Denied, Approved — The New York MC reflects on his experience with Trumpian US immigration policy, and how it impacted his career ..read more

Search for Sanctuary — A Ukrainian living in London describes her struggle to bring her family members seeking refuge from war into the UK due to an uncompassionate immigration system ..read more

Borders kill — The Home Office claims to want to support people displaced by war, but is at the same time hosting a shadowy arms fair to help arms companies sell their deadly wares to stop people crossing borders ..read more

Search for Sanctuary — With two million displaced by the war, people scrambling to find safety are being met with callous immigration systems and racism at the border ..read more

Mitie must fall — A new campaign is calling on universities to sever ties with the private company that runs Britain’s immigration detention centres ..read more

Cops out — Over the weekend, London locals came together to resist a pre-planned police raid targeting delivery drivers ..read more

Exclusive investigation — In the years between 2017 and 2021, almost all immigration raids were conducted without a warrant a new Huck investigation has found ..read more

As the situation at the dangerously overcrowded immigration centre in Kent escalates, SOAS Detainee Support detail the appalling conditions they witnessed there ..read more

Photographer Emily-Jayne Nolan went down to Moth Club, Hackney to capture the anniversary show of Peace & Justice Project’s campaign to save grassroots music venues. Inside Hackney’s Moth Club, it’s warm. Not quite sweat dropping off the ceilings warm just yet, but it’s getting there. In the centre of the packed out room, people throw themselves at one another as the pounding drums and driving guitars of Ditz fill the room. Atop one of the booths that line the side of the room, microphone cable trailing high above heads from the stage, lead singer Cal Francis holds court, the melee of lim ..read more

Meet the young people finding life talking about death in cafes popping up across the world. As I entered a dimly lit room I didn’t know what to expect, and would’ve believed you if you told me I’d mistakenly joined a Book Club or Crochet Circle. Ten smiling faces looked back at me, and I selected my chair in the circle, anxiously waiting for the silence to break. When it did, my nerves dissipated, and my world opened up. This little room, at the end of an idyllic London Mews, was my first experience of a Death Cafe. It was my second date in a now, ironically deceased romance. When he fi ..read more