In 1993 Ross Himiona, wrote, “Maori politics are practiced with great gusto, much noise, good humour, and sometimes too with considerable acrimony, … by the wise and respected, … by the not-so-wise, by the manipulators, numbers men and power brokers, behind doors and in dark corners; … by our womenfolk quietly getting on with the real business while the men prance and bluster; just like the other variety.”
The big difference of course is that the other variety doesn’t have to first convince its constituency to vote. That’s the dual challenge for Maori in this year’s local body elections; convince Pakeha that it’s in their interests to vote for you, and Maori that it’s in their interests to vote – period.
You’d be smart to run as part of a slate of candidates who are known to be good listeners, harder workers and champion communicators. And you’d be smarter still to avoid the killer mistakes that put paid to Maori success in the past. First, don’t stand Maori against each other. In 2004 three Pakeha and four Maori competed for two seats in the Western Ward. Result? Two Pakeha won. Second, don’t let mana get in the way of eliminating weak wannabe candidates. If someone can’t attract Pakeha support and excite Maori participation, do everyone a favour and cut them. Third, while you should talk to them, avoid public endorsements for your campaign by any organisation. Electoral laws on campaign spending aside, they can lose you more votes than they’re worth. Finally, don’t run with Maori only nominees or so-called Maori issues. Pick people with character and ability who understand that every issue is of interest to Maori.
Some independent candidates will likely get in, regardless of anything you do. Look at who amongst them might make attractive allies on Council, but don’t get too bogged down trying to win them over pre-election. The same goes for the Mayoralty. Run your own strong candidate before thinking about how you might work with an independent.
You should already have a hard-charging campaign team on the ground to raise the money, run the strategies and close the connections between you and the voters. Engari, the Maori Party showed that, even at very short notice, it can still be done successfully.
Policy statements haven’t played an important part in past local body elections up this way. But this year, if you’ve got a strong slate, a heavyweight Mayoral contender, an ace campaign team and key alliances, then a policy platform that tells voters clearly what to expect from you would be nothing but a plus.
If you can pull it all together in the next few weeks, you’ve got a fighting chance to overcome the dual challenge of conservative Pakeha and disengaged Maori voters, although, from my point of view, the real political challenge facing this entire country is how to make the Maori political process part of the mainstream.
So, how do you convince a Pakeha to vote for a Maori? The same way you convince a Maori to vote. Put your head down and bum up, than go kanohi ki te kanohi and door to door for every vote.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
WHAT'S THE BUZZ
This weekend I attended two quite different but equally invigorating events. Friday night I went up to the powhiri at Parapara marae, the venue for the long-awaited Tangaroa me ana Tamariki hui, and was blown away by a couple of things. First the Pakeha there almost outnumbered Maori. Second, as soon as manuhiri arrived they went into the whare kai to help get the evening meal ready. That told me straight away this was going to be a hui where a number of different groups would work together practically and get to know something about what made the others tick.
This hui came out of korero between the workers of the Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Group, Te Whakaminenga, the Department of Conservation and Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu. Now, you couldn’t get a more motley crew if you tried. But they took their shared sense of caring for the sea and everything in it, and they carried on talking to each other. The result was the hui – a bridge if you like. For the sake of Tangaroa me ana Tamariki, me nga iwi katoa, I hope it’s one that will get used and extended often.
Sunday, our whanau joined the throngs down at the local pool to celebrate Children’s Day. There was a good buzz happening right from the off with free sausages and cold water being served on demand plus plenty of cool handouts promoting the love and protection of our Tamariki. When the giant inflatable train / obstacle thingy was floated, the buzz deepened. Moving amongst the myriads of ages, shapes, genders, sizes, races and creeds packed around and in the pool I felt the moment when that buzz shifted from good to primo.
Spacifix is a West Auckland hip-hop band who started as a school group three years ago, write and record their own songs, tour extensively and have a TV series. Fresh back from Los Angeles they turned up at Kaitaia on Sunday.
This hui came out of korero between the workers of the Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Group, Te Whakaminenga, the Department of Conservation and Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu. Now, you couldn’t get a more motley crew if you tried. But they took their shared sense of caring for the sea and everything in it, and they carried on talking to each other. The result was the hui – a bridge if you like. For the sake of Tangaroa me ana Tamariki, me nga iwi katoa, I hope it’s one that will get used and extended often.
Sunday, our whanau joined the throngs down at the local pool to celebrate Children’s Day. There was a good buzz happening right from the off with free sausages and cold water being served on demand plus plenty of cool handouts promoting the love and protection of our Tamariki. When the giant inflatable train / obstacle thingy was floated, the buzz deepened. Moving amongst the myriads of ages, shapes, genders, sizes, races and creeds packed around and in the pool I felt the moment when that buzz shifted from good to primo.
Nah - this is really a pool in China. Look relaxing to you?
Spacifix is a West Auckland hip-hop band who started as a school group three years ago, write and record their own songs, tour extensively and have a TV series. Fresh back from Los Angeles they turned up at Kaitaia on Sunday.
Love that Hair. These guys had energy to spare.
What a coup for the organizers, and what a frisson for the crowd. Yep. Their arrival onstage definitely marked the moment that Children’s Day went primo. And don’t ever believe hip-hop is only for brown boys. Because, quite frankly, this fifty year old nanna reckons we could do with way more events like this one in our town. And, judging by the way he rocked his five month old to sleep bopping to the beat, at least one young Pakeha dad would agree. Way to go REAP, Whakawhitiora Pai, Te Hiku Media and everyone else responsible. More please.
To close – last week Trevor Mallard and Mark Burton (Ministers of State-Owned Enterprises and Treaty Settlements respectively) opted for a common-sense month long moratorium on Landcorp sales while they review the ‘policies’ involved. We’re not out of the woods yet regarding Rangiputa, but we have every base covered and will do everything we can to help the Ministers in their review. If you’re interested in knowing more you’re always welcome to phone or call in to our Parkdale Crescent office any time. Or come to the Runanga hui-a-marama on Saturday 31st at Kareponia marae.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Monday, March 12, 2007
CHOOSE YOU THIS DAY
Na e aku tuakana teina aroha, ko ahau ko Anahera ki te ritenga o te mahi e tau ana ki runga ki a au hei mahi maku ki te Atua, hei whakanui maku i toku karangatanga i runga i te whakaaro nui, kua tae ake nei ahau ki a koutou i tenei ra kia whakapuaki ai ahau i te kupu a te Atua ki a koutou. One of the things that defines being Ngati Kahu is spirituality. Go to any hui and you can guarantee that someone will be called on to open and close it in karakia. Prayer is great, but not when it’s used to disguise ill-will. I am talking directly to you who lost the battle for Ngati Kahu’s mandate.
The mandated negotiators work hard to keep everyone informed, including you. But you work harder at staying uninformed. Na, kei te mohio tonu koutou, i nga wa kua pahure ake nei, i u tonu ratou ki te whakarite i te karangatanga i karangatia ai ratou. Yet you won’t come to the well-notified monthly Runanga hui where there’s a clear standing agenda item – ‘Negotiators’ Report’ – up for discussion every time. I personally put into your hands all the written negotiators’ reports that had been tabled for the last four years. But, instead of acknowledging their hard work, integrity and transparency, you called a hui and gave them two days notice that their presence was required to report to you. When they declined to meet this unreasonable ‘request,’ you complained you were being ignored instead of owning up to the truth that you were being ignorant.
You want the negotiators to work with and for your leader because you reckon he can open doors in government that they can’t. That might or might not be true. But more to the point, if this government is willing to do a better deal with someone who failed to get the mandate of the people, rather than with those who hold it, doesn’t that ring ethical alarm bells for you?
The negotiators have had a presence at all your hui except the last one so, if you genuinely want to know and have a say in what’s happening, come to the next Runanga hui at Kareponia on the 31st. And before you moan at being talked to through the media, remember that you’ve had this invitation put to you in person several times already, but still haven’t come.
Ae ra, nana toku wairua i whakapouri nana ahau i mea kia memenge i te whakama i mua i te aroaro o toku Kai-hanga, kia whakaatu atu ahau kia koutou mo te kino o o koutou ngakau. He mea pouri ano hoki ki ahau kia korero ahau me te maia, me te nui o te reo ki a koutou, i te aroaro o a matou kaumatua me a matou kuia, he tokomaha o ratou e tino ngawari ana ta ratou whakaaro, e hekore ana, e tu-oi ana i te aroaro o te Atua, ko te mea ia e ahuareka ana ki te Atua.
You have a clear choice before you. Follow the path of the one who sows discord amongst the people, and you might reap war. Follow the path that Paul recommends in 1 Timothy 2:1 – 2, and we will all reap peace.
Both paths are spiritual, but only one is tika. Hei konei. Hei kona.
The mandated negotiators work hard to keep everyone informed, including you. But you work harder at staying uninformed. Na, kei te mohio tonu koutou, i nga wa kua pahure ake nei, i u tonu ratou ki te whakarite i te karangatanga i karangatia ai ratou. Yet you won’t come to the well-notified monthly Runanga hui where there’s a clear standing agenda item – ‘Negotiators’ Report’ – up for discussion every time. I personally put into your hands all the written negotiators’ reports that had been tabled for the last four years. But, instead of acknowledging their hard work, integrity and transparency, you called a hui and gave them two days notice that their presence was required to report to you. When they declined to meet this unreasonable ‘request,’ you complained you were being ignored instead of owning up to the truth that you were being ignorant.
You want the negotiators to work with and for your leader because you reckon he can open doors in government that they can’t. That might or might not be true. But more to the point, if this government is willing to do a better deal with someone who failed to get the mandate of the people, rather than with those who hold it, doesn’t that ring ethical alarm bells for you?
The negotiators have had a presence at all your hui except the last one so, if you genuinely want to know and have a say in what’s happening, come to the next Runanga hui at Kareponia on the 31st. And before you moan at being talked to through the media, remember that you’ve had this invitation put to you in person several times already, but still haven’t come.
Ae ra, nana toku wairua i whakapouri nana ahau i mea kia memenge i te whakama i mua i te aroaro o toku Kai-hanga, kia whakaatu atu ahau kia koutou mo te kino o o koutou ngakau. He mea pouri ano hoki ki ahau kia korero ahau me te maia, me te nui o te reo ki a koutou, i te aroaro o a matou kaumatua me a matou kuia, he tokomaha o ratou e tino ngawari ana ta ratou whakaaro, e hekore ana, e tu-oi ana i te aroaro o te Atua, ko te mea ia e ahuareka ana ki te Atua.
You have a clear choice before you. Follow the path of the one who sows discord amongst the people, and you might reap war. Follow the path that Paul recommends in 1 Timothy 2:1 – 2, and we will all reap peace.
Both paths are spiritual, but only one is tika. Hei konei. Hei kona.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
RANGIPUTA HIKOI
Although I wasn’t there, (had to keep a prior appointment), the Hikoi through town last Friday went off like clockwork I hear, thanks to the organizational efforts of those on the Noho Whenua as well as old hands like our Taitokerau Member of Parliament.Thanks also to the many Pakeha who have either lived long enough amongst us to know the justice of our land claims, or are fair-minded enough to have acquainted yourselves with the facts. Having done so, you have supported our cause and not felt threatened by or resentful of the truth that this land should eventually be returned to Ngati Kahu. Thank you also to the workers on the station. Although you’re loyal and good employees of Landcorp, you’re also part of our community, and we’ve had korero kanohi ki te kanohi at a good and human level with you all.
Sadly that’s not been the case with the Office of Treaty Settlements Director (Paul James), Landcorp’s CEO (Chris Kelly), and Landcorp’s Board who are chaired by Jim Sutton, an ex-Labour MP, now a roving Ambassador for New Zealand. Sure they’ve been polite enough, but in the end they’ve all chosen to actively pursue or passively watch the carve-up and sale of our land. To do so they have had to first ignore and deny at an almost cellular level the truth that they are perpetrating and benefiting from an ongoing land theft. It genuinely puzzles me how and why the eight Directors on the Landcorp Board in particular can do that. They are all passionate landowners themselves. So I wonder, if their land was stolen as ours has been, when would they and their descendants stop seeking its return?
But orchestrating it all are the Crown Ministers behind the Office of Treaty Settlements and Landcorp. Trevor Mallard (Minister of State-Owned Enterprises), Michael Cullen (Minister of Finance), and Mark Burton (Minister of Treaty Negotiations) cannot show how they got their hands on our land. Yet, rather than do the honourable thing and work towards giving it back to us, they’ve all chosen to ape Pontius Pilate and Herod. Well wash away you Honourable members. It’s clear you’re here after every cent you can gouge out of our land, and I don’t doubt that you’ll be able to dodge justice a while longer. But how you’ll stand and defend your actions in the hereafter, I have no idea.
Hoha matou! We get tired of it sometimes, BUT we will carry on trying to get our ever-changing Treaty partner to do the right thing and follow its own rules.
And with that in mind, a final and emphatic thanks to Hone Harawira for the excellent questions in the House. Pai ana to mahi Hone hei reo mo tatou i te whare Ngarara. Rangatira o korero. Kua mau nga mahi a te Kawana. Koia e wetiweti nei ki nga Kereme nei.
Kia kaha tatou ma. Hei konei. Hei kona.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
THE WOVEN PEOPLE
Out at the noho whenua on Rangiputa last Saturday I heard a catch-cry I often hear that goes along the lines of, "We’re all the same." Whenever I hear stuff like that, I know straight away I'm listening to someone who's feeling different to me and really means, “I want you to be more like me"
To reword something written by C S Lewis: No man who says, we are all the same, believes it. He wouldn't say it if he did. The St. Bernard never says it to the toy dog, nor the scholar to the dunce, nor the employable to the bum, nor the pretty woman to the plain. The claim to sameness is made only by those who feel uncomfortable about others’ differences.
Take a look at the weaving in this picture. The korowai at the top is by the late Nicky Lawrence. The rain cape (pake) at the bottom is, I think, done by Jane Allan and Betsy Young of Ngataki. The silky, milky muka and the green putiputi are by Lydia Smith, while the whariki on which they lie were a joint effort by a number of us under Lydia's guidance. Although they are different in make, form and usage, these items are all woven on two universal principles – the horizontal weft and the vertical warp. Just like love' and 'marriage, you can't have one without the other. Well, you can try, but they’ll fall apart as sure as eggs.
Koutou ma – we don't have to be like each other. We don’t even have to like each other, although that would be nice. But we do have to live alongside each other. Why not do it as a woven people? Te whiringa o te muka tangata, ne? Hei konei. Hei kona.
To reword something written by C S Lewis: No man who says, we are all the same, believes it. He wouldn't say it if he did. The St. Bernard never says it to the toy dog, nor the scholar to the dunce, nor the employable to the bum, nor the pretty woman to the plain. The claim to sameness is made only by those who feel uncomfortable about others’ differences.
Take a look at the weaving in this picture. The korowai at the top is by the late Nicky Lawrence. The rain cape (pake) at the bottom is, I think, done by Jane Allan and Betsy Young of Ngataki. The silky, milky muka and the green putiputi are by Lydia Smith, while the whariki on which they lie were a joint effort by a number of us under Lydia's guidance. Although they are different in make, form and usage, these items are all woven on two universal principles – the horizontal weft and the vertical warp. Just like love' and 'marriage, you can't have one without the other. Well, you can try, but they’ll fall apart as sure as eggs.Koutou ma – we don't have to be like each other. We don’t even have to like each other, although that would be nice. But we do have to live alongside each other. Why not do it as a woven people? Te whiringa o te muka tangata, ne? Hei konei. Hei kona.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
RANGIPUTA REPOSSESSION
In the 1980s, under pressure from Maori, the government created 27B memorials on Crown lands under claim that were being transferred into the State Owned Enterprises (SOEs). For Ngati Kahu this included the Rangiputa station on the Karikari peninsula which is now being used by Landcorp. The idea was that the station would remain available to Ngati Kahu for inclusion in any eventual settlement. But because of the way the Crown has set it up, even though it got the land for nothing, it tries to assert that Ngati Kahu can only get it back if we buy it at market value using the cash portion of any settlement package we might accept.
Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu holds the mandate to negotiate this and all other historical claims of Ngati Kahu. In October last year the Office of Treaty Settlements let our negotiators know that Landcorp was going to carve off a small section of the station and put it on the open market with an asking price of $3.5 – $4 million. Now, given that the Crown had offered us no more than $8million cash to settle all our claims – you can bet we objected. Do the math yourself. If this small section of the station chews up 50% of the entire settlement cash being offered, we really don’t have much hope of getting the entire station back do we?
Still, we didn’t give up. We decided to find a capital venture partner who would provide us the money to negotiate a fair price with Landcorp in exchange for a long-term leaseback arrangement on the section which would allow him to recoup and grow his investment. That way Landcorp would get its cash, Ngati Kahu would hold ownership over of its land, the investor would get the use of it for an agreed term and, at the end of that term, usage would also come back to Ngati Kahu. The idea isn’t new. It’s been successfully done all over the world, including in Auckland where Ngati Whatua has an agreement over the Devonport Naval Base. It was a win-win for everyone. But nope – Landcorp wasn’t interested. Its CEO told our lawyer that the property would go on the open market in early 2007.
Our negotiators asked the Office of Treaty Settlements to purchase the section and hold it in the Landbank, which is another flawed but tried mechanism set up by the Crown to supposedly protect claim lands from being irrevocably alienated away before settlement. But nope – OTS didn’t have the money. Next the Urlich whanau of Te Whanau Moana, the local hapu out at Rangiputa, tried to engage the Crown and Landcorp in sincere dialogue. But no – they too were treated with disdain and fob-offs. Make no mistake. This land was stolen by the Crown. This is backed up by the Crown’s own Waitangi Tribunal which reported in 1997 that it was never sold. The Crown and its tentacles have made mega-bucks off it and continue to do so.
In last Thursday’s Age there was a glowing description of the land going up for sale. For Te Whanau Moana and Ngati Kahu that was the final straw. We have tried every possible avenue to resolve this. Been to the Tribunal, got a report that’s now ten years old, entered negotiations and offered innovative solutions. And what have we got out of it thus far? Nothing. So when you hear that there is an “occupation” out at Rangiputa, don’t you believe it. It’s just Te Whanau Moana repossessing a small part of its whenua.
Kia kaha koutou ma. E tautoko kaha ana Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu me nga tini hapu o Ngati Kahu i tenei mahi toa, mahi tika.
Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu holds the mandate to negotiate this and all other historical claims of Ngati Kahu. In October last year the Office of Treaty Settlements let our negotiators know that Landcorp was going to carve off a small section of the station and put it on the open market with an asking price of $3.5 – $4 million. Now, given that the Crown had offered us no more than $8million cash to settle all our claims – you can bet we objected. Do the math yourself. If this small section of the station chews up 50% of the entire settlement cash being offered, we really don’t have much hope of getting the entire station back do we?
Still, we didn’t give up. We decided to find a capital venture partner who would provide us the money to negotiate a fair price with Landcorp in exchange for a long-term leaseback arrangement on the section which would allow him to recoup and grow his investment. That way Landcorp would get its cash, Ngati Kahu would hold ownership over of its land, the investor would get the use of it for an agreed term and, at the end of that term, usage would also come back to Ngati Kahu. The idea isn’t new. It’s been successfully done all over the world, including in Auckland where Ngati Whatua has an agreement over the Devonport Naval Base. It was a win-win for everyone. But nope – Landcorp wasn’t interested. Its CEO told our lawyer that the property would go on the open market in early 2007.
Our negotiators asked the Office of Treaty Settlements to purchase the section and hold it in the Landbank, which is another flawed but tried mechanism set up by the Crown to supposedly protect claim lands from being irrevocably alienated away before settlement. But nope – OTS didn’t have the money. Next the Urlich whanau of Te Whanau Moana, the local hapu out at Rangiputa, tried to engage the Crown and Landcorp in sincere dialogue. But no – they too were treated with disdain and fob-offs. Make no mistake. This land was stolen by the Crown. This is backed up by the Crown’s own Waitangi Tribunal which reported in 1997 that it was never sold. The Crown and its tentacles have made mega-bucks off it and continue to do so.
In last Thursday’s Age there was a glowing description of the land going up for sale. For Te Whanau Moana and Ngati Kahu that was the final straw. We have tried every possible avenue to resolve this. Been to the Tribunal, got a report that’s now ten years old, entered negotiations and offered innovative solutions. And what have we got out of it thus far? Nothing. So when you hear that there is an “occupation” out at Rangiputa, don’t you believe it. It’s just Te Whanau Moana repossessing a small part of its whenua.
Kia kaha koutou ma. E tautoko kaha ana Te Runanga-a-Iwi-o Ngati Kahu me nga tini hapu o Ngati Kahu i tenei mahi toa, mahi tika.Thursday, January 25, 2007
BEING HERE
Sometimes being an iwi insider can be a pain. Like when I hear the words “mai ra ano” as an explanation for why things can or will never change. Don’t get me wrong, I get a kick out of being here and I value those traditions that give shape and meaning to this life. But even paradise can start to pall if things forever remain the same. So I’m really grateful to be something of a magnet for quirky people.
They challenge, exasperate and bug the heck out of me … and yet I must like being here with them because I have no trouble telling people to permanently go away, and I’ve yet to do that with any of them.
There’s my old mate, a Pakeha, who has for years annoyed me with his korero about a “third way” which, according to him, will result as we in this country move from being either western (read Pakeha) or eastern (insert Maori) to this “third way.” He was bad enough on his own then he met and joined up with one of my Kaumatua. Together they prove the theory that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. I don’t happen to agree with hardly a thing they have to say … and yet I admire their passion and commitment to the “third way” that they now actively promote throughout the motu.
Another man I worked with was a chronic boozer who, after decades of marriage, had to build himself a custom-made “dogbox” in which to sleep off his benders because his former one got totaled one morning by a visiting horse. I think it involved the horse’s head. Not long after that he and a pal established a political party and their meetings were always in the office I shared with him. I never heard such learned discussions before … nor since. He exasperated me no end with what I saw as an utter waste of one of the best intellects ever to visit this earth … and yet I always felt energized when he was around. God rest his pickled soul.
If you have an hour or a day to spare I recommend you spend it with another mate of mine to just listen to him alternatively korero i te reo Maori and English. You say you don’t speak or understand te reo? Believe me it won’t matter, you won’t get much more than an edgeways word in every now and then anyway. But sit with him long enough and I promise you this – you will learn so much more than you ever thought possible about yourself. Many of my other quirky mates would tell you not to waste your time … and yet his challenging company remains a stimulus for some of their own best thinking moments.
I make no apologies to my well-loved friends who have either been included or excluded from this column. You are truly awesome people so don’t feel anything but pride if I’ve shared some thoughts about you, because you are the point, the reason and even the message for today.
Being here is a privilege. It doesn’t last long. Think about that. That’s one thing that quirky people do really well. Instead of rejecting the possibilities with a “mai ra ano” they think in unlimited ways. They are the ones who give me hope that it might actually still be possible to have an original thought. You know – the kind that produced the wheel and changed the world. Let’s face it, there’s precious little of it happening anymore. But if it does happen it’ll come from one of them. It may even come from one of you. And that would make any pain well worthwhile. God willing.
Hei konei Hei kona.
They challenge, exasperate and bug the heck out of me … and yet I must like being here with them because I have no trouble telling people to permanently go away, and I’ve yet to do that with any of them.
There’s my old mate, a Pakeha, who has for years annoyed me with his korero about a “third way” which, according to him, will result as we in this country move from being either western (read Pakeha) or eastern (insert Maori) to this “third way.” He was bad enough on his own then he met and joined up with one of my Kaumatua. Together they prove the theory that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. I don’t happen to agree with hardly a thing they have to say … and yet I admire their passion and commitment to the “third way” that they now actively promote throughout the motu.
Another man I worked with was a chronic boozer who, after decades of marriage, had to build himself a custom-made “dogbox” in which to sleep off his benders because his former one got totaled one morning by a visiting horse. I think it involved the horse’s head. Not long after that he and a pal established a political party and their meetings were always in the office I shared with him. I never heard such learned discussions before … nor since. He exasperated me no end with what I saw as an utter waste of one of the best intellects ever to visit this earth … and yet I always felt energized when he was around. God rest his pickled soul.
If you have an hour or a day to spare I recommend you spend it with another mate of mine to just listen to him alternatively korero i te reo Maori and English. You say you don’t speak or understand te reo? Believe me it won’t matter, you won’t get much more than an edgeways word in every now and then anyway. But sit with him long enough and I promise you this – you will learn so much more than you ever thought possible about yourself. Many of my other quirky mates would tell you not to waste your time … and yet his challenging company remains a stimulus for some of their own best thinking moments.
I make no apologies to my well-loved friends who have either been included or excluded from this column. You are truly awesome people so don’t feel anything but pride if I’ve shared some thoughts about you, because you are the point, the reason and even the message for today.
Being here is a privilege. It doesn’t last long. Think about that. That’s one thing that quirky people do really well. Instead of rejecting the possibilities with a “mai ra ano” they think in unlimited ways. They are the ones who give me hope that it might actually still be possible to have an original thought. You know – the kind that produced the wheel and changed the world. Let’s face it, there’s precious little of it happening anymore. But if it does happen it’ll come from one of them. It may even come from one of you. And that would make any pain well worthwhile. God willing.
Hei konei Hei kona.
ON YOUR SHOULDERS
THE ANNUAL GENERAL
Since becoming CEO with Ngati Kahu I’ve come up with my own interpretation of the acronym – Carry Every One!
One of the most stressful times of the year is that leading up to and inclusive of an Annual General Meeting. This being both my first AGM with Ngati Kahu and my first as a CEO made it nerve-wracking, hair-tearing stuff as my three month lead in time dwindled to weeks then days before the final ‘i’ got dotted and the last ‘t’ was crossed on the Annual Report.
As a result I’m giving a very stern warning to everyone from our directors to our printers – please don’t do this to me next year. OK?
Anyway it turned out to be a great day at Oturu marae. The deliberations were deliberate, the humour was hilarious and the goodwill was … good. Oh yeah, the finances received an unqualified audit report, and so too did the food which was fabulous. More importantly, the unity of purpose and passion lit up the day as bright as the sunshine outside. Yeah I know, you can just about hear the birds singing and the harps playing. Put all cynicism aside, those who missed it missed something special.
TANGAROA ME ANA TAMARIKI
So don’t miss out again this weekend when Parapara marae hosts this Tangaroa me ana Tamariki wananga which literally means, for those still learning the reo, Tangaroa and his Children. But you know Maori, we need to look behind the literal and find the symbol, and it’ll help you to do the same if you want to build the relationship with us and to be part of protecting the marine environment in our rohe.
There’ll be some talk, some practice and heaps of learning. Presenters include Kaumatua, marine biologists, and local Taipa Area School students. They’ll cover a range of kaupapa like how to build and use a hinaki, monitoring marine health and making it happen. If it is fine on the Saturday, there could be a trip to Aurere.
The hui is being co-hosted by the Department of Conservation, Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Group, Te Runanga-a-Iwi O Ngati Kahu and Te Whakaminenga. Come along for the whole weekend or come along for an hour. Everyone is welcome. Oh, and a plate for supper on Friday and a hand in the whare kai would be very much appreciated.
PATHOLOGIST SERVICES IN KAITAIA
Sorry to close on a glum note but I have to signal something that’s going to get my attention. Sitting at the market on Saturday morning I met a whanaunga who told me that post mortems are all being done in Auckland now. Probably not news to a lot of you but, man, who needs the additional burden of having to travel to Auckland and back when you’re already heartbroken and might also be broke?
We’ve got a local funeral service that’s building a new complex with purpose-built post mortem facilities included. So what’s the problem about doing post-mortems up here? That’s what I’m going to find out.
CEO remember.
Since becoming CEO with Ngati Kahu I’ve come up with my own interpretation of the acronym – Carry Every One!
One of the most stressful times of the year is that leading up to and inclusive of an Annual General Meeting. This being both my first AGM with Ngati Kahu and my first as a CEO made it nerve-wracking, hair-tearing stuff as my three month lead in time dwindled to weeks then days before the final ‘i’ got dotted and the last ‘t’ was crossed on the Annual Report.
As a result I’m giving a very stern warning to everyone from our directors to our printers – please don’t do this to me next year. OK?
Anyway it turned out to be a great day at Oturu marae. The deliberations were deliberate, the humour was hilarious and the goodwill was … good. Oh yeah, the finances received an unqualified audit report, and so too did the food which was fabulous. More importantly, the unity of purpose and passion lit up the day as bright as the sunshine outside. Yeah I know, you can just about hear the birds singing and the harps playing. Put all cynicism aside, those who missed it missed something special.
TANGAROA ME ANA TAMARIKI
So don’t miss out again this weekend when Parapara marae hosts this Tangaroa me ana Tamariki wananga which literally means, for those still learning the reo, Tangaroa and his Children. But you know Maori, we need to look behind the literal and find the symbol, and it’ll help you to do the same if you want to build the relationship with us and to be part of protecting the marine environment in our rohe.
There’ll be some talk, some practice and heaps of learning. Presenters include Kaumatua, marine biologists, and local Taipa Area School students. They’ll cover a range of kaupapa like how to build and use a hinaki, monitoring marine health and making it happen. If it is fine on the Saturday, there could be a trip to Aurere.
The hui is being co-hosted by the Department of Conservation, Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Group, Te Runanga-a-Iwi O Ngati Kahu and Te Whakaminenga. Come along for the whole weekend or come along for an hour. Everyone is welcome. Oh, and a plate for supper on Friday and a hand in the whare kai would be very much appreciated.
PATHOLOGIST SERVICES IN KAITAIA
Sorry to close on a glum note but I have to signal something that’s going to get my attention. Sitting at the market on Saturday morning I met a whanaunga who told me that post mortems are all being done in Auckland now. Probably not news to a lot of you but, man, who needs the additional burden of having to travel to Auckland and back when you’re already heartbroken and might also be broke?
We’ve got a local funeral service that’s building a new complex with purpose-built post mortem facilities included. So what’s the problem about doing post-mortems up here? That’s what I’m going to find out.
CEO remember.
HERE'S TO THE DREAMERS
Industry captains and benny-day millionaires, five year old boys and fifty year old nannas, local governments and marae committees – they all have a dream for the future. The difference between realizing their dream and watching it turn to dust most often boils down to three simple things.
Belief is first up – the kind that does not let anything cloud the dream. Second up is planning – the kind that takes note of then disregards how or even if the dream stacks up against everyone else’s. Because if you play that game the ones at the top of the heap tend to stay there and the best everyone lower down can hope for is to be asked how they feel about the deal when, in most cases, it’s already done and dusted.
Too many times that’s how consultation feels when it comes to central, regional and local government plans. You can forgive people if they feel it ain’t worth the bother. But Ngati Kahu doesn’t have that option. In fact no iwi authority does when the consultation and plans are all about the use and development of our resources. In the face of every attempt to ignore, destroy or diminish that simple fact, it not only persists – it positively flourishes.
The government passed the Foreshore and Seabed Act, so Maori put people in Parliament with the nouse and guts to seek its repeal. Council decided that a resource consent application for an overbridge on to the foreshore didn’t need to be notified, so Maori took firm action and the development halted. The Resource Management Act became government’s legislative framework, so Maori churned out resource management graduates by the bucketload who used it to enhance our practice and government’s understanding of kaitiakitanga.
That’s the reactionary aspect of being whanau, hapu and iwi in Aotearoa. But the really mindboggling achievements are in the proactive stuff that’s going on out here in iwi-land. We have produced educators, broadcasters, jurists, tradesmen, entrepreneurs and other influencers – most of them legitimate and most holding the same world view as our tupuna had of this country’s resources. Naku te ao. Eventually all that collective belief adds up to reality.
That brings me to the last and probably hardest part of realizing our dreams – relating to all those others who either share or think they share our interests. The good news is that it doesn’t have to be hard. Right now Ngati Kahu, the Department of Conservation and the Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Society are all working together to enhance the protection of our marine environment. It has its exciting moments but largely it’s being done very amicably under the mana whenua / mana moana of Ngati Kahu.
So here’s to the dreamers and schemers amongst us who turn the impossible into the unremarkable. Long may we dream.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Belief is first up – the kind that does not let anything cloud the dream. Second up is planning – the kind that takes note of then disregards how or even if the dream stacks up against everyone else’s. Because if you play that game the ones at the top of the heap tend to stay there and the best everyone lower down can hope for is to be asked how they feel about the deal when, in most cases, it’s already done and dusted.
Too many times that’s how consultation feels when it comes to central, regional and local government plans. You can forgive people if they feel it ain’t worth the bother. But Ngati Kahu doesn’t have that option. In fact no iwi authority does when the consultation and plans are all about the use and development of our resources. In the face of every attempt to ignore, destroy or diminish that simple fact, it not only persists – it positively flourishes.
The government passed the Foreshore and Seabed Act, so Maori put people in Parliament with the nouse and guts to seek its repeal. Council decided that a resource consent application for an overbridge on to the foreshore didn’t need to be notified, so Maori took firm action and the development halted. The Resource Management Act became government’s legislative framework, so Maori churned out resource management graduates by the bucketload who used it to enhance our practice and government’s understanding of kaitiakitanga.
That’s the reactionary aspect of being whanau, hapu and iwi in Aotearoa. But the really mindboggling achievements are in the proactive stuff that’s going on out here in iwi-land. We have produced educators, broadcasters, jurists, tradesmen, entrepreneurs and other influencers – most of them legitimate and most holding the same world view as our tupuna had of this country’s resources. Naku te ao. Eventually all that collective belief adds up to reality.
That brings me to the last and probably hardest part of realizing our dreams – relating to all those others who either share or think they share our interests. The good news is that it doesn’t have to be hard. Right now Ngati Kahu, the Department of Conservation and the Doubtless Bay Marine Protection Society are all working together to enhance the protection of our marine environment. It has its exciting moments but largely it’s being done very amicably under the mana whenua / mana moana of Ngati Kahu.
So here’s to the dreamers and schemers amongst us who turn the impossible into the unremarkable. Long may we dream.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
IT'S NOT ABOUT STATISTICS
Statistics are not as sexy as headlines that shout “Welfare State Killed Kahui Twins” or some such, but did you know that in Northland last year there were almost 15,500 crimes recorded and only 7,500 resolved? Yeah I know you’re thinking – so what? Is crime going up, going down or just going round and round?
Remember these are statistics, so probably any meaning is possible. What is probable is that most of you reading this will be thinking at least one or a mix of the following things.
§ Pakeha colonization is the root cause of most of the crime around here.
§ Maori commit most of the crime around here.
§ I don’t feel as safe today as I did ten years ago.
§ I’ve never felt safe.
If you can truly say you didn’t think anything remotely like any of the above you either have a well-developed case of ignorance or a highly evolved sense of perspective. Well, commiserations to the ignorant and congratulations to the perceptive. Feel free to stick around. But this is probably not about you.
As for the rest of you – your thinking might be right or it might be wrong. You might be Ngati Kahu, Ngati Pakeha or Ngati Kore. I don’t care. But if you’re honest enough to own your thoughts and you’re willing to do something about either verifying or altering them, then this is about you.
First off – if you aren’t happy with the way you think things are, than change them. But try not to be an ‘-ist’ about it. Racists, ageists, sexists, tribalists – even herbalists – they all made up their minds once a long time ago and they aren’t ever going to do anything that might put them in the way of having to change it. ‘-Ists’ are about as useful to Ngati Kahu as feathers on a frog. So, please, don’t be an ‘-ist.’
Second – if there are people in your neighbourhood you don’t know much about, try meeting and getting to know them on their terms. If you live in the Ngati Kahu rohe, which is roughly between Kaitaia, Mangamuka and Kaeo, and you haven’t done it yet, find out when the local Marae or the local Ratepayers Association next meets and get on over there. You’ll find an everyday life going on that’s as different to yours as Paris, Rarotonga or Rome. Call us here on 4083013 and we’ll put you in touch with the marae. Sorry we can’t help you with the Ratepayers Association because that’s still on our personal list of different people we have yet to meet. But please, don’t let your differences stop you from experiencing our differences.
Third – if you ever feel bad about something you hear one of your mates say or do to anyone different to them, have the courage to front them. Mahia nga mahi ki runga i te tika, te pono me te aroha. What you sow you will reap. So please, don’t be a coward.
You know, one definition of crime is ‘an action or an instance of negligence that is deemed injurious to the public welfare.’ That includes letting ignorance, prejudice and cowardice guide the way you live your life. So if you don’t like things the way they are, it’s not about crime statistics. It’s about you.
Hei konei Hei kona.
STUMBLING BLOCKS INTO STEPPING STONES
On last week’s Ngati Kahu radio show I interviewed Carol Hudson, Adult Community Education (ACE) Coordinator and Librarian at Taipa Area School, about how she and a number of teachers at the school want to deliver their “Stepping Stones and Pathways” to the taitamariki / young adults in their rohe. They’re especially concerned about those who are no longer at school, not yet employed in their dream job, and wanting to get some unit standards under their belt. Sadly they’ve found it hard to gauge the interest level because only two people turned up to their first informal meeting held on September 7th. So here’s me doing my bit to promote what Carol and the ACE team are trying to do in Taipa.
ACE used to be known as “night school” and, even though the name has changed, the dedication and commitment of the people who are willing to give up their time and talents to tutor others remains bright. Take a look at the following lineup of prospective tutors and courses at Taipa. They have Jo Berghan (Parenting Skills), M’am Fiona King (NCEA English), Wyane Walsh (NCEA Math), Dianne Vette-Welsh (ESOL), Jessica Lightband (Cooking on a Budget), Matua Tangira (Tu Tangata), Mark Edwards (Computing), Steve Tansey (Graphics) and Karen Gally (Budgeting). Those look like pretty useful skills for anyone to gain, let alone those who are unskilled, unemployed and wanting more out of life.
Whatever the case might be, the opportunity and challenge are there for people to get along to see Carol at the school and take a look at what’s possible. They have the keen-as tutors, they have the venues – and I’m willing to stick their neck out and bet that if you can’t get in they’ll try and get out to you. All they need now is the interest and feedback from you their community. Carol can be contacted on 4060159 ext. 220. So over to you Tokerau / Doubtless Bay.
Onto another kaupapa altogether. This week I met with Te Ohu Kai Moana’s Asset Transfer Team Manager to see how we can iron out the last few kinks standing between Ngati Kahu and our share of the 1992 Fisheries Settlement. We are not far away from getting the population-based portion of our allocation. But like Ngapuhi, Te Rarawa and many other Mandated Iwi Organisations (MIOs) we’re still some miles from getting our coastline-based portions of the assets because we have yet to fix a spot on the map defining the boundaries between us and our neighbouring iwi.
Why must iwi, who have managed for millennia to co-exist without defining where our shared interests begin and end, now have to put an “X” on a map? Because that is what is we have to do in order to get our own assets and to stop paying for their use. And because fighting against it has already cost us terribly. So that is why Ngati Kahu, in spite of the internal tussle within ourselves about doing so, is taking part in something we didn’t design, don’t like and suspect won’t deliver what we want. But after this week’s meeting I feel more hopeful that, as with most things that come our way, Ngati Kahu will turn even this stumbling block into a stepping stone.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
ACE used to be known as “night school” and, even though the name has changed, the dedication and commitment of the people who are willing to give up their time and talents to tutor others remains bright. Take a look at the following lineup of prospective tutors and courses at Taipa. They have Jo Berghan (Parenting Skills), M’am Fiona King (NCEA English), Wyane Walsh (NCEA Math), Dianne Vette-Welsh (ESOL), Jessica Lightband (Cooking on a Budget), Matua Tangira (Tu Tangata), Mark Edwards (Computing), Steve Tansey (Graphics) and Karen Gally (Budgeting). Those look like pretty useful skills for anyone to gain, let alone those who are unskilled, unemployed and wanting more out of life.
Whatever the case might be, the opportunity and challenge are there for people to get along to see Carol at the school and take a look at what’s possible. They have the keen-as tutors, they have the venues – and I’m willing to stick their neck out and bet that if you can’t get in they’ll try and get out to you. All they need now is the interest and feedback from you their community. Carol can be contacted on 4060159 ext. 220. So over to you Tokerau / Doubtless Bay.
Onto another kaupapa altogether. This week I met with Te Ohu Kai Moana’s Asset Transfer Team Manager to see how we can iron out the last few kinks standing between Ngati Kahu and our share of the 1992 Fisheries Settlement. We are not far away from getting the population-based portion of our allocation. But like Ngapuhi, Te Rarawa and many other Mandated Iwi Organisations (MIOs) we’re still some miles from getting our coastline-based portions of the assets because we have yet to fix a spot on the map defining the boundaries between us and our neighbouring iwi.
Why must iwi, who have managed for millennia to co-exist without defining where our shared interests begin and end, now have to put an “X” on a map? Because that is what is we have to do in order to get our own assets and to stop paying for their use. And because fighting against it has already cost us terribly. So that is why Ngati Kahu, in spite of the internal tussle within ourselves about doing so, is taking part in something we didn’t design, don’t like and suspect won’t deliver what we want. But after this week’s meeting I feel more hopeful that, as with most things that come our way, Ngati Kahu will turn even this stumbling block into a stepping stone.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
WORDS AND CONTEXT
It’s fascinating how words get most of their power from a context that very few of us have an inkling about. An example of that happened at the opening of the new Mangonui police station a few weeks ago. From my perspective the whole affair was strange for a bunch of reasons, not least being the relegation of Ngati Kahu kaumatua to a supporting role in their own rohe. But the strangest moment of the day for me personally came from a local VIP with whom I’ve always been reasonably friendly. After congratulating me on my recent appointment, she turned to the staunch Ngati Kahu man with me and said, “I’m so glad Anahera is on board with Ngati Kahu. Now we might have a decent relationship with you.”
I have no idea what the VIP meant to communicate but I had a very clear idea by the curl of his lip what my mate heard her say. Ask anyone who knows me, I’m not often left speechless. But the utter crassness of the moment frustrated me, and I just walked away. It’s not my style anymore to have public stoushes with VIPs, especially in a police station, but I wondered how Ngati Kahu could have a “better relationship” with someone who hadn’t a clue about our context?
Think about it. This is an iwi dealing with development pressures in our rohe like no other in Tai Tokerau. Karikari peninsula alone had a 7% population increase between 1996 and 2001 when the change for the entire Far North district was only 3.3%. And you can bet the house that the population has shot up even more sharply in 2006. The last lot of unjust land clearances in our rohe happened in the 1960s when the Hetaraka whanau were forcibly removed from their farm on what is now the fantastically popular camping ground administered by DoC at Maitai Bay. That’s in the living memory of a lot of us. Land is still being lost to rating pressures, and the Crown is still resisting the chance it has in the treaty negotiations to return or pay a fair price for what it stole from us.
The correlation between landlessness and powerlessness is our context and VIPs of varied ilk have presided over that. So to all VIPs out there – past, present and budding – no. I won’t tame this ‘stroppy’ Ngati Kahu lot and I won’t deliver them on a silver platter anywhere they don’t want to go. But I will do my very best to help you understand, if you want to, their context.
Who knows, you might come to admire this quite resilient iwi as we change our context and, in the process, you might get to have a real relationship with us.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
I have no idea what the VIP meant to communicate but I had a very clear idea by the curl of his lip what my mate heard her say. Ask anyone who knows me, I’m not often left speechless. But the utter crassness of the moment frustrated me, and I just walked away. It’s not my style anymore to have public stoushes with VIPs, especially in a police station, but I wondered how Ngati Kahu could have a “better relationship” with someone who hadn’t a clue about our context?
Think about it. This is an iwi dealing with development pressures in our rohe like no other in Tai Tokerau. Karikari peninsula alone had a 7% population increase between 1996 and 2001 when the change for the entire Far North district was only 3.3%. And you can bet the house that the population has shot up even more sharply in 2006. The last lot of unjust land clearances in our rohe happened in the 1960s when the Hetaraka whanau were forcibly removed from their farm on what is now the fantastically popular camping ground administered by DoC at Maitai Bay. That’s in the living memory of a lot of us. Land is still being lost to rating pressures, and the Crown is still resisting the chance it has in the treaty negotiations to return or pay a fair price for what it stole from us.
The correlation between landlessness and powerlessness is our context and VIPs of varied ilk have presided over that. So to all VIPs out there – past, present and budding – no. I won’t tame this ‘stroppy’ Ngati Kahu lot and I won’t deliver them on a silver platter anywhere they don’t want to go. But I will do my very best to help you understand, if you want to, their context.
Who knows, you might come to admire this quite resilient iwi as we change our context and, in the process, you might get to have a real relationship with us.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
RATIFICATION ROUNDUP
The Ngati Kahu constitution was ratified two weeks ago with a 97% approval vote. The results and supporting evidence have been sent to Te Ohu Kai Moana so it can release to us in the New Year our share of the fisheries settlement. The process was onerous, but the result is a great one by any standards.
MERRY MAITAI CHRISTMAS
This Christmas holiday period some of you might be thinking of heading out to Maitai Bay campgrounds for a day or two. Before you go here are some facts that will make your visit a lot more meaningful.
- The Hetaraka Whanau and this land belong to each other. In the 1960s they were unjustly and forcibly removed from it and their ownership rights over it were usurped by the Crown. Two years ago they moved back onto the land and the Crown finally began addressing the serious wrong it had done them. Alan Hetaraka lives there and, along with Te Runanga A Iwi O Ngati Kahu and the Department of Conservation, is building a solid partnership towards its future management and development.
- Respect goes a long way in Ngati Kahu. Within the Maitai Bay Reserve there are areas of high spiritual and cultural value to Te Whanau Moana, the local hapu, and the wider iwi of Ngati Kahu. Additionally the fore dunes are environmentally fragile and also need to be treated with respect. Ngati Kahu would prefer that they not be used at all due to the large number of past burials in close proximity to the beach, but we’ll be satisfied if you use existing tracks to the beaches and don’t take vehicles onto Merita Beach at all (except to launch boats at the left hand end of the beach). Foot traffic on that beach must be limited to below the high water line and boat trailers must be parked in the area provided within the bounds of the camp.
If you’re going to visit Maitai Bay this summer, then take the time to familiarise yourself with these facts. If you arrive with fireworks, firearms, speeding vehicles, an attitude, alcohol, drugs or dollar signs in your eyes – don’t expect the welcome mat to be rolled out. But if you come prepared to treat the area and its people with the utmost respect, you’ll be welcomed back anytime.
HEI KONEI HEI KONA
Here at the end of 2006 I thank God for many things. Another year of life in all its gory glory. Blessings and burdens of family and friends. Hard times and good times. The growth that can only come out of hard times and the laughter that lightens the load. In 2007 I hope for many things. But most of all I hope that, as you approach the manger this year and greet once more the Child who is born to save us, you find comfort in the company of shepherds, angels and a poor but joyous couple and their newborn Son. Then, after all the holiday hoop-la has dissolved. I pray you can look inside and outside yourself, then truly feel grateful for the mystery and the miracle of life before you, and confident that ‘for all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.’
See you in 2007.
Monday, December 11, 2006
SHORT REPORT - LONG MEETING
SHORT REPORT
At last week’s meeting of the Northland Conservation Board a powerpoint by Vince Kerr regarding the Northland Regional Council’s proposed Aquaculture Management Areas (AMAs) held everyone’s attention. What’s an AMA? It’s an area specifically created to allow for marine farms. Anyway Vince showed a photo, taken around 1885, titled ‘All in a Day’s Work,’ showing a man covered in and surrounded by fish.
Since 1885 90% of the ocean’s biomass has disappeared, and today unique sites, like the Mimiwhangata Reef in Ngati Wai as well as Doubtless Bay and the Nukutaurua Reef in Ngati Kahu, are still being wasted. Our worry is that, if AMAs are added to the mix before we can set up protections like Marine Reserves, Marine Protected Areas and Mahinga Mataitai, things could quickly get even worse. So what’s the hold up? Apparently it’s questions like: Who should run these, and who will make decisions regarding them? If I was a fish the only question I’d have would be: When are you going to act? My solution is simple. Iwi Maori meet and agree on our mana moana, then establish seamless mahinga mataitai round the entire coastline under which Marine Reserves and Protective Areas can be established before any AMAs are set up.
I seem to recall that it was the NRC who signalled its readiness to go where no other Council in the country had yet dared and set up these AMAs. Now only time will tell whether it’s out on the plank above the circling sharks (read anything from cultural to commercial fishery interests here) or swimming ahead of the pack. Whatever, it’s just another day’s work for the fish.
LONG LIFE
It has been my fortunate burden to work with many older men. Fortunate in that it’s generally better to be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave. Burdensome in that they tend to pass away just when they’re at their sweetest. I mark the death of my old friend John (Haki) Campbell who, with single-minded focus and ambition, made the transition from small town Pawarenga boy to nationally recognised leader of his iwi. Right to the last when Haki walked into a room you knew – Te Rarawa was in the house. We shared nine years as Chair and Secretary respectively of Te Runanga O Te Rarawa and, boy oh boy, if only the Board Room walls could talk! We rarely started on the same side of any issue, but we always reached total agreement before leaving that room, even though what happened in between was sometimes ugly. Certainly no man ever upset me as much, except maybe my dear husband, and some of our ‘encounters’ had onlookers literally ducking for cover. But it was Haki who gave an adamantine cultural base to my more mercurial talents, while I provided the written words on which he anchored his ambitions for the Iwi. Together we fronted the battles that finally won recognition for Te Rarawa as an entity in its own right.
Then one day we looked at each other and realised our time was up. So we both moved into supporting roles for the new generation of leaders who took the Iwi to the next level. But by then it was too late. We’d come to love each other as true friends – warts and all. And that will never change.
There are too few kaumatua of that generation left, and even fewer who can or will do the mahi across iwi boundaries. Haki was one of those who did, in spite of failing health and sight. Florence, Barry and Kim – thank you for sharing your husband and father with us and for taking care of him better than he did of himself. Haki my old darling, although you won’t be Chairman there, kia pai to haere ki te Runanga i te Rangi e hoa. Ka kite ano.
At last week’s meeting of the Northland Conservation Board a powerpoint by Vince Kerr regarding the Northland Regional Council’s proposed Aquaculture Management Areas (AMAs) held everyone’s attention. What’s an AMA? It’s an area specifically created to allow for marine farms. Anyway Vince showed a photo, taken around 1885, titled ‘All in a Day’s Work,’ showing a man covered in and surrounded by fish.
Since 1885 90% of the ocean’s biomass has disappeared, and today unique sites, like the Mimiwhangata Reef in Ngati Wai as well as Doubtless Bay and the Nukutaurua Reef in Ngati Kahu, are still being wasted. Our worry is that, if AMAs are added to the mix before we can set up protections like Marine Reserves, Marine Protected Areas and Mahinga Mataitai, things could quickly get even worse. So what’s the hold up? Apparently it’s questions like: Who should run these, and who will make decisions regarding them? If I was a fish the only question I’d have would be: When are you going to act? My solution is simple. Iwi Maori meet and agree on our mana moana, then establish seamless mahinga mataitai round the entire coastline under which Marine Reserves and Protective Areas can be established before any AMAs are set up.
I seem to recall that it was the NRC who signalled its readiness to go where no other Council in the country had yet dared and set up these AMAs. Now only time will tell whether it’s out on the plank above the circling sharks (read anything from cultural to commercial fishery interests here) or swimming ahead of the pack. Whatever, it’s just another day’s work for the fish.
LONG LIFE
It has been my fortunate burden to work with many older men. Fortunate in that it’s generally better to be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave. Burdensome in that they tend to pass away just when they’re at their sweetest. I mark the death of my old friend John (Haki) Campbell who, with single-minded focus and ambition, made the transition from small town Pawarenga boy to nationally recognised leader of his iwi. Right to the last when Haki walked into a room you knew – Te Rarawa was in the house. We shared nine years as Chair and Secretary respectively of Te Runanga O Te Rarawa and, boy oh boy, if only the Board Room walls could talk! We rarely started on the same side of any issue, but we always reached total agreement before leaving that room, even though what happened in between was sometimes ugly. Certainly no man ever upset me as much, except maybe my dear husband, and some of our ‘encounters’ had onlookers literally ducking for cover. But it was Haki who gave an adamantine cultural base to my more mercurial talents, while I provided the written words on which he anchored his ambitions for the Iwi. Together we fronted the battles that finally won recognition for Te Rarawa as an entity in its own right.
Then one day we looked at each other and realised our time was up. So we both moved into supporting roles for the new generation of leaders who took the Iwi to the next level. But by then it was too late. We’d come to love each other as true friends – warts and all. And that will never change.
There are too few kaumatua of that generation left, and even fewer who can or will do the mahi across iwi boundaries. Haki was one of those who did, in spite of failing health and sight. Florence, Barry and Kim – thank you for sharing your husband and father with us and for taking care of him better than he did of himself. Haki my old darling, although you won’t be Chairman there, kia pai to haere ki te Runanga i te Rangi e hoa. Ka kite ano.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
KINK IN THE LINK
This is to the Whanau Hapu and Iwi wherever and whoever we are. As I wrote last week our Whanau, Hapu and Iwi chain is a very elegant one. Trouble is, elegance doesn’t cut it anymore for heaps of us because there’s been a serious break in the chain or at least a kink in the link. The reasons are debatable but one thing’s for sure – we’re the only ones who can mend it. Not government. Not the schools and sports clubs, not the Councils, not the DHB – you and me.
Why? Because until we take personal responsibility for changing the destructive dynamic of Whanau hell-bent on repeating the same mistakes over and over, then all the service providers will do is fence the top and clean up the mess at the bottom of the cliff over which more and more of us are either falling or jumping. In the meantime, our own cultural, societal and familial values are ringing hollow for the abused, the maimed, the bereft and the dead.
We rescued the reo and now it’s time to rescue the speakers. We have to do a “Kohanga Reo” across every living generation of our Whanau and teach them how to be fabulous again. Call it “Fabulous Whanau” or some such, and staff it with skilled “Whanau Mahita“ to do the teaching. Take every prevention, intervention and postvention that already works out of the schools, off the streets and directly into every home. Aim every piece of research, on which new programmes will be built, at Whanau in our homes. Churches, marae, schools, clubs, clinics, service providers and others can support and reinforce what is done, but WE have to ensure the delivery penetrates the point of need – our Whanau in our homes.
I thank Te Oranga, Te Hauora O Te Hiku O Te Ika and the DHB for the Suicide Prevention hui held last week. I hope a follow up call will now be made for Whanau leaders and relevant professionals to mahi tahi. Together look at the solutions offered at that hui. Set up a menu of choices from which to tailor-make the approach and find the best-fit Mahita for each Whanau. Design together the peer review, supervision and reporting format thingies that will keep everyone honest and accountable. Jointly develop and make the case to the DHB or whoever for the money and materials needed. Then power up and work to penetrate our whanau.
Who are these leaders? They are the ones who have the goodies and the guts to do whatever it takes to fix the broken links of our whanau. The ones who will coax and cajole, even bully us and the agencies into doing the right thing. The ones who couldn’t give a flying fig about our rights if we’re a kaka parent or a kuare Crown agent and who, rather than let us ruin them, will take our children to either raise themselves or find a decent Whanau who will. The ones who will help us to rehabilitate but will kick our butts out the door if we stuff it up for their uri. They’re the ones who will help stop this damnable scourge of murder, suicide and abuse afflicting us.
I believe every baby comes to earth ‘trailing clouds of glory’ needing Whanau who are committed and know how to literally lift and power them into their full magnificence. Only then will the desecration and destruction stop. Oh and by the way – misery-mongers, finger pointers, mona lisas and unrepentant abusers of any race, colour or creed need not apply.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Why? Because until we take personal responsibility for changing the destructive dynamic of Whanau hell-bent on repeating the same mistakes over and over, then all the service providers will do is fence the top and clean up the mess at the bottom of the cliff over which more and more of us are either falling or jumping. In the meantime, our own cultural, societal and familial values are ringing hollow for the abused, the maimed, the bereft and the dead.
We rescued the reo and now it’s time to rescue the speakers. We have to do a “Kohanga Reo” across every living generation of our Whanau and teach them how to be fabulous again. Call it “Fabulous Whanau” or some such, and staff it with skilled “Whanau Mahita“ to do the teaching. Take every prevention, intervention and postvention that already works out of the schools, off the streets and directly into every home. Aim every piece of research, on which new programmes will be built, at Whanau in our homes. Churches, marae, schools, clubs, clinics, service providers and others can support and reinforce what is done, but WE have to ensure the delivery penetrates the point of need – our Whanau in our homes.
I thank Te Oranga, Te Hauora O Te Hiku O Te Ika and the DHB for the Suicide Prevention hui held last week. I hope a follow up call will now be made for Whanau leaders and relevant professionals to mahi tahi. Together look at the solutions offered at that hui. Set up a menu of choices from which to tailor-make the approach and find the best-fit Mahita for each Whanau. Design together the peer review, supervision and reporting format thingies that will keep everyone honest and accountable. Jointly develop and make the case to the DHB or whoever for the money and materials needed. Then power up and work to penetrate our whanau.
Who are these leaders? They are the ones who have the goodies and the guts to do whatever it takes to fix the broken links of our whanau. The ones who will coax and cajole, even bully us and the agencies into doing the right thing. The ones who couldn’t give a flying fig about our rights if we’re a kaka parent or a kuare Crown agent and who, rather than let us ruin them, will take our children to either raise themselves or find a decent Whanau who will. The ones who will help us to rehabilitate but will kick our butts out the door if we stuff it up for their uri. They’re the ones who will help stop this damnable scourge of murder, suicide and abuse afflicting us.
I believe every baby comes to earth ‘trailing clouds of glory’ needing Whanau who are committed and know how to literally lift and power them into their full magnificence. Only then will the desecration and destruction stop. Oh and by the way – misery-mongers, finger pointers, mona lisas and unrepentant abusers of any race, colour or creed need not apply.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
CONSTITUTIONAL COUNT
The time has come, the Walrus said – for Ngati Kahu to put rubber on the road and ratify our new Constitution. This is the end of only one of a number of tangled threads in a complex arrangement officially called the Maori Fisheries Act 2004.
Even I get a headache distinguishing the beginning from the end of this knotty mess, and I’ve lived to some degree or other with it since 1986. That was when Government adopted the Quota Management System (QMS), and Ngati Kahu joined all other Muriwhenua Maori in a fisheries claim against the Crown for breaching Articles 2 and 3 of Te Tiriti O Waitangi. Eventually the claim went nationwide, culminating in 1992 with a partial settlement covering only its commercial aspects. That was the Sealords Deal followed by establishment of Te Ohu Kai Moana (TOKM) to administer the settlement assets until it could be figured out who to allocate them to, and how. After that all hell broke loose.
Even I get a headache distinguishing the beginning from the end of this knotty mess, and I’ve lived to some degree or other with it since 1986. That was when Government adopted the Quota Management System (QMS), and Ngati Kahu joined all other Muriwhenua Maori in a fisheries claim against the Crown for breaching Articles 2 and 3 of Te Tiriti O Waitangi. Eventually the claim went nationwide, culminating in 1992 with a partial settlement covering only its commercial aspects. That was the Sealords Deal followed by establishment of Te Ohu Kai Moana (TOKM) to administer the settlement assets until it could be figured out who to allocate them to, and how. After that all hell broke loose.
After enduring a number of Court cases, TOKM finally plumped for an allocation model to traditional Iwi – but only after we’d met a stringent set of criteria. And that’s where our Constitution ratification comes in. We’ve made several changes, but the main one is that the remaining four original Trustees no longer have automatic membership on our governing body. Instead they will have automatic membership on Te Taumata Kaumatua O Ngati Kahu from where they can still ensure the Runanga operates under and according to the tikanga of Ngati Kahu. That way we strengthen our own ways of operating and also meet the standards of democracy.
In a massive exercise we’ve just finished posting private notices, information papers and ballot papers to more than 2000 registered adult Ngati Kahu members who can cast their vote for or against ratifying the Constitution. If 75% of those who do vote tick “I APPROVE” then the Constitution will be ratified, the Runanga will become our Mandated Iwi Organisation (MIO) and Ngati Kahu will finally receive the fish quota, shares in Aotearoa Fisheries Ltd and cash currently held for us by TOKM.
Now the really critical thing is that, while we have more than 3500 individuals on our register, we know that in the 2001 census there were 6500 who chose Ngati Kahu as their main Iwi, and our own whakapapa calculations are that there are more than 15,000 who could rightfully claim membership. If you are one of those who are not yet registered you need to register soon. Contact us at the Runanga either on 4083013 or ngatikahu@xtra.co.nz or online via http://www.ngatikahu.com/index.php?pr=Registrations
Hei Konei. Hei Kona.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Turkeys Don't Fly
THE DELETIONS BILL
Did you hear the one about the bunch of turkeys who went to flying school? After four years they graduated with a full understanding of the theory and practice of flight - then they all walked home.
This reminds me of New Zealand First and its ‘Principles of the Treaty of Waitangi Deletion Bill.’ The architects of the DB, for short, promise it will – improve race relations, reduce the money spent on lawyers, decrease the power of judges, improve our health, education, housing and employment systems, break the shackles of victimhood off Maori, stop apartheid happening in New Zealand, and free all of us to fly. It will do all these things by deleting every whiff of the Treaty and its principles from the current and future laws of our country. The current laws that will change include six claim settlement Acts and 22 other Acts that deal with the use, management and control of almost every resource in this country. Interesting that.
To those of you who haven’t got a clue what it is to be in a half-way real relationship, ask yourself these things. If this Bill passes, what will you make of it when every Treaty claim already settled is revisited in the Courts by claimants determined to protect their hard-won gains? How will you feel about the legal aid budget blowing out as those yet to settle do likewise? What will your solution be when almost every indicator of national wellbeing nosedives as we polarise into those who feel they have a stake in this country and those who know they don’t?
I don’t think the DB will gather the numbers to survive its next reading and, as you may gather, I don’t support it. It’s based on the flawed thinking that one partner in a marriage can define everything for the other, including the state of our ‘race relations.’ And all you couples out there have got to know how poorly that turkey flies.
RESOURCE MANAGEMENT ACT
In Ngati Kahu we have a lean, keen machine called Victor – our iwi Environmental Manager. Originally from England he made the wise choice to fall in love with and marry one of us. After a couple of decades he made the even wiser choice to bring her home and work for us. His particular bailiwick is largely defined by two things – first, Ngati Kahu tikanga and second, the Resource Management Act.
Of the two the RMA provides Victor with his biggest frustration – lack of notification from FNDC and NRC on way too many resource consent applications. Under the RMA, Councils define who is an ‘interested’ party and who is an ‘affected’ party in any resource consent process. Most people want to be recognised as an affected party because they get more say than those who only have an interest. Victor and his peers have done some sterling work to provide these Councils with a definition process that works for everyone. Me and my mates on the Taitokerau Iwi Chief Executive Forum encourage our NRC and FNDC counterparts to adopt what Victor and his peers are proposing.
Finally, if you’re wondering what the heck the difference is between an ‘interested’ and an ‘affected’ party, think of it like a plate of bacon and eggs. When you see the eggs you understand that the hen has an interest. But the pig – ahh the pig.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Did you hear the one about the bunch of turkeys who went to flying school? After four years they graduated with a full understanding of the theory and practice of flight - then they all walked home.
This reminds me of New Zealand First and its ‘Principles of the Treaty of Waitangi Deletion Bill.’ The architects of the DB, for short, promise it will – improve race relations, reduce the money spent on lawyers, decrease the power of judges, improve our health, education, housing and employment systems, break the shackles of victimhood off Maori, stop apartheid happening in New Zealand, and free all of us to fly. It will do all these things by deleting every whiff of the Treaty and its principles from the current and future laws of our country. The current laws that will change include six claim settlement Acts and 22 other Acts that deal with the use, management and control of almost every resource in this country. Interesting that.
To those of you who haven’t got a clue what it is to be in a half-way real relationship, ask yourself these things. If this Bill passes, what will you make of it when every Treaty claim already settled is revisited in the Courts by claimants determined to protect their hard-won gains? How will you feel about the legal aid budget blowing out as those yet to settle do likewise? What will your solution be when almost every indicator of national wellbeing nosedives as we polarise into those who feel they have a stake in this country and those who know they don’t?
I don’t think the DB will gather the numbers to survive its next reading and, as you may gather, I don’t support it. It’s based on the flawed thinking that one partner in a marriage can define everything for the other, including the state of our ‘race relations.’ And all you couples out there have got to know how poorly that turkey flies.
RESOURCE MANAGEMENT ACT
In Ngati Kahu we have a lean, keen machine called Victor – our iwi Environmental Manager. Originally from England he made the wise choice to fall in love with and marry one of us. After a couple of decades he made the even wiser choice to bring her home and work for us. His particular bailiwick is largely defined by two things – first, Ngati Kahu tikanga and second, the Resource Management Act.
Of the two the RMA provides Victor with his biggest frustration – lack of notification from FNDC and NRC on way too many resource consent applications. Under the RMA, Councils define who is an ‘interested’ party and who is an ‘affected’ party in any resource consent process. Most people want to be recognised as an affected party because they get more say than those who only have an interest. Victor and his peers have done some sterling work to provide these Councils with a definition process that works for everyone. Me and my mates on the Taitokerau Iwi Chief Executive Forum encourage our NRC and FNDC counterparts to adopt what Victor and his peers are proposing.
Finally, if you’re wondering what the heck the difference is between an ‘interested’ and an ‘affected’ party, think of it like a plate of bacon and eggs. When you see the eggs you understand that the hen has an interest. But the pig – ahh the pig.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Guy Fawkes A Goner
I came across this recently and felt some empathy. “I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities, in addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen.” [Extract from ‘A Tribute to the Fire-fighters.’] OK, OK – I concede it’s a little melodramatic. But as a metaphor it fits.
9.00 p.m’ish Friday night – ‘KA-RUMP!’ Dougie answers my startled glance – “Sparkler bomb.” Sounds like it came from the same direction as the last one a few weeks ago that took out a neighbour’s letter-box.
10.42 p.m. Saturday night – my husband waits in line at the local Mobil. In front of him a pakeha lad of no more than 16 drops ten rolls of electrical tape on the counter. He doesn’t have enough cash, so walks out with only nine rolls. No-one other than Dougie so much as bats an eyelid.
8 p.m. Sunday – the smell and drift of cordite hang thick in the air over Parkdale and Allen Bell, up through Matthews Ave and around North, Bonnetts and Lake Roads. Do these streets represent the money-belt of our town? Hardly. More like the brown-belt. The fire alarm has gone off at least five times already. Is there anyone not celebrating tonight? Yep – the whanau of our Volunteer Fire-fighters.
I worry that some of this town’s restless souls might head out to Maitai Bay or other Ngati Kahu beach spots to let off steam along with their fireworks. If they do it will not be pretty.
Annually Guy Fawkes sees property, livestock, emergency services and people munted. What is that about? Consider those who market it. It’s not their core business, yet all week they’ve pumped out megabucks worth of explosives – supposedly to adults. Want to take a punt on how much their sales climbed around this event? From where I stand it looks like a lot of profit. Ba-da-bing! Ba-da-boom!
The buyers’ side of the tradition is equally simple. They know it’s a waste, but hey! It’s fun / They’re not pikers / It’s their right / It’s a great NZ tradition / What a thrill / What a buzz! With explosives in hand, alcohol at hand and control out of hand they metaphorically shout – look at me! I’m powerful! Sadly, come Monday morning, all that’s left are the burnt out ashes of the money they just blew away.
Tatou katoa – no matter what central government does with regards to fireworks (and I predict a ban on private sales to the public), it’s way past time for this town to pull finger and pull together, to get alcohol free facilities up and running here, to put on a decent public firework displays that lets our whanau enjoy the temporary thrills for what they are, and to think more about what and why we’re buying and selling.
The closing lines of that fire-fighters’ tribute go, “Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who we are, or what our job really means to us...I wish you could though.” Pure empathy I tell you. I wonder if my brother-in-law could whakamaoritia it for me. I’d call it ‘Te Tangi o Te Iwi Insider.’
9.00 p.m’ish Friday night – ‘KA-RUMP!’ Dougie answers my startled glance – “Sparkler bomb.” Sounds like it came from the same direction as the last one a few weeks ago that took out a neighbour’s letter-box.
10.42 p.m. Saturday night – my husband waits in line at the local Mobil. In front of him a pakeha lad of no more than 16 drops ten rolls of electrical tape on the counter. He doesn’t have enough cash, so walks out with only nine rolls. No-one other than Dougie so much as bats an eyelid.
8 p.m. Sunday – the smell and drift of cordite hang thick in the air over Parkdale and Allen Bell, up through Matthews Ave and around North, Bonnetts and Lake Roads. Do these streets represent the money-belt of our town? Hardly. More like the brown-belt. The fire alarm has gone off at least five times already. Is there anyone not celebrating tonight? Yep – the whanau of our Volunteer Fire-fighters.
I worry that some of this town’s restless souls might head out to Maitai Bay or other Ngati Kahu beach spots to let off steam along with their fireworks. If they do it will not be pretty.
Annually Guy Fawkes sees property, livestock, emergency services and people munted. What is that about? Consider those who market it. It’s not their core business, yet all week they’ve pumped out megabucks worth of explosives – supposedly to adults. Want to take a punt on how much their sales climbed around this event? From where I stand it looks like a lot of profit. Ba-da-bing! Ba-da-boom!
The buyers’ side of the tradition is equally simple. They know it’s a waste, but hey! It’s fun / They’re not pikers / It’s their right / It’s a great NZ tradition / What a thrill / What a buzz! With explosives in hand, alcohol at hand and control out of hand they metaphorically shout – look at me! I’m powerful! Sadly, come Monday morning, all that’s left are the burnt out ashes of the money they just blew away.
Tatou katoa – no matter what central government does with regards to fireworks (and I predict a ban on private sales to the public), it’s way past time for this town to pull finger and pull together, to get alcohol free facilities up and running here, to put on a decent public firework displays that lets our whanau enjoy the temporary thrills for what they are, and to think more about what and why we’re buying and selling.
The closing lines of that fire-fighters’ tribute go, “Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who we are, or what our job really means to us...I wish you could though.” Pure empathy I tell you. I wonder if my brother-in-law could whakamaoritia it for me. I’d call it ‘Te Tangi o Te Iwi Insider.’
Oh and by the way - the link in the title above to youtube surely should have earned these particular eejits a special mention in the "Darwin Awards."
11 p.m. Sunday night – kneel in thanks for the day’s blessings, including the Sabbath and our fire-fighters. Goodbye Guy Fawkes. I won’t miss you.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
11 p.m. Sunday night – kneel in thanks for the day’s blessings, including the Sabbath and our fire-fighters. Goodbye Guy Fawkes. I won’t miss you.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Humpty Dumpty Hurts
Hurt and emotional pain can last a long time. In fact, unless people have a way of processing their hurt, it can last too long.
CORONER'S ACT
A few years ago my mahi as a SIDS prevention worker put me amongst the first on the scene whenever a Maori baby died anywhere in Auckland. My kaupapa – monitor and get the coronial process over ASAP so that the tangihanga can happen, because that’s our tried and true way to emerge from the grief and loss still reasonably whole and sane.
A few years ago my mahi as a SIDS prevention worker put me amongst the first on the scene whenever a Maori baby died anywhere in Auckland. My kaupapa – monitor and get the coronial process over ASAP so that the tangihanga can happen, because that’s our tried and true way to emerge from the grief and loss still reasonably whole and sane.
Every culture dislikes post mortems. I’ve been to many and still believe that, unless there are suspicious circumstances or the family want to know something about the cause of death that may only be discoverable through autopsy, they are mainly a training ground for those in the medical, legal and police fraternities. Engari, all I could do at the time was explain to the whanau pani what was happening and offer to stay with their baby every second as its Kaitiaki until the tupapaku was returned to them and the tangihanga could resume.
Now, while most police, pathologists and funeral directors are lovely people, few of them are trusted by Iwi Maori to be able to give the assurance – “Kei whakahokinga matou te tupapaku katoa o tou kohungahunga – we have returned your baby’s body intact.” I could, and such a little thing makes a world of difference to the living of any culture.
Yet, in spite of submissions asking for it, the new Coroners’ Act still does not include trained Kaitiaki amongst the classes of people who can represent whanau interests during the coronial process. The Act has a number of similar flaws, so come on Hone, Shane, Pita or John – work with us to amend this Act please.
TREATY CLAIMS' NEGOTIATIONS
Remember how the original Humpty Dumpty said scornfully to Alice, 'When I use a word it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less.' Well that’s what negotiating with this government is like. When challenged, their answer is along the lines of, “Get stuffed, we’re the boss!””
Remember how the original Humpty Dumpty said scornfully to Alice, 'When I use a word it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less.' Well that’s what negotiating with this government is like. When challenged, their answer is along the lines of, “Get stuffed, we’re the boss!””
Example – in the 1980s 27B memorials were created on Crown lands under claim that were being transferred into the SOEs. The idea was that the land would remain available for inclusion in any eventual settlement. SOEs could still use or on-sell it in the interim, but always with the understanding that it could end up having to be repurchased for inclusion in a settlement. Bit like ensuring, before a divorce settlement, that one partner can’t give away all their joint assets to avoid having to share anything with the other.
Since then the Crown has given an unwritten nod and wink to buyers of such land that all they have to do is put a building or any improvement on it and Iwi Maori can kiss their chances goodbye of ever getting it back through a Treaty claim. For Ngati Kahu that includes the Rangiputa station and myriads of small but highly valued coastal sections.
Well it might be legal under Humpty Dumpty, but it will never be right. You have to wonder what hurt happens to the personal integrity of any Crown negotiator who has to defend it? My moko has a word for it – creepy.
Row Away From the Rocks
Here’s one Hone – you know you’re a Maori when your nanna has a better throwing arm then your old man – and you’re glad there’s no rocks around. Actually my nanna was an Irish holy terror but she had a lot of sense in her hot head. She used to shout things like, “Sure! Pray! But, while you’re at it, row away from the rocks!” Some recent and upcoming goings-on convince me that my nanna was right.
POWER OUTAGE:
On Saturday morning our Bishop called to give us a heads-up that the power was going to go off Sunday from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. so it was time to break out the emergency supplies, check the gas bottle and radio batteries, prepare the kai and other things that would be needed on Sunday, and warn our neighbours.
Come Monday morning I felt kind of superior listening to the amuamu from all those who either got no or very late warning until I remembered that I’d not checked to see if my neighbours knew what was coming – sorry Bishop, and I hadn’t rung around the marae to pass on the warning to our whanau and hapu – sorry Ngati Kahu. I suspect that most of them coped alright because they’ve lived in the area long enough to know that our infrastructure is shonky. Let’s face it, our power, transport and communication systems are vulnerable because they and us are neither plentiful nor close to the source of supply and those things aren’t likely to change in the foreseeable future.
All power to those who lobby hard for improvement – you have my support. But I reckon that a bunch of big rocks getting accidentally blasted into high tension power lines is one of life’s little rocks. Rocks happen and the systems to deal with them are only as good as the people in them, including you and me.
How many of us who were warned then thought to warn our neighbours? What means did we use to get the message out? I didn’t hear anything on iwi or mainstream radio, nor on TV. And how prepared were we anyway? I know our marae are generally geared up for any emergency, but what about us in our homes? E hoa ma, are we rowing away from the rocks or are we just praying and petitioning the powers that be?
Come Monday morning I felt kind of superior listening to the amuamu from all those who either got no or very late warning until I remembered that I’d not checked to see if my neighbours knew what was coming – sorry Bishop, and I hadn’t rung around the marae to pass on the warning to our whanau and hapu – sorry Ngati Kahu. I suspect that most of them coped alright because they’ve lived in the area long enough to know that our infrastructure is shonky. Let’s face it, our power, transport and communication systems are vulnerable because they and us are neither plentiful nor close to the source of supply and those things aren’t likely to change in the foreseeable future.
All power to those who lobby hard for improvement – you have my support. But I reckon that a bunch of big rocks getting accidentally blasted into high tension power lines is one of life’s little rocks. Rocks happen and the systems to deal with them are only as good as the people in them, including you and me.
How many of us who were warned then thought to warn our neighbours? What means did we use to get the message out? I didn’t hear anything on iwi or mainstream radio, nor on TV. And how prepared were we anyway? I know our marae are generally geared up for any emergency, but what about us in our homes? E hoa ma, are we rowing away from the rocks or are we just praying and petitioning the powers that be?
PATHOLOGY SERVICES:
Remember my mate who told me about post mortems all heading south? I’ve done quite a bit of digging since then and found what seems likely to be the tip of a rapidly melting iceberg, which is just another kind of rock. There’s too much detail to report on in one column so I’ll start with the fact that the Coroners Act has been revamped and there are big changes in the wind that are going to blow into reality next July. One of those changes is that Coroner numbers are being drastically cut.
Coroners are the legal face of the “coronial process” that kicks into place whenever anyone dies. Coroners are VIPs. Literally every dead body belongs to them until they sign an “Order for the Disposal of a Body.”
Coroners are the legal face of the “coronial process” that kicks into place whenever anyone dies. Coroners are VIPs. Literally every dead body belongs to them until they sign an “Order for the Disposal of a Body.”
When their numbers are cut next year we are likely to lose the services of Robyn Fountain in the Far North, Heather Ayrton in the Mid North and Max Atkins in Whangarei. When you add to that the fact that Pathologists (the medical face of the process – the ones who actually do the surgery) are rare as hens’ teeth and hard to find, then it seems my friend was right, post mortems are almost all going to have to be done in Auckland from next July on. In fact, most of them are being done there already.
Did I forget to mention that Ngati Kahu and most iwi find post mortems generally abhorrent anyway? One of the few things that has made them barely tolerable has been the local knowledge, sensitivities and networks of our Coroners and Pathologists.
I predict storms and wrecks on this one koutou ma, and I can hear my nanna’s stentorian shout from here – ROW AWAY FROM THE ROCKS!
Hei konei. Hei kona.
An 8 Hour Working Day? Yeah, Right.
Yesterday commemorated the eight hour working day, yet my workload last week was pretty typical for me and, I’ll wager, probably for a lot of you as well.
MONDAY:
• Leave for Auckland 5 a.m. arrive 9 a.m. Find a space to write and send the week’s column to the Age.
• Deliver speech to the Australasian Cemeteries and Crematoria Association conference titled ‘A Values Journey – Tangihanga and the Coronial Process.’
TUESDAY:
• Leave for Kaitaia 6 a.m. arrive 10 a.m. Meet to review a business option that needs more time and effort. We identify the mahi to be done, allocate personnel and time to it, and set our next meeting.
• Meet Police Iwi Liaison Officer [ILO], Te Uri Reihana, about the numbers of Ngati Kahu being apprehended, charged and processed through the District Court and find … what’s this? Is it possible that our crime rate is actually dropping? Well, it’s way too soon to tell if a trend is developing, so in the interim we’ll organise a separate hui with the District Court people.
• Teleconference with Waddy Wadsworth about training our marae delegates, executive members, directors and portfolio convenors and getting them to finalise the strategic plan. We’ll try for mid-November and see how it goes.
WEDNESDAY:
• Help mum draft her statement for Te Rarawa’s 20th Anniversary booklet. Oh, the tie that binds.
• Back to Ngati Kahu mode. Meet Te Puni Kokiri analyst, Keringawai Evans, about their new Maori Potential Approach. Looks good, but we’ll need another meeting to flesh out an application for some key workers, some tax and business development expertise and other needs.
• Meet Statistics New Zealand ILO, Telly Warren, about the upcoming roll-out of Census 2006 data. No work needed on this one – thank goodness!
• Meet Fire Services ILO, Willy More, about making our Ngati Kahu marae safer. Seems they must meet the same fire safety standards as a commercial enterprise. Well, what’s a life worth? Will need to work on reducing the costs though.
• Teleconference with Te Ohu Kai Moana about getting our amended constitution ratified. We’ll use a joint postal ballot / hui-a-iwi process, but have yet to set the closing date before sending out the public and private notices to our registered adult members. Still, we’re getting closer to our share of the Fisheries Settlement.
THURSDAY:
• Hold weekly staff meeting postponed from Monday. Have to reschedule the monthly staff supervisions as well. Promise I will. ASAP.
• Work on funding applications.
• Host our iwi radio show that night and get two calls – one to do with local, nitty-gritty stuff. The other from a Ngati Kahu person in Auckland listening to us via internet. Uplifting to my tired heart and mind.
FRIDAY:
• Review the week’s work and prepare for this month’s Land Claim negotiations and monthly Runanga meeting – the former in Kaitaia this Friday 27th, the latter at Te Paatu marae on the 28th.
• Take a call from Peter Jackson – due to it being Labour Weekend, can I get this column to him by midday Monday? Yeah, right.
• Send everyone home early at 4 p.m.
I’m not skiting or complaining – just reminding us all to take a breather, stop and go home when we should. In the end no success outside the home is worth failure within it. It’s an eight hour working day – that’s all.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
MONDAY:
• Leave for Auckland 5 a.m. arrive 9 a.m. Find a space to write and send the week’s column to the Age.
• Deliver speech to the Australasian Cemeteries and Crematoria Association conference titled ‘A Values Journey – Tangihanga and the Coronial Process.’
TUESDAY:
• Leave for Kaitaia 6 a.m. arrive 10 a.m. Meet to review a business option that needs more time and effort. We identify the mahi to be done, allocate personnel and time to it, and set our next meeting.
• Meet Police Iwi Liaison Officer [ILO], Te Uri Reihana, about the numbers of Ngati Kahu being apprehended, charged and processed through the District Court and find … what’s this? Is it possible that our crime rate is actually dropping? Well, it’s way too soon to tell if a trend is developing, so in the interim we’ll organise a separate hui with the District Court people.
• Teleconference with Waddy Wadsworth about training our marae delegates, executive members, directors and portfolio convenors and getting them to finalise the strategic plan. We’ll try for mid-November and see how it goes.
WEDNESDAY:
• Help mum draft her statement for Te Rarawa’s 20th Anniversary booklet. Oh, the tie that binds.
• Back to Ngati Kahu mode. Meet Te Puni Kokiri analyst, Keringawai Evans, about their new Maori Potential Approach. Looks good, but we’ll need another meeting to flesh out an application for some key workers, some tax and business development expertise and other needs.
• Meet Statistics New Zealand ILO, Telly Warren, about the upcoming roll-out of Census 2006 data. No work needed on this one – thank goodness!
• Meet Fire Services ILO, Willy More, about making our Ngati Kahu marae safer. Seems they must meet the same fire safety standards as a commercial enterprise. Well, what’s a life worth? Will need to work on reducing the costs though.
• Teleconference with Te Ohu Kai Moana about getting our amended constitution ratified. We’ll use a joint postal ballot / hui-a-iwi process, but have yet to set the closing date before sending out the public and private notices to our registered adult members. Still, we’re getting closer to our share of the Fisheries Settlement.
THURSDAY:
• Hold weekly staff meeting postponed from Monday. Have to reschedule the monthly staff supervisions as well. Promise I will. ASAP.
• Work on funding applications.
• Host our iwi radio show that night and get two calls – one to do with local, nitty-gritty stuff. The other from a Ngati Kahu person in Auckland listening to us via internet. Uplifting to my tired heart and mind.
FRIDAY:
• Review the week’s work and prepare for this month’s Land Claim negotiations and monthly Runanga meeting – the former in Kaitaia this Friday 27th, the latter at Te Paatu marae on the 28th.
• Take a call from Peter Jackson – due to it being Labour Weekend, can I get this column to him by midday Monday? Yeah, right.
• Send everyone home early at 4 p.m.
I’m not skiting or complaining – just reminding us all to take a breather, stop and go home when we should. In the end no success outside the home is worth failure within it. It’s an eight hour working day – that’s all.
Hei konei. Hei kona.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
An Exasperating Waste of Time
Emma Wills and those distributing flyers headed "We Believe Louise Nicholas" go too far in breaching the High Court order suppressing certain evidence in the recent rape trial of Clint Rickards, Bob Schollum and Brad Shipton. I have no problems with their belief in Louise Nicholas – she is believable. I take issue with their assumption that the evidence they claim was suppressed, automatically constitutes proof of Bob Schollum's and Brad Shipton's guilt.
It is valid to argue that the jury should have had access to all the evidence and to be outraged that it was not. It is not valid to take that outrage and set themselves up as judge, jury and hangman. Guilt should never be assumed. Not even in the court of public opinion. Those who believe in Louise Nicholas would be better to put their energies into funding a civil case against the alleged rapists. Instead they may find their energies and funds expended on defending themselves against criminal charges. Mau mau te taima. A waste of time.
This post is not as soft as those preceding it. But it still represents an effort to listen and hear another point of view while at the same time challenging that view to stretch further and understand more than its own starting point.
This whole issue of the Rickards / Schollum / Shipton rape trial is the kind of thing that acts as a springboard for a heap of deep-seated and entrenched viewpoints (talkback radio stuff). They probably all have some validity, but are too often no more than static that blocks rather than helps the korero. Too much heat and outrage and too little light and understanding.
Outrage only takes people so far - and sometimes that's too far, specially when it succeeds mainly in pissing off those whose support is needed to bring about the desired change. In this case it seems Louise Nicholas' supporters want at least two things to change:
It is valid to argue that the jury should have had access to all the evidence and to be outraged that it was not. It is not valid to take that outrage and set themselves up as judge, jury and hangman. Guilt should never be assumed. Not even in the court of public opinion. Those who believe in Louise Nicholas would be better to put their energies into funding a civil case against the alleged rapists. Instead they may find their energies and funds expended on defending themselves against criminal charges. Mau mau te taima. A waste of time.
This post is not as soft as those preceding it. But it still represents an effort to listen and hear another point of view while at the same time challenging that view to stretch further and understand more than its own starting point.
This whole issue of the Rickards / Schollum / Shipton rape trial is the kind of thing that acts as a springboard for a heap of deep-seated and entrenched viewpoints (talkback radio stuff). They probably all have some validity, but are too often no more than static that blocks rather than helps the korero. Too much heat and outrage and too little light and understanding.
Outrage only takes people so far - and sometimes that's too far, specially when it succeeds mainly in pissing off those whose support is needed to bring about the desired change. In this case it seems Louise Nicholas' supporters want at least two things to change:
1. Any public perception that she's a liar. Well - good luck to them. I doubt they'll know when they've won because the court of public opinion is a fickle beast.
2. The conventions / laws that allowed evidence they think should have been aired to be suppressed instead. Well, I reckon to change those they'll need the help of a lawyer or two.
My point then is not that Emma Wills and co should not break the law, but that they might do us all a bigger and truer service if they showed the kind of strategic thinking and action of the "great reformers" like Mandela and Ghandi whose every action, even the "illegal" ones, was underpinned and backed up with a willingness to reach out to and talk with their "enemy". I don't see that same willingness in this case.
To end this post - although I have suggested that Ms Nicholas might take a civil case against these guys, I'd be more interested in facilitating a hohourongo (reconciliation) process for all parties. Because the sad truth is that without reconciliation none of them will ever be completely cleared of the paru from this case.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Ye are no more strangers and foreigners
I was really touched to read this morning of the eventual death of
an elderly woman, who was hit by a car while crossing an Auckland
road last week. Now that the life support has been switched off her
name has been published and, in death, she has lost some of the
anonymity of a stranger.
So why would I be so deeply moved by the fate of this particular
stranger? The answer is a very simple and human thing. At the time
of the accident she was carrying her young grandchild in her arms
and he, bruised and weeping, picked himself up from where he'd been
flung on impact, ran to her and cried out, "Nanna, Nanna."
There are, at any given moment, any number of tragedies happening a
lot closer to home than this one. But I recognise and embrace the
universal connection between nanna and moko, the fact that somewhere
there is a grieving whanau and moko, and the feelings I have for
them.
If I could I would tell them these things and hope they gave them
some comfort.
Fare well Aihui Wu. Haere ra ki to kainga tuturu. I recognise you.
an elderly woman, who was hit by a car while crossing an Auckland
road last week. Now that the life support has been switched off her
name has been published and, in death, she has lost some of the
anonymity of a stranger.
So why would I be so deeply moved by the fate of this particular
stranger? The answer is a very simple and human thing. At the time
of the accident she was carrying her young grandchild in her arms
and he, bruised and weeping, picked himself up from where he'd been
flung on impact, ran to her and cried out, "Nanna, Nanna."
There are, at any given moment, any number of tragedies happening a
lot closer to home than this one. But I recognise and embrace the
universal connection between nanna and moko, the fact that somewhere
there is a grieving whanau and moko, and the feelings I have for
them.
If I could I would tell them these things and hope they gave them
some comfort.
Fare well Aihui Wu. Haere ra ki to kainga tuturu. I recognise you.
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