The participants are crowded into a makeshift corridor between barriers; it’s cramped, people are mashed together and the staff, dressed in black, shout at us to press uncomfortably close together. The information sheet given to us warns us this could be an upsetting experience and outlines the program’s emotionally impacting approach to education. This is the Tunnel of Oppression. The door opens and our group is ushered into the dimly-lit space. The lights go out, everyone is silent save the two students next to me. “I don’t know what to expect,” one said. “Me either, my professor recommended we come but he said its emotionally destroying,” said the other. The silence is broken by the buzz of TV static, lights flicker and suddenly we are bombarded with shouts. Horrible phrases, racist slurs, sexist remarks and worse bombard the group as we walk through a cramped corridor lined with graffiti echoing the slurs being hurled at us. We emerge from the corridor into a dimly lit room. The group is shaken,... ...
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