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April 30, 2012 | by  | in News |
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Craccum Uncracked

Dykes’ reign apparently endless

An attempt by some Auckland University students to oust the editor of student publication Craccum failed last week.

Students voted 144 votes to 83 against a motion of No Confidence in editor Thomas Dykes at an Auckland University Students’ Association (AUSA) Special General Meeting (SGM) last Thursday.

The motion, as previously reported in Salient, was the result of a petition by twenty students who claimed Dykes imposes his radical left wing views on the magazine’s content.

The SGM was held in the University’s quad, and the vote taken by a division where people moved to either side of space to vote for or against the motion.

One student, “Tim” tweeted that “perhaps the motion failed because only the tiny number of students who read Craccum actually turned up?”

Some participants lamented that Craccum’s quality had declined in 2012.

“Last year it was hard to get a copy, bins were empty by Wednesday, this year they are still full on Friday,” one said.

AUSA Administrative Vice President Sam Durbin disagreed, arguing that “Craccum hasn’t been good since 2009”.

The SGM ended with a handshake between Dykes and Kirk Jacinto, the student who had led the campaign to vote him out.

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