Similarly, this semester of Honi Soit rings loudly with the voices of students that have been let down by the institutions that claim to represent them. This semester, students have written about the systemic failure of the University to respond to sexual harassment and assault across campus. They have covered peaceful protests disrupted by riot police, and have reported on a budget where education was once again just a peripheral buzzword.
I don’t like to overemphasise what Honi is or what Honi does. It is just one voice in an overcrowded debate about the future of this country. But we shouldn’t sell ourselves short either. In a University where privilege is etched into the sandstone, the students who create for Honi attempt to inspire change. In a world that feels increasingly hopeless, it is these young people that give me hope.