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Battle the appetites: Western Oregon Men’s Rugby take on Oregon Institute of Technology

Hannah Greene | Sports Editor

Walking up to the field, on Oct. 26, any viewer would have felt pumped and ready to battle — the Western Oregon Men’s Rugby team was ready to take on Oregon Institute of Technology. 

Within the first five minutes, the Owls scored their first try, shocking the entire Wolves’ defense. Many onlookers first impression of what was ahead was not good. But, a quarter of the way through the first half, the Wolves answered the Owls’ point with their very own Anu Kanoho, a junior, who intercepted the ball while on defense. Following the try, Braedon Etagonde, a sophomore,  kicked the extra two points — making the score 7-5.

Two minutes were remaining in the first half when Gabriel Wai, a junior, scored the second try, ending the half seven points ahead, a true battle to come back.

Western wasn’t done yet; coming into the second half they wanted more. And ten minutes later Eltagonde of the Wolves scored the third try, making the score 17-5.

The Wolves defense put up a strong fight, but not enough to keep the Owls out of their endzone — Owls added five more points to the board making the score 17-10 with the Wolves ahead and still united.

OIT gave high pressure close to Western’s endline, calling for a scrum and causing the ball to be passed back to Kanoho who then punted it forward and away to get the attack out of their half.

A perfect pass from Eltagonde to Robert Cummings, (RC) a transfer to Western, gave the Wolves a lot of yards on the counterattack. The Wolves kept up solid sportsmanship amongst themselves and the opponent, while the Owls continued to put each other down and talk back. 

The battle raged on and the ball was carried back and forth between both teams, never finding either end zone, which led to a “pushy” fight between the Wolves and Owls.

Minutes later, the Sir blew the whistle and concluded the game.

Western brought home another win, leaving the scoreboard 17-10 and their record jumping to a 4-0. The Man of the Match was given to Anu Kanoho for his defensive skills throughout the game and willingness to leave everything on the field to help propel the Wolves forward.

The Men’s Rugby team have a Semifinal game on Nov. 2 at 1 p.m. on the home turf. Come out and support these men and be prepared to see some gnarly tackles and excellent runs.

 

Contact the author at howlsports@wou.edu

Photos by Hannah Greene

Herstorical figures of Oregon and cancer surviving athletes of the world

Hannah Greene | Sports Editor

October marks the month of breast cancer awareness, a perfect time to recognize womxn athletes who have achieved great feats and continue to pave the way for upcoming generations. Below are athletes from our very own state, as well as recognized womxn who have fought cancer battles and come back better than ever.

 

Liz Brenner, a five-sport athlete from the University of Oregon, broke multiple roofs for womxn. While at the University of Oregon Brenner competed in; volleyball, basketball, softball, and multiple events in track and field. Brenner shows true power and strength — what it takes to be a veracious athlete. Brenner is a true heroine for young womxn and men across the state of Oregon and beyond. 

Shoni Schimmel, a WNBA All-Star, who’s now a free agent and college coach. A first round draft pick out of college and a top model to people everywhere — especially to Native American girl basketball players — Schimmel is my next pick. Schimmel continues to push womxn sports forward whether through coaching or through bringing recognition to Native Americans. She was raised on the Confederated Tribes of the Umatilla Indian Reservation here in Oregon. 

Karen Newman, a world-class athlete in her 50’s, has battled cancer twice. Newman has been competing and beating womxn half her age — all after having, fighting and surviving breast cancer. After being diagnosed, she had many different meetings with doctors until she found one that would allow her to continue training while going through chemotherapy. She proved that no one ever has to stop chasing their dreams — a truly inspiring woman.

Novlene Williams-Mills, a track athlete from Jamaica who fought breast cancer and continues to promote body positivity. Williams-Mills is a three-time bronze medalist who was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012 and made a comeback in 2013, winning the 400 metres qualifying for the World Championships in Moscow. Novlene Williams-Mills is a womxn that shows cancer isn’t the end.

 

Contact the author at howlsports@wou.edu

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A fusion of art and technology

Sage Kiernan-SherrowNews Editor

On Oct. 18, the Natural Sciences building had its grand reopening, welcoming students and faculty alike to view the new premises after more than two years of remodelling the interior and exterior for student success. The renovations occured as part of Western’s Campus Master Plan and the project had a total budget of $6 million, according to a 2016 team logistics meeting report. The renovations to the 45-year-old building were funded by capital building funds from the state of Oregon. 

Students might have noticed the new pond outside of Western’s Natural Sciences Building, but that’s only the beginning of renovations that have been completed. 

“We’re installing new equipment in the classrooms: new document cameras, new sound systems, we’re installing laser-projectors now, which are fantastic…” said Equipment Systems Specialist, Nathan Sauer, in a WOUTV video titled “Natural Science Remodel.” 

Overall, the newly remodeled building now includes upgraded labs, study spaces, and the renovated greenhouse on the roof. This is just one of many ongoing changes shaping Western’s campus.  

Contact the author at howlnews@wou.edu

A wealth of resources at the Health and Wellness Fair

Sage Kiernan-Sherrow | News Editor

Walking into Western’s Health and Wellness center on Oct. 23, students were instantly greeted by a wall of positivity-related sticky notes, and invited to “take one, leave one” to encourage kindness and gratitude. This was the introduction to Western’s Health and Wellness Fair, where the basketball court in Western’s Health and Wellness Center was converted into a fair-esque setting, arranged with tables representing various local businesses and campus organizations dedicated to supporting student health and wellness. 

Students could walk from table to table to gain insight into different resources such as student support groups or local fitness-related programs. They were also able to take home free samples and score big prizes just for participating. Tables were giving out items like wolf-shaped stress balls, chapstick, supplements, coupons or free trials at various businesses and even essential oils.

Businesses like Dallas Health and Vitality Essentials were pioneering new technology, in this case, the BEMER, a chair designed to stimulates blood flow and oxygen supply. 

“We are no longer getting our essential nutrients from the food we eat, we have a severe lack of vital vitamins, and as a result our blood is not circulating like it should,” said owner of the business, Laurie Vail, “(but) everybody’s body is different.” 

Western students Chris Mizer and Daymon Stone were there representing the Monmouth Fitness Club. Both stated that they were “addicted to the gym.” Stone went as far as to say that he dedicates everything to his personal fitness and wants to open a gym in the future. Mizer said that his personal motto is “keep the first things first,” which translates to staying focused and not straying from your main goals.

Focusing more on the mental health aspect of overall wellness, Western’s Wellness Advocacy Group also attended the event, offering information related to their club, which meets Mondays from 4–5 p.m. in Todd Hall. According to Vice President Lea Sheldone and Social Media Coordinator Blanca De La Rosa, WAG orchestrates events like Paws for Positivity and the Out of Darkness walk for suicide prevention and awareness, which gathered over 140 people and raised almost $4,000 last year.  

 

Contact the author at howlnews@wou.edu

Stories from the children

Sage Kiernan-Sherrow | News Editor

 

Editor’s note: Content warning —

 

“The most painful thing you can do to a kid is separate them from the adult who cares for them,” said Willamette University Law Professor Warren Binford regarding the current United States Border crisis. Professor Binford was a member of a team who interviewed over 70 children currently being held at the U.S. border. She is a children’s law expert with a Masters with distinction in Education from Boston University and a Law degree from Harvard, and has been interviewed by various media outlets including CNN and PBS. 

On Wednesday, Oct. 23, Professor Binford was hosted by Western’s Model United Nations and the Salem United Nations Association to present a talk titled “4 Days in Clint,” which offered insight into the history of border control, included her accounts of the facilities detaining children separated from their loved ones, and proposed actions to increase awareness and support. 

Those in attendance were given postcards with direct quotes from children and mothers of children who are being detained at the border. Binford began by inviting the audience to read those quotes aloud. “We slept on a cement bench,” one quote read, pertaining to the conditions of the facility.

A room full of people sitting on padded seats listened while Binford said, “I wish that the quotes you read today were the exception, but the fact is that all along the southern border there are children who can testify to being treated the way that you just heard.” She then continued by explaining that the government has been involved in various child immigration issues since 1985, when the government would hold children as bait to try to get their parents who had illegally immigrated to reveal themselves by rescuing them. 

That prompted a 12-year fight for the children, which ended in the Flores Settlement Agreement of 1997 which granted children certain rights, primarily that children were to be provided with appropriate care and that they would be released first to their parents, then to another family member, another adult authorized by the family, and finally into foster care when there was no other alternative. 80% of the children in custody belonged to the first three categories at the time of the settlement passing.

However, Binford stated that it was “the Executive branch’s responsibility to implement those rights as regulations, but guess what happened? They never were promulgated, until just last summer.”

Binford also recounted the government’s verifiable entanglement in politics in the Northern Triangle, which represents the countries Honduras, El Salvedor and Guatemala, and how the U.S government’s conflict of interest in capital issues and ulterior motives to inhibit socialism from developing actually caused an influx in immigration. 

“We have been involved in Central American politics actively for 70 years and we know it,” said Binford. Families fleeing the gang violence caused by U.S. interference must travel over 1800 miles from the Northern Triangle to the border. During that journey, over 70% of girls report sexual assault, however this is a risk many are willing to take to escape the horrors of their homeland. Binford asserted, “generally, people don’t leave home unless they really have to.”

The U.S. government saw this influx in immigration and decided to come up with a plan that would deter families from crossing the border, which is why family separation has escalated into a crisis in 2019, Binford explained. However, “Research shows that if you want to deter migration, you don’t come down with strict migration policies, because that can actually increase migration … because people think … ‘this might be our last chance.’”

In 2017, when the government was first piloting family separation, Binford was a part of a team sent to inspect various border control facilities and assess their quality of care, and what she found was appalling. Despite the fact that border control standards maintain that they are only allowed to hold children for up to 72 hours, and the 20 days standard set by the Flores agreement, children were being held for months on end and separated from their families even in cases where the facility had the capacity to keep them together. In order to separate the family, mothers were told that they were “doing this to protect the child from trauma” regarding seeing the mother go through the court process. 

“Another mother talked about the fact that they told her they were taking her child away to give him a shower. I want you to think about that. I want you to think about the history of telling parents that they are giving their children showers, and the fact that U.S. government officials would say that,” said Binford. 

The children are being kept in abandoned military bases, or places like “The Walmart,” a previous Walmart superstore maintained by a non-profit called Southwest Key Programs and operated by a man called “Father Juan.” Father Juan, Binford stated, is an attorney from Harvard who is participating in the active displacement of children’s faith, culture, and language through acts such as separating indigenous children from each other, and having fundamentalist Christians teach the faith to a group of majority Catholic kids. 

Binford said, “we realized there is a type of cultural genocide going on in these facilities.” One wall of “The Walmart” is covered by “Juan-dollar bills,” which act as employee rewards for following “Father Juan’s” orders, and there is a mural dedicated to Donald Trump under which reads “sometimes, you have to lose the battle to win the war.”

Clint, on the other hand, is a tiny facility approved for 100 adults but currently holding 351 kids representing a range of ages. While Binford and her team were not able to inspect the facility itself, they were able to speak to the kids. 

“Many of them were sick, there was a lice outbreak, they were not being fed, they were not being given showers, they didn’t have soap, and most importantly, there was nobody taking care of them,” Binford said. The guards would make the older kids take care of the younger ones, but with no prior experience in doing so, they were disadvantaged. What’s equally as problematic, Binford said, is that this is being paid for by taxpayers dollars. 

“If you don’t want to believe that what we are doing is wrong ethically, then at least acknowledge that it’s a stupid thing to do financially.”

To conclude her presentation, Binford encouraged the public to take action through education, donation, engaging in conversation with legislatures, taking part in short-term fostering situations and most importantly, keeping the focus on telling the kid’s’ stories through art and through sites like amplifythechildren.org. 

“We don’t want them to whitewash the history and the brutality that these kids are experiencing,” Binford urged. 

At the very end of the talk, songwriter Kirsten Granger and guitarist Dan Wenzel of the band “True North” were invited to perform a song written on behalf of the children, in which the final verse conveyed, “abuelos hate to see us suffer, they’re out searching for our mothers, and they’ll bring our mothers soon.”

 

Contact the author at howlnews@wou.edu

Photos by Sage Kiernan-Sherrow

Opinion: Just a girl’s personal bias on why you shouldn’t just listen to music within your own language

Sage Kiernan-Sherrow | News Editor

Let me begin by first saying: I am in no way particularly knowledgeable about music production or the music industry; my opinions are just that — opinions — and I make no pretense that my tastes are more impeccable than anybody else’s. That being said, my good people of Western, we have a problem: people are avoiding music outside of their own bubbles.

Phrases such as “music transcends all boundaries” are commonplace, but it seems to me that we keep placing boundaries regardless, most prominently the boundary of language. And, I get it — people fear the unknown, and more than that, many people just don’t have an interest in listening to music that they can’t inherently understand. I confess, too, that I haven’t always been an “international music connoisseur,” but I place value in understanding people and learning about things outside of my bubble and in turn, I developed an interest in exploring music through a historical and cultural lens.

I’m going to come right out and say it, because you’re probably already thinking it, but yes, my first exposure to music not in English was through anime openings. Sound the alarms, I know that’s the ultimate cringey sentence for some. But hear me out because this article isn’t about that; there’s this anime called “NANA,” and the music for that anime was largely sung by a woman named Tsuchiya Anna, who I now credit with getting me interested in J-Rock, which in turn led me to think ‘huh, I wonder what else is out there,’ which then got me interested in K-Pop. 

And you might be wondering, what the hell does this have to do with that historical and cultural lens you were talking about? But through my interest in these musical genres, through time spent perusing YouTube for explanations behind lyrical intent, I’ve learned so much about the cultural values and historical significance of certain songs — from how a culture might perceive beauty standards to issues of government control — and I’ve come to have a real appreciation for the artistry of languages that I can’t understand without first doing some digging. 

Here’s a more specific example: I was in the YouTube abyss one night, watching compilation after compilation of music competition videos, when I stumbled upon a video of Elina Ivashchenko competing on “The Voice Kids Ukraine” while singing a cover of Jamala’s “1944,” a song dedicated to the forced migration of the Ukranian Tatars under the Stalin regime. You might be thinking “the what? I never learned this in school,” and if that’s what you’re thinking, then I was right on board with you. And that’s my point: my first introduction to the history of a people’s pain under annexation was from a 14-year-old girl on a competition show singing a song so hauntingly beautiful that I did my own research on its meaning which I carry with me now. Music has the power to do that, so why is it that we confine ourselves to the limitations of our perspective languages? The world is so much vaster.

 

Contact the author at skiernansherrow17@wou.edu

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From the humor section: Not-so-scary stories of our lives

Compiled by The Western Howl staff

Caity:

I was just three years old when my life was (almost) changed forever. Let me preface this by saying that I have been watching horror movies since I came out of the womb. I promise, I have good parents — and I turned out fine so it’s whatever. That being said, let me take you back to the year 2001, when my older sister Meagan sat me down to give me “the talk.” Not the one you’re probably thinking of. The other one. The one where your older siblings try to convince you that your parents aren’t your birth parents. Only this talk came with a twist.

Sitting on my bed, Meagan, who is seven years my senior, had a serious look on her face. Then she said it. The words that have stuck with me since:

“Caity, I have to tell you something… your real dad is Michael Myers. And he’s coming to pick you up today. So pack your stuff, you’re leaving tonight,” she said somberly.

I was terrified. But being the little angel I was, I started packing my stuff. What else are you supposed to do when you find out Mikey is your dad?! Tears rolling down my face, I grabbed my “Little Mermaid” suitcase and packed all of five shirts that could actually fit in the thing. It wasn’t until I was entirely done packing that my sister had the decency to tell me this was all one big joke. Haha, Meg. You really got 3-year-old me.

Anyways, to this day I still have an obsession with Michael Myers and all things “Halloween” and it’s probably because he’s my real dad. Love you, Dad.

 

Sage: 

You wanna know how I got these scars? The three ones that you can barely see on the palm of my hand? 

Well, imagine young, 14-year-old Sage. Closeted (that’s a pun, just wait), on my way to the haunted forest attraction that was a tradition for me and my then-best friend (who I was probably in love with and this story should be gayer than it is, but I digress). But before we could go and do that, we had to stop at my little sister’s elementary school halloween celebration where they decorated the hallways and had trick-or-treaters go through it like a maze. 

Now, I don’t know what self-respecting elementary school hires college students to act as ghouls and goblins, but what I do know is that they couldn’t tell the difference between high school freshman and college students, so my friend and I snuck in easily. They had what seemed like hundreds of costumes, and my friend and I settled on these absolutely horrifying clown masks, and, donning our hands with fake blood, we (completely unsupervised) found a door to hide behind in one of the hallways. 

It was a blast. Every time a little elementary schooler walked past, we’d leap up from our crouched position behind the door and banged on the windows, hollering and dramatically dragging our bloody fingers across the glass. Pretty sure we made some small beans pee their pants. 

And y’all, the tension was real, my friend and I pressed up next to each other, sweaty and bloody and feral. And that really would’ve been a brilliant time to make a move, if I hadn’t hit the window so hard, just as a kiddo was rounding the corner, that I put my hand straight through the glass. 

And I, ya know, just kind of held it there in shock, now with REAL blood gushing out of my hand. I think I let out a long, “uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” before suggesting we get someone. 

Anyways, we ruined the event and some random teacher had to escort me to find my mom, who then bandaged me up in the school bathroom while I giggled like a moron (cuz, shock). Surprisingly, my parents weren’t mad, BUT I did learn later on that the person’s door I had broken happened to be the ‘meanest teacher in school.’ Thank god we moved. 

And that’s the story about how I got too into the halloween festivities and ruined my first gay awakening by being an idiot. And I did, come out of the closet, figuratively at least. 

 

Never:

The year is sometime in the early 2000s, I am young, easily frightened, and trust my elder sister far too much. We were sharing a room at this time in our lives — as we did for our entire childhood and adolescence — she had the top bunk and I had the lowly bottom bunk. It was around Halloween, when we went to a friend’s place and her brother was watching a movie I know now as “The Ring,” a classic tale of horror where a mysterious voice will say on the phone, “You will die in seven days.” Low and behold, they would die in horrendous ways after seven days.

I could only stomach so much of the film, but I got the gist, and I wasn’t happy about it. That night lying in my bed, staring up towards where my sister peacefully slept I kept replaying the haunting movie in my head. That’s when I heard it — a whisper. 

“You…will die…in sevennn dayssss.” There was no mistaking this terrifying promise, I called for my sister, but she peacefully snored unaware of the horror I was facing.

Running on little sleep I was terrified the following day to go to bed, but my mom insisted, and there it was again, a cruel and unforgiving whisper.

“You will die…in six daysss.” This time I crawled up into my sister’s bed, distraught and in tears, begging for her to wake up.

This torture went on for five more days, and I kept silent; afraid to drag my mom or dad into something I had to face on my own.

My final day to live, I sat at the breakfast table and after picking at my plate and sniffing in tears, and my mom asking one last time, “What on Earth is wrong?” I finally told them the bad news.

“I’m going to die today.” When I mentioned the whispering voice who informed me of my sure demise, my sister stared at me with raised brows before stating matter-of-factly, “that was me, idiot.”