Maxi@AllForProgress_
The University of Leicester has pulled nearly three hundred UCAS offers for students who were expecting to start Modern Languages and Film Studies this September. The departments are being shut down. The students, many of whom will have turned down other universities and planned their year around going to Leicester, have been told to naff off and find somewhere else.
Leicester's UCU co-chair called it a "language-learning desert in the East Midlands." Nottingham has already suspended intake for over forty courses. Essex is closing its entire Southend campus this summer; eight hundred students told to commute to Colchester, four hundred staff let go, international enrolments down fifty-two per cent since 2021. Thirty thousand university jobs have gone across the sector in three years.
And the instinct, naturally, is to call this a crisis. I think it's something different.
There is no more transformative force for good in all of civilisation than education; and nothing better explains the straits we find ourselves in in 2026 than to consider how much better we were educating people in 1926 than we are now.
Nevertheless, an education industry is not the same as a culture of education. And I think what's happening across the tertiary education sector might be something closer to a long-overdue correction of a model that was, at bottom, a racket.
The British university sector spent thirty years expanding on the following proposition: charge every eighteen-year-old nine thousand two hundred and fifty pounds a year, regardless of aptitude, regardless of whether the degree has any labour-market value whatsoever.
It's great business. You are nominally giving the appearance of investing in your young by building a credential pipeline whose main output, as Rachel Reeves all but admitted earlier this year, is the never-ending interest payments on student loans that allow government to continue spending money on black-hole entitlement schemes, while keeping your brand new confected middle class in debt slavery forever after.
Once you've got the domestic student body enlarging at a sufficient clip, you start to really bolster the institutional funds with a parallel stream of international students paying three times what the locals pay for the privilege of a British institutional stamp on their CV.
You take the money, build a vanity campus in a satellite town, pay the vice-chancellor £666,000 a year (Oxford, since you ask, though perhaps they've earned the right), and then act stunned when the international pipeline dries up and the sums stop working.
These institutions were not, in the main, parsing the frontiers of human knowledge. They were running a fee-collection operation with a graduation ceremony bolted on. The students were the revenue line; the degree was the packaging; and now that the customers are thinning out, the factories are closing, and the people who ran them would like the taxpayer to treat this as a tragedy rather than a consequence.
If they cannot serve to demand, if they do not have a service worth providing, if they are in excess to the demand that would sustain them, then we must them close.
Let the ones that are genuinely excellent survive on merit, and for those that do not, let something be built in their place that fills in the gaping craters in our economic firmament by teaching people to do things the country actually needs done.
Britain managed to produce Newton, Darwin, and the entire Industrial Revolution - managed to establish a system that spread more intelligence throughout the world than any other nation before or since - before anyone decided that fifty per cent of school leavers needed a three-year residential degree whose value as a credential has been utterly annihilated by academic inflation, and economically voided by a lack of graduate jobs.