Representatives of the indigenous peoples’ caucus protest at the World Climate Summit (Photo: Monika Skolimowska via Getty Images)
Representatives of the indigenous peoples’ caucus protest at the World Climate Summit (Photo: Monika Skolimowska via Getty Images)

ĀteaDecember 19, 2018

How the COP24 climate talks betrayed the fight for human rights

Representatives of the indigenous peoples’ caucus protest at the World Climate Summit (Photo: Monika Skolimowska via Getty Images)
Representatives of the indigenous peoples’ caucus protest at the World Climate Summit (Photo: Monika Skolimowska via Getty Images)

A volunteer for the Indigenous Peoples Caucus at this year’s COP24 climate talks, Kera Sherwood-O’Regan reports back from Poland on the indigenous and human rights injustice that has just been delivered by the summit. 

It’s 2.58am on Sunday in Kraków, Poland. After an intense 48-hour final day at the COP24 Climate Negotiations an hour and a half away in Katowice, myself and thousands of other climate nerds are poring over the new text that will shape the way states combat the looming climate crisis.

While much of New Zealand has spent the past two weeks winding down to a summer Kirihimete, a weird subset of the global population – diplomats, activists, indigenous leaders, vegan pamphleteers, journalists, exasperated looking baristas, and let’s not forget the Polish Policja – have been occupied round the clock in a conference where world leaders finally came (more or less) to an agreement about how to move forward together on climate change.

The COP21 conference in 2015 saw the creation of the Paris Agreement, with states around the world agreeing to work collectively to limit global temperature rise to “well below 2C”. This year’s conference has seen the development of the ‘Paris Rulebook’ which gives the agreement substance, and setting out how it will actually be implemented.

Coming to consensus on such an important plan sounds like a great win for global diplomacy. The catch? Achieving that consensus included hacking a huge human rights-shaped hole out of the heart of the agreement.

Human rights references in the Paris Agreement were hard fought for and won by global civil society campaigning, and indeed the hard work of many of our Māori activists. This commitment to rights has been echoed again and again throughout the Katowice conference, with many groups, including the International Indigenous Peoples Forum on Climate Change and our homegrown rangatahi rōpu, Te Ara Whatu, campaigning directly for rights to be front and centre.

Despite numerous recommendations from human rights experts and advocates, references to human rights were gutted from the text, with the exception of the preamble and a chapter on carbon markets, which Brazil effectively blocked until 2019.

This situation is made all the more bitter by the proposal to strip rights from the text coinciding with Human Rights Day, the 70th Anniversary of the UN Declaration of Human Rights. It also happened immediately after the parties (states) and indigenous peoples celebrated a supposedly historic step forward with the adoption of the Local Communities and Indigenous Peoples Platform during the first week of the talks.

Poetic.

It’s now 12.43am Tuesday, and the extra two days or so of reflection has only made the gravity of this situation clearer. I’m still not really sure how to process the last two weeks, let alone this  heavy issue of human rights. Tonight, I’ve been thinking about the stories we tell about climate change. We are quick to remind “non-believers” that climate change will affect everyone, and it’s true on one level. But on another, we know it is already affecting some more than others, and this weekend’s decision to write rights out of the text makes that cut a little deeper.

We know that marginalised groups such as indigenous peoples, disabled people, women, and those in developing nations have contributed least to climate change, and yet bear the brunt of its effects. Look to the recent Camp Fire in Paradise, California to see that even “disasters” discriminate. Many of those who perished were elderly and the disabled, for whom escape was literally inaccessible.

Over the last two weeks, I’ve also heard indigenous people from around the world share their own stories of climate change. Those aren’t stories set in the future. They’re not talking about what will happen in five or ten or 20 years. They’re sharing how climate change is already on their doorstep and in some cases, threatening to knock the door down.

Kaidynce Storr, a 17-year-old from Tuktoyatuk in the Canadian Arctic, told a room full of our indigenous caucus that her “home is sinking” and how she fears that, six feet away from the eroding coastline, the house is “one storm away from falling into the ocean.” Other youth from her rōpu shared how the traditional knowledge they learned from their elders no longer matched the ecosystem they saw before their eyes, as the permafrost thins, as algae blooms create dead zones in their awa, and as their traditional fishing spots are now home to different species of fish than generations before them.

As the communities on the frontlines of climate change, and the communities leading the way in climate solutions, we deserve to be directly involved in decision making that affects our communities. Yet looking at the text that has come out of COP24, we barely feature. Stripping human rights language, and especially direct references to indigenous rights, opens a channel for countries to railroad indigenous and human rights in the name of climate action.

Sidelining indigenous rights under the guise of clean development is not a novel opportunity either. Under the Paris Agreement’s predecessor, the Kyoto Protocol, the Panamanian government attempted to claim carbon credits under the Clean Development Mechanism (CDM) through the Barro Blanco Dam. The dam development, however, repeatedly excluded indigenous communities from information and decision making about the dam, and forced indigenous Ngaäbe people from their homes. While eventually withdrawn from the CDM in 2016, this, and other such cases set a dangerous precedent and make it even more important that human rights remain at the core of these climate negotiations.

Thinking about what has been cut out of this agreement, the apocalyptic image that is stuck in my mind is the prospect of our own wāhi tapu back home being desecrated to make way for solar plants or wind farms. It can be easy to think that something like that wouldn’t happen in Aotearoa, and for sure, there are other protections in place that would hopefully prevent such flagrant disregard for our indigenous rights, but if there’s one thing this COP has taught me, it’s that we can’t take anything for granted.

The erosion of rights starts out slowly, and subtly, and this disappointing outcome for the Rulebook should be a reminder that we cannot take these rights for granted. We cannot simply rely on the good faith of states. We should take note that the country responsible for punting the one rights-inclusive part of the Rulebook to later negotiations is also the one who just elected a President who has promised mining on indigenous Amazon whenua, amongst other anti-environmental, anti-indigenous, and anti-human rights kaupapa.

While we are right to be proud of UNDRIP, Te Tiriti o Waitangi, and other protections we have in place in Aotearoa, it looks likely that our indigenous cousins in Brazil, and elsewhere around the world have a steep uphill battle ahead. Having spent the past three weeks surrounded by indigenous strangers from around the world who very quickly became whānau, I’m reminded that while we need to step up the mahi and keep te ahi kā burning, we also need to both tautoko as well as draw strength from our indigenous whānau across the globe.

Keep going!
Matariki is a good time to gather together over kai, even if you can’t put down a traditional hangi (Image: File)
Matariki is a good time to gather together over kai, even if you can’t put down a traditional hangi (Image: File)

KaiDecember 17, 2018

Common ground: Behind the scenes of the hāngī

Matariki is a good time to gather together over kai, even if you can’t put down a traditional hangi (Image: File)
Matariki is a good time to gather together over kai, even if you can’t put down a traditional hangi (Image: File)

In the latest in the Frame documentary series produced for The Spinoff by Wrestler and funded by NZ on Air, we follow chef Luke Adams as he prepares a hāngī for his children’s school fundraiser. 

“It never really seemed important in the beginning,” says Luke Adams. “It was just something that was always going on.”

Growing up in Manurewa, with regular trips back home to Pawarenga in the far north, hāngī was a fixture of the Auckland chef’s childhood.

“My father taught me how to do it. He used to have hāngī up the back of our house all the time, and it just became normal,” says Adams (Te-Uri-o-Tai, Te Aupōuri). 

“Then we’d always go back up north for tangi and a hāngī would be at the end of it, at the hākari. There’d be hāngī and a big platter and then there’d be little things of crayfish and pāua and fry bread, sort of all like tied in together. That accumulation of everything makes my mouth water, just talking about it.”

Kids were helpers from the get-go. “You started off, like, collecting the wood and then peeling potatoes and doing all the bum jobs. As you learnt it got better and better. All the little things – you know, chopping the wood properly and having it so that it doesn’t fall into the hole lopsided, and laying the stones, sprinkling them with salt and slapping them with water.”

Understandably, the significance of this passed-on knowledge wasn’t exactly appreciated at the time. “My dad was a very methodical man. He used to take his time and never cut corners,” Adams recalls of the process. “It was quite painful as a young guy, you know? I just wanted to go skateboarding with my mates or whatever.

“But later on, especially after I started cooking, I remembered all of these things that he taught to me, over and over and over again.”

Progressing from hāngī helper to running the show is a unique journey within Māoridom, Adams explains. “You start off playing bullrush or touch out the front of the marae and then you’d do the dishes and then you’d peel the potatoes and then eventually, you started to take on bigger jobs like, de-boning the cow, you know? Three hundred kilos or whatever.

“And then eventually getting to the point of taking over all of the meals, you know – breakfast, lunch and dinner. And then hopefully, one day, sitting on the taumata.”

Adams, 37, is head chef at Auckland cafe L’affare Newmarket. His two oldest kids, Huia (8) and Awatea (5), are enrolled in Te Akāpūkaea, the Māori-medium pathway at Newton Central School in Grey Lynn, and he’s heavily involved in various kura activities. (He’s also dad to Walter, who’s 1½.)

“The first couple of years that Huia was at the school, I wasn’t in a place where I could help. Then all of a sudden, I was, so I can. Especially cooking. Putting a hāngī down, man. That’s my jam, you know. I’m all over it.”

Adams regularly takes charge of the food side of celebrations and fundraising events. In November, that meant organising a hāngī for 400 people.

“The preparation involved is huge,” he said in the lead-up. “Not only whatever’s going into the hāngī – the meat and vegetables – but the logistics of getting it there at the right time, prepping it, storing it, digging the hole. We’re pre-cutting all the meat into pieces and laying it all out in the baskets so it all gets smoked and steamed evenly.

“If you do it in the same hole all the time with the same baskets and the same cuts of meat and the same sacks, then yeah, you kill it. But it’s hard, man. It’s like trial and error every single time. It’s never gonna be perfect. It’s gonna be as good as you can make it at the time.”

For this hāngī, Adams and his helpers (mainly other parents from the kura) prepped 200kg pork, 200kg chicken, 50kg potatoes, 30kg kūmara, 16 pumpkins and 16 cabbages. He used a kawakawa and garlic marinade for the chicken, and a rosemary and garlic one for the pork, made with rosemary from the school grounds.

“I really do love the fact that everybody chips in to do a whole lot of work, feed a whole lot of people and then clean up the mess,” he says. “It’s a great bonding experience – especially with people you don’t know and they’ve just come to hang out and peel some potatoes or dig the stones out.

“The more and more I do them, the better I get, so I’m definitely changing a little bit more of the flavours, working out what works well with the meat and mānuka,” he says, referring to the wood he uses.

Adams says he looks forward to passing the knowledge on to his own children. “They’ve eaten a lot of hāngī but I haven’t put down as many as I’d like with them, but they’re still a bit too young to really get in there. I’m sure when the time comes, they’ll be put to work – because that was most of it, eh. It was work. It wasn’t like ‘Oh, we’re gonna have a fun time and go collect all this wood.’

“I can see Huia taking control of things. Awatea is very strong and like an energiser bunny, so when it comes to that, he’ll be a good labourer.

“Passing on that knowledge is great – getting it from my dad and him from his dad.”

Another, more tangible contribution from Adams’ father to the Newton hāngī was some 50-plus-year-old scrap iron from a railway track used as hāngī stones. “They all lock into each other and form these big, flat plates that the baskets can go on. It’s like a big bottom element for an oven, and they hold the heat. Using his irons is really cool,” explains Adams.

“And you know, Māoridom – gosh, that’s what it really goes back to. Spreading Māoridom as much as we can.”