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OPINIONĀteaJune 12, 2020

‘Stop immortalising a legacy of murder’: Which NZ statues need to be toppled?

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Around the world, statues, monuments and place names forged in colonialism and racism are coming under scrutiny.

The police killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis sparked a wave of protests around the world, and in turn a targeting of colonial and racist statues, such as the tribute to 17th-century slave trader Edward Colston, which was deposited into the harbour in Bristol on the weekend.

The calls have been numerous in New Zealand, too. Here five people nominate monuments, statues and places that they’d like to see removed.

Tina Ngata

I nominate the James Cook memorial statue on the lands of Ngāi Tāwhiri, Tūranganui-a-Kiwa.

In the two days the Endeavour was here in Turanganui-a-Kiwa Cook and his crew:

  • Murdered at least nine ancestors.
  • Made proclamations of discovery, thereby extinguishing native title.
  • Abducted and raped local boys.

This was not a unique scenario – all three of his voyages were characterised by the extinguishment of native title, the taking of native lives, abduction of native bodies, sexual deviancy and infection.

Photo: Tina Ngata

Yet somehow, it matters more that Cook made maps. Even though Māori had already mapped this land and ocean. So Cook did not discover anything, he was not the first to chart our lands or oceans, he didn’t even find his own way here. Cook only matters in European history, and only figures into Māori history as an Imperial expansionist, murderer, land thief, pedophile and the inceptor of a colonial process of oppression and dispossession. There is deep, enduring pain associated with this story. Pain that is ignored in the very existence of this monument, as well as the plaque beneath it which perpetuates the colonially fictitious version of these events. The statue itself is an exercise in white supremacy, where European maps matter more than Māori lives.

Shane Te Pou

Looking back on life it’s odd to think that major controversies of our recent past actually existed in the first place. An operator greeting callers with “kia ora”, the singing of our national anthem te reo Māori, calling Mt Egmont Taranaki, or Putauaki, the mountain whose shadow I grew up under, instead of Mt Edgecombe. These were viewed by many as an almost apocalyptic end to New Zealand as we knew it. Frankly embarrassing.

It’s my view that our collective discussion and possible removal of statues, memorials and even street names that represent and glorify men who have killed non-combatives (including women and children) will be reflected upon with similar embarrassment.

One link with our past I would like to see expunged is the streets named after John Bryce.

Bryce lead the invasion of Parihaka in November 1881. Pacifists Te Whiti and Tohu were arrested along with their followers. Some 14 years before Parihaka, Bryce led a group of soldiers attacking and killing unarmed Māori boys.

It’s time to move on, recognise our collective history, good and bad, but stop immortalising a legacy of murder and destruction.

Annabelle Lee-Mather

The Colonel Marmaduke George Nixon monument in Ōtāhuhu should be tossed into the ocean. He led the assault on Rangiaowhia where unarmed woman and children were murdered.

Photo: NZhistory.govt.nz

And I’d like to see the streets named after the colonial mercenaries like Gustav von Tempsky, who committed home invasions against Māori, changed.

But what I would really love is if there was a statue erected at parliament in honour of the Hon Matiu Rata who established the Waitangi Tribunal and the Treaty settlement process, which has done more to help undo the damage those fiends wrought than any other piece of legislation. And while we are looking for shovel-ready projects, better signage of battle sites and recognition of iwi who died defending their homelands would be a worthy kaupapa.

Nadine Anne Hura

Monuments around the country have long been causing me to swerve and pull over (much to my kids’ annoyance). This one in Feilding particularly hurts my heart. To speak of the early settlers as being the “life blood” of the land is to completely deny the indigenous blood that flowed here first.

Photo: Nadine Anne Hura

It’s ironic because the Manawatū is one of the sickest and most polluted rivers in the country – and yet the monument in the town centre wants us to believe the illusion of a kindly shepherd and his bounding dog. To think this statue only went up in 2003 is shameful. Selective remembering is a key to the ongoing project of colonisation.

Anjum Rahman

In Civic Square in Hamilton, right outside the Council building, is a statue of Captain Hamilton. It’s hugely problematic. Here‘s an interesting story about a kaumatua who defaced it.

Kirikiriroa (Hamilton) is in the heart of Tainui country, so much of it was part of the raupatu. The land was confiscated, essentially stolen, for no good reason. Then Pākehā soldiers who fought in wars were awarded this land, particularly in Hamilton East. Captain Hamilton was a key participant of the New Zealand wars which resulted in so much harm to Māori, and to celebrate him with a statue right in the heart of the town? I’m not tangata whenua but I feel the insult, the injustice. I feel it every single time I walk past the statue. Imagine how it must feel for the affected community.

Photo: RNZ

More than this, in Hamilton, we have the statue of the ANZAC soldier in Victoria St, we have the farming family donated by Mr Robert Jones at the north end of town, we have Riff Raff (which is great). We do not have, anywhere prominent in the city, a statue of any rangatira, Māori soldier or citizen. It’s disgraceful, and racist. Nor do we have any statues of our Pacifica and ethnic minority communities who have contributed so much to the region.

That statue needs to go. Now.

Marama Fox

Any statue of Governor Grey for the rolling out of the suppression of rebellion legislation and the subsequent bombarding of Māori out of their homes and lands. When they refused to “sell” their lands that was seen as rebellion against the queen for which they could detain without trial, execute – again without trial – send in the military to slaughter, rape and plunder, women and children. Then, as in Parihaka, manacle, march, imprison and enslave, Māori men to build the roads, council buildings, Otago University and churches all while being held in caves.

An editing error led to an earlier version of this article including a photograph of the wrong Nixon memorial. Apologies.

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The author, in red, with her children Tūmanako, Tiararaina and Tāne.
The author, in red, with her children Tūmanako, Tiararaina and Tāne.

OPINIONĀteaJune 10, 2020

My fight to bring my Māori children home

The author, in red, with her children Tūmanako, Tiararaina and Tāne.
The author, in red, with her children Tūmanako, Tiararaina and Tāne.

Who would leave the safety of Covid-free New Zealand to travel to the US during a pandemic amid escalating racial tensions? Well, I would – but only for three very special reasons. 

My whakapapa extends from the tangata whenua (people of the land) of Aotearoa and across the Pacific to Samoa, Europe and beyond. I come from generations of people who set off from their homelands to explore new opportunities beyond their horizons. I am proud to continue to live that way as a worldly wāhine and the mother of three global citizens.

Born in Japan, raised in Hawai’i and now living in California, my children Tūmanako (22), Tāne (21) and Tiararaina (16) know that their connection to Aotearoa New Zealand goes back over 20 generations and hundreds of years. I gave them Māori names so that no matter where in the world they travel or where they may end up they will always remember who they are and who they come from.

When my marriage to their father ended in 2012 they remained with him in the United States while I moved to New Zealand, the country I was born in but hadn’t lived in for 27 years. I had been feeling lost but also that it was the perfect time for my Aotearoa homecoming – I came back to heal my broken heart, eat my mum’s cooking and make a new life, connecting with my Māori culture, language, iwi and extended whānau.

The plan was that the children would come to me when I was set up with a job and a place for us all to live. But by the time I got settled, the two boys, teenagers at the time, were settled in high school, playing (American) football and thriving. We didn’t want to displace them when they were finally laying down roots; as military kids they never really had a place to call “home”. Only my daughter Tiararaina, aged 10, moved to New Zealand. I put her into a Māori bilingual class and she picked up te reo Māori faster than me. When she spoke English, she had an American accent that made her stand out from the rest of her class but when she spoke te reo, there was no accent. As we settled into New Zealand life, I arranged for her to get citizenship and a passport.

A few years ago she decided she wanted to return to her father and go to high school in America. They make it look so good on Netflix: prom and homecoming and all the rest. I understood the allure. “But we have Polyfest!” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. With a sad heart I had to let her follow her California dreams.

The author, bottom centre, with her children Tūmanako, Tiararaina and Tāne in Los Angeles

A rescue mission

Now it’s 2020 and there’s a global pandemic. The US has become a hotspot for Covid-19 with almost 1.9 million confirmed cases, and that number is growing daily. On top of that, protesters have taken to the streets across America and around the world to demand an end to police brutality and systemic racism. The country is a tinder box that is ready to ignite and not an ideal place for my three Ts to be living right now.

After discussions with my kids and their dad, we decided New Zealand would be a much safer alternative for them and so plans were made for them to come and live with me. Tiararaina is a citizen so she can come but her brothers are on US passports. I had always planned to get the boys’ NZ citizenship and passports done but kept getting put off by the cost, and the time and energy it takes to gather all the documents from multiple countries and submit them all. I figured if they ever wanted to move to New Zealand we would do it then – never imagining there would be a time when the government would close the borders to everyone but its citizens.

I didn’t feel comfortable with my 16-year-old daughter making the epic journey across the Pacific from Los Angeles to Auckland alone so I applied for a travel ban exemption from the NZ government so that her brothers could accompany her. Within a day we heard back from Immigration NZ that my application was denied. The trip was not considered ‘critical travel’ and there was no way to appeal the decision. I did what any mother with the means would do and booked myself a ticket to go and bring my children home safely.

I was on the phone to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade and Immigration NZ the very next day to find out what could be done. According to the government’s website my children qualify for the exemption – in the first application because they would be travelling with their minor sister who is a New Zealand citizen, and in the second one because they would be travelling with me, their New Zealand mother. In the application I stated that I fear for their safety in the US because of the virus and the escalating racial tensions there. We are awaiting the decision but remain hopeful that our current applications for exceptions will be successful.

Within days of booking my flight I was on TV One’s Te Karere telling my story of Māori children being denied entry into New Zealand. I was in two minds about sharing the story; I knew it was information that people would be interested in but I was reluctant to admit I was going to the US. Still, after attending Auckland’s Black Lives Matter solidarity march I was inspired to speak my truth and so I talked with Te Karere host Oriini Kaipara on Facebook Live and was interviewed for a story that aired on the show itself. Between them, the videos have been viewed on Facebook over 40,000 times and I’ve been overwhelmed by the support and love shown to my family and me as a result.

Crossing borders in a global pandemic

Last Thursday night, June 4, I found myself in an empty Auckland International Airport checking in for my Air New Zealand flight to Los Angeles. The day before, Air NZ let me know the flight I had booked was now a cargo flight and they had shifted me to a later flight. I didn’t mind – I was just happy to be going – even though I lost my aisle seat in the process. Being stuck in the middle of two strangers on a 12-hour flight is not my idea of fun but I had much bigger concerns. Would I be able to get into the US? What would their procedures be? Would I have to quarantine? Would it be safe? Would I be able to bring my three kids home with me? So many questions were running around my head.

The flight was filled to capacity – no social distancing – and most passengers had masks but didn’t always wear them. From the accents of the people around me, the travellers were mostly Americans returning home, with a few brave Kiwis also onboard. Over 100 people from our full flight were transferring in Los Angeles to a British Airways flight to London.

Landing in America

Our arrival in Los Angeles was surreal. We were the only incoming flight being processed at our terminal and the tedious procedures I know so well from coming through that usually bustling airport two to three times a year were a breeze. This is how I want to travel all the time! Even the US Immigration and Customs officials were in unusually good moods. On a normal day, coming through US Immigration involves being treated like an alien or that your existence is an inconvenience. Not this time. My immigration guy was jovial and even flirty, looking deep into my eyes and telling me I looked much too young to have grown adult children even as he looked at my hideous passport photo and saw my date of birth. What had started out feeling like a zombie apocalypse movie because of the empty airport terminal turned into a Twilight Zone episode – what alternate universe had I been transported into where stoic US immigration officials now laughed and joked?

Usually it takes a lot of coordination for my kids to find me in the throng of people at Tom Bradley International Arrivals at LAX. This time there were no throngs, no steady stream of cars pulling in to pick up passengers – no one was around. My kids found me easily.

Driving through the streets of Los Angeles I noticed that everyone was wearing masks. The infamous LA traffic was non-existent. Sixteen-lane freeways that would usually be clogged with traffic on a Thursday afternoon were free flowing.

A selfie outside Los Angeles International Airport (supplied)

Black Lives Matter

My son Tāne is actively involved in Black Lives Matter protests here in Southern California. Both my sons have been pulled over by police, T​ū​manako at gunpoint. Black and brown men are most at risk for police brutality here and long before the world learned of George Floyd I had to have “the talk” with my brown sons about what to do if stopped by police: keep your hands visible at all times, do whatever is asked of you. If you reach into the glove box or your pockets to retrieve your documents or ID tell the cop what you are doing and get permission before you make any movements. In Aotearoa we can’t comprehend needing to have those conversations with our brown sons but if our New Zealand police become armed, this is the reality M​āori and Pasifika parents will have to deal with.

Hope

So here I am in California, hoping against hope that Immigration NZ relent and give my two sons the travel ban exemptions they need to come home with me. I don’t know what the future holds but I know that I will do anything to protect my children and keep them safe – even putting myself at risk to travel during this time. I’m not asking to jump any queues or to get around mandatory government-imposed quarantine in New Zealand. I appreciate that our government is being strict by keeping our borders closed to non NZ-citizens and that they are heavily scrutinising who can get a travel ban exemption. I understand the need to keep the country safe so that the extreme lockdown we all went through was not for nothing and the number of lives we lost to the virus doesn’t grow.

But these are my sons who are just missing a piece of paper that validates their connection to New Zealand. We will be submitting their NZ citizenship and passport paperwork as soon as we can. We are willing to be tested for the virus and to adhere to the strict quarantine requirements on arrival back in the country. We just want to come home.