisive cases in California since four cops in LA got away with beating Rodney King in 1992. And with the high-profile police killings in Ferguson, New York City, and, most recently, Baltimore, Grant's story serves as a powerful testament to how these deaths linger in communities around the country—and how cops tend to evade serious punishment.

Six years later, Grant's family, including his mother, continue their activism in the hopes of preventing more tragedy. Every year, Grant's family, friends, and others connected to the community come together to celebrate his birthday, and heal. Filmmaker Mohammad Gorjestani documented the most recent gathering.

VICE: What is the Oscar Grant's birthday celebration/community gathering?
Mohammad Gorjestani: She does it every single year. There's a thoughtful theme, and people come together, it's kind of like a combination of healing and inspiring the community to do more, but above all it's about not allowing the community to forget what happened, and making sure that everyone moves forward with the notion that Oscar's life mattered.

Why make a film about it?
That was the opening marker of this era of police brutality. With everything else that's been going on since then, what happened in Ferguson and Mike Brown, what's going on in South Carolina and Baltimore—I'm very critical personally of how the media depicts things, and the line between news and entertainment has been blurred and that's really shitty. What that does is sensationalize things, and a lot of what we've seen is the media taking these fresh wounds to these communities and presenting them as almost theater, being very selective of what they show.

Someone being killed unjustly, naturally that's going to cause anger. People flow out into the streets because they don't know what else to do because they haven't been heard in previous attempts to serve justice. At the end of the day you have this theatrical reporting around that. Then there are the legal proceedings which haven't been just, and what you get is that the questions about what happened to the community, what happened with Oscar's community and the people around him, and how this tragedy impacted their lives.

What was Oscar Grant's mother like?
We know how beautiful the community is, and we wanted to show the long tale impact through Wanda, his mother. She is such an incredible, powerful person who's used this tragedy as a calling almost, as a catalyst to her being someone who has brought together a community. Wanda supports other mothers who have had their sons murdered in community violence or gun violence. And in addition to that the Oscar Grant Foundation was formed. I really wanted to make something show how beautiful she was, not just show people angry and upset and grieving, I wanted to humanize this community. They deserve that. She deserves that. They have gone through so much adversity.

So in the film none of the people appearing on camera are identified, why did you make that choice?
Nobody introduced themselves when they were speaking because they are all part of the community. It's very clear who Oscar's mother is and everyone else, it doesn't really matter who they are. It is about a larger community. Yes, it was about Oscar, but it could have been anyone. Just because it's his sister talking, doesn't mean she's not a metaphor for any sister talking. And we really wanted to allow these people to speak as human beings, and not necessarily as qualified people who have some kind of authority to speak. It's another way to hit home this motif that it's about the community not individuals.

If you'd like to help, please donate to the Oscar Grant Foundation here.

Also, check out the Blackout for Human Rights series, which this video is a part of.

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​Love on the Battlefield of Eastern Ukraine

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"I have killed 24," Oxana Gimranova boasted, cradling a rifle almost as tall as she is. Her husband, Ruslan, showed off pictures on his phone of Oxana holding her young son—a similar pose, a similar tenderness. The photos were from a year ago, back before the war, before Oxana had ever touched a gun. She had been a tax collector then, in what was once Horlivka, Ukraine. The city belongs to the Donetsk People's Republic (DPR) now, the breakaway, pro-Russian government for which Oxana is fighting. She wears the word "Cнайпер" (sniper) in fresh ink on the skin of her chest—she's the best marksman in the company, according to her comrades. The tattoo hides beneath a black pullover imprinted with skull-and-crossbones dice.

We sat on sandbags in an abandoned coal-processing plant near the front lines of Horlivka; their company has turned the administration building into a barracks. Ruslan continued to flip through his phone until he came to a picture of his wedding last August. In it, the 22-year-old Ruslan stands clutching a Christian icon beside his 27-year-old bride in a white dress.

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The war accelerated everything. Ruslan and Oxana met first as soldiers in the same unit. Both had joined the DPR military at the beginning of the region's violent secession from Ukraine. The courtship started when Ruslan was shot in the chest during a firefight. Without even knowing his surname, Oxana tracked him down in a local hospital and held his hand as he struggled for life. "The doctors only gave him a one percent chance of survival," Oxana remembered, "but after several days, he was OK."

For weeks, the pair met in secret, afraid that their commanders would disapprove. When they announced their wedding plans, however, the officers—along with the entire battalion—helped pay for Oxana's dress. Their honeymoon consisted of an afternoon drive around Horlivka before they returned to the front to fight that evening.

It was Ruslan's first marriage, and Oxana's second. Her first had been at the age of 12 to a man in his 30s. They had two sons together, Oxana explained, but the man was abusive, and she eventually fled with her boys. "I never loved him," she insisted. An aunt is currently raising the two children in a nearby city. "We visit as often as we can," Ruslan said. "They call me Papa now. I love them as though they were my own."

Related: Russia's Ghost Army

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The conflict in eastern Ukraine has been going on for more than a year now. It began with a popular uprising by Europe-aligned protesters in Kiev against Ukrainian President Viktor Yanukovych. Yanukovych had refused to sign an association treaty with the EU, preferring instead to establish closer ties with Moscow. After Yanukovych was unseated, some citizens in the provinces of Donetsk and Luhansk joined a once-fringe separatist movement, which quickly led to war between the Western-supported Kiev government and the pro-Russian rebels, who were joined not-so-covertly by troops from the regular Russian army.

In September, a ceasefire agreement called the Minsk Protocol was signed, but according to Aleksandr Shumakov, a local businessman turned commander, "There hasn't been a day of ceasefire here." Another ceasefire struck in February helped de-escalate fighting in some sectors, but the war has continued unabated in others. I heard and saw shelling every single day I was there, and when I visited with Shumakov and soldiers like Ruslan and Oksana last month, they suggested the battle will not end until they achieve a stable independence from the government in Kiev.

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Artillery exploded in the adjacent hills as Oxana climbed onto a truck full of grim soldiers outfitted for a mission. "Enough of this," the sniper crowed, "there are Ukrainians waiting to be killed!" She flashed a quick victory sign and stuck out her tongue. The men around her laughed and tousled her hair as the vehicle pulled off in the direction of the shelling.

Ruslan scrolled through several more pictures of his wife playing with her sons. "She's a great mother," he insisted. "Very kind. Very loving."

I asked how someone like that could kill 24 people.

He paused a moment, and looked away. "Actually," he replied, his eyes wider now, "she is sorry about that. It is hard to kill a person. When I killed my first person, I couldn't sleep for three days. He wasn't very close. He was forty meters away from me, but I saw how he died. It was really hard."

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I told him that I was collecting dreams, and asked about his. "I always see the fighting," he recalled. "Oxana also sees such dreams. Often, she speaks in her sleep. She dreams that she's injured, and she dreams of the shelling and the shooting. Oxana wraps her arms around herself and curls up. She pushes into me, trying to get as close as she can. We both dream of our friends who were killed by Ukrainians. In our dreams, they are still fighting alongside of us."

Follow Roc's project collecting dreams from around the globe at World Dream Atlas.

What It's Actually Like to Live with Crohn's Disease

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Illustration by Dan Evans.

This article first appeared on VICE UK.

You can tell a lot about someone via their relationship to shit. Salvador Dali was besotted, working skid marks into his paintings and writing that "true love would be to eat one's partner's excrement." The French Renaissance writer Rabelais is said to have used human shit to signify the body's "instinctive right to primal satisfaction." James Joyce was really, really into having sex with women while they farted.

I've had shit on the mind myself recently because, a few months ago, I had to defecate into a plastic basin and tip the sample into a stool container. It wasn't pleasant. Aesthetically, it reminded me of hematite or some kind of advanced skin disease. Still, that was one of the better ones.

The reason I was shitting into a basin is this: I've had chronic pain in the pit of my stomach for about two and a half years. I move around sluggishly. Color drains from my face, the red that enlivens my skin replaced by a sickly pallor beaded with sweat. Jets of warm shit, then four days of nothing at all.

Each time I went to the doctor about my symptoms I was diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome, a common complaint that can cause cramps, bloating, diarrhea, and/or constipation. I knew what I was dealing with was worse; I'm no middle-of-the-road IBS sufferer (welcome to the hierarchy of bowel dysfunction).

When Martin Amis went to Mike Szabatura, his dentist, and found out that the "ridge of darkness just above his chin" was a cancerous growth, he wrote, "For months, months, I had felt something new and strange down there: pressure, activity, occupancy..." There was pressure, activity, and possible occupancy in my bowel or intestine. There was a balloon in my anus, and this balloon inflated at inopportune moments, diverting the course of events and inevitably leading me to the toilet bowl. Sex, work, TV, the spreading of cold butter on cold bread—all disrupted by the balloon.

I once had a friend whose depression was characterized by a lament for his routine of eating, shitting, and wiping, on repeat, ad nauseam. He said the inevitability of this cycle was "agony." I was starting to identify.

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James Joyce, famous lover of farting women

I finally found a doctor who was willing to explore the possibility of Crohn's disease and refer me to the Department of Gastroenterology and Endoscopy. They inject you, lull you, and violate your interior by inserting a flexible tube down your throat or up your rectum.

Prior to this procedure I had to starve myself for 38 hours. On the way to the hospital I had a faint hallucination. I saw a slurry of feces spill from a spare tire and onto the motorway while listening to "Walk Away Renee" by the Four Tops. Sitting in the waiting room, alongside the other starving patients, the hospital staff had the bright idea of putting The Hairy Bikers' Asian Adventure on the TV.

According to Crohn's and Colitis UK, a nationwide charity established in 1979, Crohn's Disease is a type of inflammatory bowel disease. I first heard of it when Sam Faiers from The Only Way Is Essex was on the 2014 edition of Celebrity Big Brother. She seemed lethargic, withdrawn, undernourished; swamp-green circles blemished the area around her eyes. After being visited by an onsite doctor, she was diagnosed with Crohn's. She spoke to the Daily Express and asserted a willful defiance against a disease that was, basically, a serious case of the shits: "I won't let Crohn's disease beat me," she said, in turn becoming the poster girl for Rubbish Bowels and alerting me to the disease.

Related: 'You Don't Know Shit,' our film about how the human shit industry is worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

In an episode of The Sopranos titled "Funhouse," Tony can't differentiate between depression—an affliction of the mind—and the physical effects of food poisoning. I spend a lot of time occupying this space between mental and physiological malady. My disposition is informed by the severity of the stomach complaint—to the extent that my entire being is reduced to the flesh of the terminal ileum.

I live inside my biology, burrowing deeper into the swelling. On a bad day I wake up (at midnight), explode into the toilet bowl like a geyser of jet-engine fuel, wipe myself, and repeat this pattern throughout the night. I lose blood. I get cold. But, with increasing urgency, I have to leave the comfort of my duvet to make my way downstairs to the frigid harshness of the bathroom tiles.

On the "Information and Support" section of Crohn's and Colitis UK's website, it says: "In both Ulcerative Colitis and Crohn's, parts of the digestive system (the gut), which includes the intestines or 'bowels,' become sore or inflamed. Crohn's can affect any part of the digestive system, from the mouth to the anus."

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I have ileum Crohn's—the most common form—which affects the small intestine and the colon. The normal function of the bowel is disrupted because the tissue can swell, thicken or form scar tissue, leading to blockage due to the narrowing of vital passageways. A condition known as malabsorption—"a failure to absorb nutrients from the gastrointestinal tract"—can occur, which leads to fatigue and loss in weight. And ulcers may form in the deepest layers of the bowel wall. I live on a diet of 30mg of Co-Codomol and 3mg of Budesonide capsules, but, because the steroid tablets no longer carry out their function and the pain persists, the hospital are starting me on Adalimumab injections, which helps to reduce swelling and pain by limiting inflammation.

Every day I have to plan with my bowels, not my brain. I have to think about wet-wipe allocation—one pack in the bathroom at home, the bathroom at work, my bag, and my (parents') car—to make sure that I don't further fuck up my Crohn's-y asshole with hemorrhoids. Every day the cycle begins, repeats, and repeats until we're in double figures. And yes, my friend was right: It's agony.

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Omar Khadr’s First Words as a Free Man

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Omar Khadr speaks to media outside his new home after being granted bail in Edmonton on Thursday, May 7. Photo courtesy Canadian Press/Nathan Denette

Hours after an Alberta Court of Appeal released Omar Khadr on bail, the infamous former inmate of Guantanamo Bay's military prison spoke to reporters on the steps of his lawyer's Edmonton home, where he will now live. This is what he had to say to reporters and the public.

Omar Khadr: I would like to thank the courts for... releasing me. I would like to thank Dennis and Nate, my lawyers, and their families for all the way they've been working for such a long time. And I would like to thank the Canadian public for trusting me and giving me a chance. It might be some time, but I will prove to them that I am more than what they thought of me. I will prove to them that I'm a good person. Thank you very much.

Reporter: Omar, what do you want Canadians to know about you?Just to give me a chance. See who I am as a person and not as a name and then they can make their own judgment after that.

Who are you as a person?
I'm still learning about myself. I'm still growing. I believe in learning. I didn't have a lot of experience in life and I'm excited to start my life.

What do you want to do most?
Ah, that's a hard question. Everything and nothing in particular.

What do you want the Americans to know about?
I can say I'm sorry for the pain I caused the families of the victims. There's nothing I can do about the past but I hope I can do something about the future.

How do you feel right now?
I'm still in a bit of a shock. I'm happy, but I still I think I'm going to crash sometime later. But I'm still very controlled.

What about the modern world shocked you the most since you've been out?
Nothing so far. I'm really surprised that freedom is way better than I thought. And the Canadian public so far has been way better than I anticipated.

Can you tell us what you did this afternoon?
We went to lunch and we had to go back to the court to sign some papers. I was surprised with some of the sheriffs, they went out of their way to being kind and buying me some drinks because we were waiting there for a long time. Everybody's been very nice.

What do you want to do with your life?
Ah, finish my education. I have a lot of learning to do. A lot of basic skills I need to learn. So, just take it one day at a time, take it slowly

Do you speak French at all?
No, unfortunately not.

What do you think about this lovely western suburb?
Ah, it's pretty nice, I have to say. It's very nice.

Do you have anything to say to Prime Minister Harper?
Well, I'm going to have to disappoint him. I'm better than the person he thinks I am.

Physically, how are you?
Pretty well. I have some problems, but I'm doing pretty well.

Anything that would stop you from doing the work you would want to do?
Ah, no. Not really.

What do you make of how polarizing a figure you've become in Canada?
Well, I can't do anything about that. All I can do is work on myself. That's all I can do.

Can you categorically say you denounce violent jihad, Omar?
Yes. Yes I do.

It's not something...
Nope. It's not something I believe in right now. I want to start a fresh start. There's too many good things in life that I want to experience.

Do you have any career aspirations?
Something in the healthcare. I believe you have to be able to empathize with people in pain. I've experienced pain so I think I can empathize with people who are going through that. And I hope I can do something in the healthcare.

Omar, so many Canadians know about your father (who had links to al Qaeda before his death) What do you think about your father all these years later?
Well, there's a lot of questions that I would like to ask my father. I can't change the past, all I can do is work on the present and the future?

What do you want to ask him?
Everything. A lot of decisions he made. The reasons he took us back there. Just a whole bunch of questions about his reasoning behind his life decisions.

These are not life decisions that you want to make going forward?No.

What would you say to someone contemplating extremism and looking to you?
What I would tell anybody is to educate yourself. Don't let emotions control you. Education is very important thing. I've noticed that a lot of people are manipulated by not being educated.

Are you going to get on social media?
On a personal level only, maybe.

What do you say to this man [his lawyer, Dennis Edney]?
He's an amazing man. I really appreciate him working for the last 11 years. I'm surprised he's not sick of me yet.

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Why the Sister of a Murdered Aboriginal Woman Is Opposing a National Inquiry

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The last family photo taken of Sonya during the family's July 1994 informal gathering in Espanola, Ontario. Sonya is crouching in the blue shirt at the front. All photos courtesy Mag Cywink

Read Part 1 here

Mag Cywink has spent more than two decades hoping whoever killed her younger sister Sonya would some day face justice. Sonya, an Ojibway woman from Whitefish River First Nation, was last seen in London, Ontario, on the 24 of August 1994. Her body was found five days later at Southwold Earthworks, a 40-minute drive southwest.

In a case without resolution, Mag finds solace in her sister's final resting place.

Southwold Earthworks National Historic Site is leafy and green in the summer, surrounded by clearly visible mounds of soil—earthworks—intentionally shaped around a fortified village built centuries ago by the Attiwandaron.

"This was a real tragedy for us and definitely for Sonya and her child, but I look at that place as being a sacred place," Mag says. If it had to happen, "I'm glad it happened here."

Sonya was killed at a time when headlines about missing and murdered indigenous women were rare. Mag has seen the frequency of these headlines increase, but she has not seen justice for her sister.

"It's almost like we get inundated with this information now," she says, "people are just kind of like, 'Oh, that's just another missing and murdered woman.' It sort of passes by peoples' radars."

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Southwold Earthworks, where Sonya's body was found, as pictured in August 2014, on the twentieth anniversary of her death.

That's part of why Sonya, in death, has become Sonya Nadine Mae. How many other Sonyas have been murdered or gone missing? Mag wonders.

She doesn't know exactly. What she does know is that nearly 1,200 indigenous women have gone missing or been murdered in the last three decades. That's according to an RCMP report released last year. Yet some believe those high numbers may actually understate the truth. The RCMP report is "statistically skewed," wrote Pam Palmater, a Mi'kmaq lawyer and chair in Indigenous Governance at Ryerson University, on her website, Indigenous Nationhood.

Palmater highlights numerous problems with the RCMP's review. To name a few: the limitations of the Canadian Police Information Centre; women whose disappearances were never documented, or who were mislabelled as "white"; a highly problematic reliance on Indian Status to determine who is indigenous; and the violence Aboriginal women and girls have faced from the RCMP itself, per a lengthy Human Rights Watch report.

Amongst all this violence, "there could be 15 Sonyas that have been murdered," Mag says. She would like people to know her Sonya—to know her strengths, her skills, and how much she was loved, how much she is missed, how much her family still hopes for justice for Sonya, and for the unborn baby they never got to meet.

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Mag Cywink

In early April this year, Mag wrote an opinion piece for the Manitoulin Expositor. Her first sentence: "Is a national inquiry going to answer the question and solve the epidemic of Canada's Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls?" Her answer: I don't think so.

"I'm not really popular," Mag says, because she doesn't support a national inquiry, yet in the community she surrounds herself with, she says many do. Many indigenous people across Canada agree with her and others still are unsure; there is no uniform indigenous opinion on whether an inquiry would help. However, much of the media attention has focused on the push for a national inquiry.

Part of why Mag says she doesn't support an inquiry is because there are so many factors underlying the epidemic of missing and murdered indigenous women and girls that she feels need addressing now. As she wrote in her opinion piece: "those who are living on or off reserve, poverty, homelessness, drug and alcohol substance abuse, lack of safe housing, adequate education and job skills, early pregnancy, gang activity, abductions, mental issues, domestic abuse and violence, child welfare, questions about the lack of stricter sentencing, adoption, inadequate policing into the death or disappearance at all levels to name a few."

The arguments in favour of an inquiry have been passionate, personal, and persuasive, but Mag worries about the money that would be spent. That money, she believes, would be better used to reinstate funding for projects like Sisters in Spirit—a research, education and policy initiative, led by Aboriginal women, whose funding was cut by the federal government in 2010—and on community-led prevention projects. Mag also fears that an inquiry might diminish the voices of the very people it's supposed to help—the families who've lost loved ones—by focusing too much on lawyers, judges, and "First Nations representatives." (This is what happened in the Robert Pickton inquiry.)

What will another inquiry achieve? Mag wonders.

"Awareness leads to understanding leads to action," says Perry Bellegarde, national chief of the Assembly of First Nations. Bellegarde's been lobbying the federal government for a national inquiry, although he stresses it's not meant to replace other remedies.

"The inquiry that we're pushing for is not to get in the way of action needed on the ground," he says, and much is required.

A 2014 report from the UN's Special Rapporteur on the rights of indigenous peoples highlighted Canada's failings: "Despite positive steps, daunting challenges remain. The numerous initiatives that have been taken at the federal and provincial/territorial levels to address the problems faced by indigenous peoples have been insufficient. The well-being gap between Aboriginal and non-aboriginal people in Canada has not narrowed over the past several years; treaty and aboriginal claims remain persistently unresolved; indigenous women and girls remain vulnerable to abuse; and overall there appear to be high levels of distrust among indigenous peoples towards the government at both the federal and provincial levels."

An inquiry, Bellegarde says, would help to address the broader systemic issues: the ways in which Canadian laws, organizations, and politics have contributed to disproportionately high rates of violence against indigenous women and girls.

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Sonya, age 14, in the fall of 1977

In particular, it would open Canada's eyes, "so they start viewing indigenous women in a real light where they're valued as human beings because right now you can look at society as a whole and say, 'they don't appear to value First Nations women. They are less than other women. They are less.' And the point we make continually is that their lives are just as important."

Mag agrees with these goals, but isn't sure the inquiry is the way to achieve them.

To work, Mag says, the solutions "can't come from the top down." The people most affected aren't on Parliament Hill, she argues—they're almost worlds away from Ottawa, many in rural, far-flung, isolated communities.

"Each individual territory... has their own specific issues and I think only those places know what their problems really are," she says.

She'd like to see a series of smaller, community-led inquiries coupled with organizations specific to different communities working to break well-documented cycles of violence, poverty, and poor education. "We are the bearers of these children," Mag says. The rest of Canada should play a supporting role by getting educated and learning the facts since "a lot of people stick their heads in the sand."

"It's not going to change overnight," Mag cautions. "I'm the generation where change is happening now, and it's going to take probably another three or four generations before we get where we need to be. Maybe longer."

Whatever form an inquiry takes, it is unlikely to achieve meaningful change if it doesn't break decisively with the federal government's history of paternalism towards indigenous people. The existence of status remains a serious problem, says Larry Chartrand, a Métis law professor at the University of Ottawa who specializes in issues of indigenous identity—specifically, "the idea that one people or race can define who is a member of another community or race." Indeed, the United Nations recognizes the right to self-determination.

"Canadians should be somewhat cautious about having a government that feels it has the authority to define who another people is," he says. By "defining another people, you can have authority to legislate over that people," as with the Indian Act, and this "diminishes their humanity. It takes away their independence as a people. It can be very devastating. I think if communities realized the connection between citizenship and the government imposition of status and how that has had that negative effect, I think Canadians might be more sympathetic to some of the challenges indigenous peoples face."

Sonya wrote letters upon letters growing up. Mag still has a couple of these old missives, written in her sister's flowing, elegant handwriting. Sonya had this talent for cursive, Mag says, everything she wrote was unerringly beautiful and graceful to look at. "It looks like she was just painting," Mag says. To have some of Sonya's words, her art—to be able to trace the lines she wrote—feels like a gift. Mag looks; she reads; she remembers.

"Sonya set the sisterhood bar high," she says. Mag wants people to know that. She wants people to understand, even just a little, the wonderful woman who was her sister.

"[Sonya] was intelligent; she was kind; she was funny; she was gentle," Mag says. "She taught me to love deeply and to forgive others often." Her voice trails off, then continues. "I miss her every day."

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