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Just a few of the amazing Nuku 100 – Pualani Case, Dr Huhana Hickey, Ema Tavola, Aqui Thami. (Photos: Qiane Matata-Sipu)
Just a few of the amazing Nuku 100 – Pualani Case, Dr Huhana Hickey, Ema Tavola, Aqui Thami. (Photos: Qiane Matata-Sipu)

ĀteaNovember 17, 2020

Nuku 100: The ambitious project by wāhine, for wāhine

Just a few of the amazing Nuku 100 – Pualani Case, Dr Huhana Hickey, Ema Tavola, Aqui Thami. (Photos: Qiane Matata-Sipu)
Just a few of the amazing Nuku 100 – Pualani Case, Dr Huhana Hickey, Ema Tavola, Aqui Thami. (Photos: Qiane Matata-Sipu)

Profiling 100 indigenous women – how hard can it be? Very bloody hard, it turns out. But worth every sacrifice, says Qiane Matata-Sipu.

Qiane Matata-Sipu is many things to many people. She’s a journalist who has written for this very website. She’s an award-winning photographer. She’s an activist and one of the land protectors at the centre of SOUL and the historic occupation of Ihumātao. She’s the māmā of a miracle baby. And she’s a visionary who believes in the power of wāhine. It’s this last role that has given Matata-Sipu perhaps the hardest, but most rewarding, challenge yet – profiling 100 Indigenous women through a podcast and bespoke photoshoot, released on her own digital platforms, before eventually culminating in a coffee table photography book.

This week Nuku 100 publishes its 50th wahine. There are two main criteria to be a Nuku wāhine – “Indigenous and kick ass”, Matata-Sipu says. “It’s important that we use the kupu “Indigenous” because it doesn’t necessarily mean Māori, and also someone who identifies as wahine. It doesn’t mean biologically, it’s not about that.

“It’s about people doing things differently. We’ve had women who are the only or the first of their kind, in a particular profession or area of study, or they’re reclaiming certain Indigenous practice. I try to find wāhine that people don’t know a lot about. There are some people who have been in the media or that people have heard of, but don’t know the story behind who they are.”

Matata-Sipu uses rugby league legend Honey Hireme-Smiler as an example. “She’s a duel code athlete who has been playing professional rugby league for 18 years. But it’s also about who she is at her core. She’s someone who lost their māmā to cancer, who was born and raised in Putāruru and grew up playing every single sport against the boys. She and her wife have a blended family of teenage boys. All of those sorts of things.”

She says that every wāhine she’s asked to be involved has had the same reaction – “who, me?”

“They’re all quite humble but so successful,” she continues. “When you think of Lynell Huria, she is the only Māori wahine IP lawyer in the country, and she was like “Me? Why?”. Or Dr Amber Aranui. It’s her job to go around the work looking for our tūpuna, their bones, in museums and bring them home. It’s so interesting to listen to these people and ask, ‘how do you do what you do, how do you navigate it as an Indigenous woman?’”

While every wahine has brought something completely unique to their podcast, Matata-Sipu says there’s one thing that has surprised her most.

“There have been a number of wāhine who have been courageously vulnerable which I don’t think I was ready for, and I really honour those wāhine for sharing that because it is those truths about our lives we learn most from. When I think about Hinewirangi Kohu-Morgan [talking] about being a sexual abuse survivor from the age of nine, or Ninakaye Taane-Tinorau talking about her life as a stripper and being 18 years sober. I’ve been in awe of them sharing those depths.”

She says a conversation with Aqui Thami, a Janajāti activist and artist from the Himalayan region, helped open her eyes to the different experiences of wāhine Māori to wāhine of other Indigenous cultures.

“I was surprised to learn from Aqui Thami that there is a difference between Indian and Indigenous Indian women. Indigenous Indian women aren’t even part of the caste system. Many of them are slaves on tea plantations, they live in militarised communities. When you think of oppression of Indigenous women around the world, we as a society haven’t even scraped the surface of what that means for them.”

Qiane Matata-Sipu (Photo: Supplied)

Born and raised on her papakāinga in Ihumātao, Matata-Sipu has been on the frontline of the fight to save the contested land there since well before it was controversially bought by Fletcher Building for an ill-conceived housing development. When police moved in to evict the occupation of Ihumātao on July 23, 2019, she put everything on hold to be on her whenua full-time, working tirelessly behind the scenes to progress the movement. While it was her cousin Pania Newton that became the most recognisable face of the movement, Matata-Sipu ran the comms and strategy to create a safe environment for the occupiers, and ensure as many people as possible heard the call and came to support the cause.

To help her keep her business and the Nuku kaupapa afloat, she has a team of women that she says are the reason the project continues to live.

Matata-Sipu’s long-time friend Mel Skelton, who has her own salon in Mt Albert, takes care of each wāhine’s hair and make-up for their photoshoot. Production manager Julia Espinoza takes care of scheduling and has made it possible for Nuku to meet wāhine in Wellington, Christchurch, Blenheim, Waikato, Bay of Plenty and Te Tai Rāwhiti. And she says a young videographer, Taylor Aumua, who started as an intern has since made herself indispensable.

“Right from the beginning I’ve had Taylor working with me – she’s a Fijian Sāmoan wahine who I met when we were both contracting for another organisation and we realised we were both going to be bridesmaids at the same wedding,” she laughs. “She was a young journalist working for Tagata Pasifika and she was really passionate about archaeology and Pacific history and wanted to learn more about video.

“We joke about how our tūpuna brought us together but it’s no joke.”

Aumua is equally passionate about the Nuku kaupapa. “It’s been an amazing journey so far!” she says.

“The reason this kaupapa is so important to me is because many of us have similar stories where we feel disconnected from our culture, our heritage, our language. And it’s sometimes not ‘til later in life that something in us clicks and we have the realisation of how much we’ve been colonised and how that affects us today.

She says Nuku is about creating “an Indigenous world”.

“Sharing Indigenous knowledge and creating resources, like the podcast and the book that will be released next year, so that the next generation of Indigenous women will have the knowledge and the support of all these amazing women. And hopefully, they won’t have to carry the same trauma that we’ve had to carry.”

Aumua says she’s committed to Nuku right until they get to 100, and beyond.

“One of the many things I love about working with Qiane, and the whole Nuku team, is that our kaupapa not only shows how important it is for women to support women – its something our whole team lives and breathes.

“We find healing in this kauapa and it’s also taught us about how to live our lives as kick-ass Indigenous wahine!”

The Nuku crew at an event at Makaurau Marae, Ihumātao (Photo: Supplied)

In order to get to 100, Nuku is going to need help, Matata-Sipu says. “Money, money, money!” she laughs. “No one on the Nuku kaupapa is paid what they’re worth, and I really want to change that.”

They’ve had funding from Māngere-Otāhuhu Arts, Next Gen, Creative NZ and a private donor to help them get to 50, but it’s been a struggle and Matata-Sipu has personally worn much of the cost. “I feel bad for my husband and daughter because I’m so passionate about Nuku, sometimes my priorities get a little clouded,” she giggles.

“It’s been hard yakka to get to 50. When we’ve had pūtea we’ve stretched it as far as possible. And then we have to find a little bit more here, and a little bit more there.”

Nuku has now started a Boosted campaign in the hopes that its community can help it reach its goals. Even better, she says, a generous philanthropist would come in handy.

“We want to produce a really high-quality product and we’ll always go the extra mile to make sure it looks and sounds great, regardless of the pūtea. But if someone wants to give us $200,000 – which I’m told is not a lot of money but in my world that’s huge – we would finish the next 50 profiles and have the book published.” Which, she adds, would be self-published.

“If Nuku has taught me anything, it’s been a lesson in tino rangatiratanga.

“The kaupapa continues to be mā hine, mō hine, kia hine ­– lead by, made by, made for wāhine.”

Donate to the Nuku100 Boosted campaign here.

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Archbishop Don Tamihere leading a haka, supported by his minita, after being installed as Pīhopa o Aotearoa at a service at Manutuke. (Photo: Lloyd Ashton, April 2018)
Archbishop Don Tamihere leading a haka, supported by his minita, after being installed as Pīhopa o Aotearoa at a service at Manutuke. (Photo: Lloyd Ashton, April 2018)

ĀteaNovember 16, 2020

Mihinare: 200 years of Māori and the Anglican Church

Archbishop Don Tamihere leading a haka, supported by his minita, after being installed as Pīhopa o Aotearoa at a service at Manutuke. (Photo: Lloyd Ashton, April 2018)
Archbishop Don Tamihere leading a haka, supported by his minita, after being installed as Pīhopa o Aotearoa at a service at Manutuke. (Photo: Lloyd Ashton, April 2018)

In his new book, Anglican minister and historian Dr Hirini Kaa tells the 200-year story of iwi engaging with the church. Here he shares some of the threads of his life that led to writing Te Hāhi Mihinare – The Māori Anglican Church.

All of us grow up with multiple identities, multiple ways of seeing ourselves (and being seen). I was working class Ōtāhuhu Pākehā from my grandparents; middle class white boy from my school; proud Ngāti Porou descendent every holiday back down the coast; and so on.

But possibly most of all I was Mihinare – a Māori Anglican. That meant that nearly every day was being part of a religious community at Tatai Hono marae on Khyber Pass Rd, where my dad, the late Hone Kaa, was the minister. So I had aunties and uncles and cousins from Ngāti Kahu, from Te Aupōuri, from Tainui – from the north, south, west and of course, the east.

This community and its rhythms fed my life, not just on Sundays, but every day. It was conservative in many ways – disapproving of many of our young behaviours, and of much of the change Aotearoa was going through in the 1980s. It was also capable of radical, prophetic acts, such as hosting and powering the Waitangi Action Committee and the Hawke whānau after the terrible events at Takaparawhau. In my Mihinare world we would have governors general, judges, Mongrel Mob members and Asian liberation theologians all mixing and mingling. We were even spied on by the SIS during the Springbok Tour. It was transformational, often transcendent. And all having its roots in an obscure English religious cult meeting mātauranga Māori.

The Aotearoa Council at Waitangi in the early 1980s. Bishop Whakahuihui Vercoe stands in the centre with Bishop Manu Bennett beside him, and the author, Hirini Kaa, sits in the middle of the front row. (Photo: supplied)

Then I went to university. The 90s were a heady time at the University of Auckland. Among my classes was Ranginui Walker’s Introduction to Māori Society, accompanied by his constant, prophetic and fearless voice in a hostile media environment. Graham and Linda Smith – whanaunga and friends of my parents – were powering up their transformative work on Māori education. I was in Keith Sinclair’s history classes, where he had been helping Pākehā get their heads around their own past for several decades.

But amid this amazing knowledge things started to gnaw at me. My Mihinare whakapapa was not only often not present, when it was, it was often presented as a threat. I got it, of course. The missionaries who dominated the histories were the baddies. They equated their faith with their culture and were incapable of seeing it otherwise. In so doing they also decided that our culture was inferior and needed to be eradicated and replaced. And they were key parts of Empire in making sure this happened. It was colonisation in its zero-sum fullness, where one culture would thrive and the other would die.

And yet somewhere in there I was not satisfied. My experiences as Mihinare, that community life that was the inheritor of these traditions did not equate fully with these explanations. Certainly parts of it did. I grew up seeing first-hand the often brutal racism our church could produce and amplify. Senior Pākehā in the church coming up to my Pākehā mother and saying they would pray for her being married to such a terrible man, by which they meant my father’s unwillingness to submit to their racist dictates.

And yet I witnessed such transformative, radical actions and thinking and theology coming from this community. And I knew it was nothing new, that it had always been there. I knew in Ngāti Porou we had theologians like Mohi Turei, trained in the whare wānanga; a tōhunga with the deepest knowledge of who we were, who also chose to be ordained as our first Mihinare clergy. His haka ‘Tihei taruke’, which we perform regularly, is a theological masterpiece, reconciling our deepest understandings and the full potential of Christianity. I knew our whare karakia were symbolic works of great meaning, where we found new expressions for our most ancient aspirations. I knew our love of storytelling and finding meaning in our kōrero found new delight and expression in scripture – where atua, tikanga, maunga, awa and whenua retained their power but could also respond to new contexts. We could make offerings to Tangaroa on a Saturday and worship God on a Sunday without freaking out. And I knew all of these things are still important for our people to think about, and for them to have all sides of the story so we can make informed decisions about our futures.

Members of the ecumenical Paipera revision committee in the late 1940s. From left: former inspector of Native Schools, William Bird; Pīhopa Frederick Bennett; Presbyterian minister Rev. John Laughton; Hon. Sir Apirana Ngata; Rev. William Panapa; superintendent of the Methodist Māori Mission, Rev. Eru Te Tuhi; and Rev. Te Hihi (Dan) Kaa. (Photo: New Zealand Bible Society)

So I decided to bring together the rigour of university thinking with my whānau understanding. I undertook a PhD in history, exploring this story. It was a challenge. I was forced to find evidence to draw together conclusions. Some things I thought I knew turned out to be different. Others were fleshed out much more. I used archival sources – minutes, notes, letters, records, newspapers. Not because these are more authoritative than oral sources, but because they provide a different lens. There were downsides to this. The voices of women and young people are often silenced in the archives. There were however still rich and beautiful sources giving voice to mana wāhine. Archival sources are surprisingly rich. There were thousands and thousands of pages in te reo Māori. It was of course the default language for our people until probably the 1940s. Many of the church hui were entirely in te reo, and the church newspapers were extensive records not only of church life but of current events through to whakapapa. And of course the use of te reo gets the story away from missionaries and back to iwi.

Through this lens of a faith institution our narratives and tīpuna get another aspect of themselves fleshed out. Apirana Ngata was not only a leader in politics, farming, arts, anthropology and law, he was also driven by his faith. As he fills out much of contemporary Māori history so he is a huge character in the book. As are others, from 19th century military and political leaders through to the innovators of the Māori renaissance. They all in various ways had this faith aspect to them.

And faith is a big thing. Where “religion” ends and “culture” begins is unknowable. As Aotearoa enters into a new phase where mātauranga Māori takes its rightful, foundational place, non-Māori seek to access our cultural treasures, with good intentions. But our culture is not secular. You cannot acquire te reo Māori without encountering the deep meanings the language carries. You cannot do a secular karakia – it’s not actually a thing. The next phase in this evolution is non-Māori, particularly Pākehā, grappling with wairua and whakapono. It will be very challenging. It disrupts the powerful sense of omniscience that the Enlightenment bestowed on the west. I’m not saying this is about theism, nor will it necessarily be a movement back to western churches. Those bloated institutions have mostly lost their way as well, trapped either in a fundamentalist or intellectual ridiculousness, in desperate need of decolonisation.

But there are some pointers there. And that’s where the book points. Hāhi were a way we sought the other, the divine, and for many continue to be so. And that’s the story I try to tell: of a creative, often inspiring space where iwi sought new ways to encounter the divine that would transform the present and inspire our future.

Te Hāhi Mihinare – The Māori Anglican Church is published by Bridget Williams Books.