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BooksJanuary 17, 2023

Welcome to HomeGround: the building that changes lives

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Sam Brooks reviews a remarkable book about a remarkable building – one that took 20 years to conceive and a community to build.

I see HomeGround, the new home of the Auckland City Mission, every day. I’ve seen it go from the last stages of construction to being fully open. In the space of only a few years, the place has turned from a skeleton of promise, a metallic question mark, to a true community hub – a place on lower Federal Street and Hobson Street that feels like it provides what the rest of the CBD truly lacks: community and warmth.

I imagine my impression of HomeGround aligns with most people’s, even the people who don’t see it every day. It’s a gorgeous building that puts the architecture of the apartments in the hundred metres surrounding it, direction regardless, in a harsh light. It feels modern, it feels futuristic, and it feels oddly inviting. Modern apartments can often feel like fortresses, protecting what’s within. HomeGround doesn’t feel like that, it feels like it’s openly inviting you in. What’s it all about, and how can you be a part of it?

The exterior view of HomeGround (Photo: Mark Smith)

Simon Wilson does a better job of exploring HomeGround in this new book (subtitled The Story of a Building That Changes Lives) than I can. Firstly, he’s got just under 250 pages (including gorgeous photos by Mark Smith) to do it in. Secondly, he’s had access to the people who paved, and then walked, the road that made HomeGround possible, from conception, to design, to building. Thirdly, he’s Simon Wilson. This is the journalist who can make a squabble about a pavement in Grey Lynn as compelling, rich, and detailed as a Shakespearean soap opera. If he’s got a story as layered, as rich, and as informative as the one that HomeGround has to provide him with, he’s going to do good – if not great – with it.

Simon Wilson (right) pictured at HomeGround with Lisa-Marie (middle) and Ivan Tepu (Ngāti Rereahu) (left) (Photo: Mark Smith)

For those unfamiliar, HomeGround is a project that the Auckland City Mission set upon in the mid aughts with a vision to end chronic homelessness in central Auckland. The result is a building that, based on Breaking Grounds, a supporting housing model developed in New York in the 90s, delivers permanent housing, wraparound care and addiction support on the same site. The building as it stands today has 80 tenants, a clinic, a library and a kitchen. It is what it says on the tin: a homeground.

Wilson retells a story that has been in the making for nearly 20 years, from the building’s conception, through to the fundraising, design and actually building the damn thing. Throughout the book are interviews with the building’s current tenants, workers, and other people who have been key not just in making it happen, but also key to its continuation, and its unique, world-leading kaupapa.

Although this is ostensibly an architecture book (it is categorised thusly on the Massey University Press website) it feels so much more like a collage of the people who make up HomeGround. After all, a building without people is basically a ruin-in-waiting. It’s here that Wilson really, truly shines – he’s able to capture a person’s essence quickly, economically, and then get out of the way to let them tell their story.

Craft can often be distracting in a book like HomeGround. It’s the writer saying, “look ma, no hands!” as they ride a bike. Anybody can ride a bike, anybody can tell a story. The ability to tell one without getting in the way of it, without somehow force-arming your name in front of the title, is true craft. That’s what Simon Wilson displays here (and also, infuriatingly, what he seems to do on a daily basis at the Herald). Take this paragraph about Lisa-Marie, a current tenant at HomeGround:

“Lisa-Marie calls everyone my bro, and darling, and G. She calls Ivan ‘Poppa’. The words and ideas tumble out of her, one story after another. She laughs a lot.”

From these well-chosen details, we get a perfect image of Lisa – indeed, as perfect as the photo on the page opposite this passage. There’s a reason why photographer Mark Smith’s name is on the front of the book beyond what I can only assume is standard practice. Half of the reason why the book is so effective is that Wilson’s words are accompanied so well by Smith’s photography, which is no less accomplished. The photos are gorgeous, which sort of goes without saying, but more importantly, they capture the inner nooks and crannies of HomeGround.

Lisa-Marie (Photo: Mark Smith)

The most impressive thing about HomeGround is not necessarily how it tells the story of the building – the nature of tenders and designs is intriguing but not necessarily worth ruining your upholstery for – but how it tells the philosophy of HomeGround. You can feel Wilson pushing at the edges of his remit throughout the book to urge more individuals, more boards, more people with the means and the money to achieve what HomeGround has, to do the same thing elsewhere, even as he’s highlighting how much it was a confluence of the right people, with the right tenacity, and the right philosophies, that got it to happen. 

One of the most prominent “characters”, such as they are, in the book is philanthropist Richard Didsbury, who also provides the foreword. He’s clearly someone who Wilson puts his ideological lot behind, and quotes like, “Its owners don’t want anyone from their own whanau to ever have to walk through the door.” It’s not just that Wilson throws his lot behind him though, you can feel him quietly, persistently, boosting the philosophy that makes HomeGround so special. People don’t tend to write books about things they don’t believe in – although journalists might be the exception there, they’ve written many a pageturner about things they emphatically do not believe in – but I can’t say that I’ve read a writer who believes as much in their subject as Wilson.

Richard Didsbury (Photo: Mark Smith)

Kindness has become sort of a dirty word. It’s hard to say it, or even type it, and not think of Jacinda Ardern’s earnest, perhaps slightly gormless, call for kindness and how it has been twisted, bent and thrown back like an unwanted toy. There are times when Wilson’s storytelling around HomeGround threatens to dip into generic kindness, but he never does. He sticks to the story: HomeGround happened not because of people entreating to people’s kindness, but to their humanity. Recognise the humanity in people, their need to be recognised as such, and watch us all flourish as a result.

The reality is that many of the people who need HomeGround most probably won’t read this book. It’s got a $65 pricetag, and I felt wary even putting it in my tote bag to take home to review. It feels untouchable and yet somehow, the exact opposite of its subject: a vital, welcoming thing. It would be easy to write it off as just an architecture book with uncommonly good writing and gorgeous photography. And don’t get me wrong, it is that. But it’s also a blueprint, a challenge: this can be done. It was done once, and it can be done again. It takes a writer of Simon Wilson’s skill, and passion, to make it seem so obvious.

HomeGround: The Story of a Building that Changes Lives by Simon Wilson with photographs by Mark Smith (Massey University Press, $65) is available from Unity Books Auckland and Wellington. 

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Summer 2022January 14, 2023

Do the English and Māori texts of The Treaty of Waitangi actually reconcile?

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Summer read: Morgan Godfery analyses the arguments in Ned Fletcher’s meticulously researched book, The English Text of the Treaty of Waitangi.

First published December 12, 2022.

Historians often make the best lawyers. The study of history requires a close reading of various sources, the careful evaluation of sometimes competing evidence, and construction of a narrative that makes sense of it all. In many ways, this is similar to the study of law. Lawyers, judges, and academics pull at the same threads – written and oral sources – and weave an argument, judgment or article. Justice Susan Glazebrook, who sits on the bench of the Supreme Court, is a trained historian as well as (obviously) a lawyer. Yet the best historians are only very rarely lawyers. Legal training encourages the construction of an argument – and that might or might not take form as a narrative. Historians are often less concerned with “judging” history than clarifying it, making connections, and theorising its meaning and implications. But Ned Fletcher, who is a lawyer doing history, is a notable exception. Fletcher’s prize piece, with the unfussy title The English Text of the Treaty of Waitangi, is an immense contribution to both history and the law. 

Fletcher’s PhD thesis, from which the book is based, ran to 1,000 tightly argued pages. The English Text of the Treaty of Waitangi is hardly much shorter. It seems reckless to “summarise” the book’s contents in a review this brief, but in the interests of engaging with the evidence and arguments Fletcher presents it’s worth articulating his theses. The first is that the premise for British intervention in 19th century New Zealand was to establish government over British settlers for the protection of Māori. The earliest missionaries were horrified at drunken, debauched Kororāreka – at one time the largest whaling port in the Southern Hemisphere – condemning it as the capital of vice. Similarly lawless settlers and itinerants were resident in other ports. In other times, administrators in distant London might pay no mind to the happenings in the remotest corner of the world. But the prospect of large scale, privatised settlement under the New Zealand Company’s management was imminent. Would Wellington, the soon-to-be Company settlement, become another Kororāreka?

Fletcher immerses himself in the archives in London, uncovering the gloomy view London’s politicians and colonial administrators took of the settlers in New Zealand. The Colonial Office’s preference – perhaps reflecting the humanitarian sentiment dominant in London at the time – was for Māori to avoid contact with Europeans (save for the missionaries who would work on the natives’ collective social improvement). But come 1837, Fletcher explains, it was impossible to maintain a policy of non-interference. Europe had reached New Zealand whether the Colonial Office liked it or not. Reluctantly, Lord Normanby issued instructions to the Navy’s Lieutenant Hobson directing him to obtain sovereignty according to “the free [and] intelligent consent of the natives” according to “their established usages”. The instructions, then, preclude any fraudulent motives or deeds. These sentiments – protection from unruly British settlers and free and intelligent consent – made their way into the wording of the English text’s preamble. The British are anxious to protect the just rights and property of the chiefs of New Zealand, the preamble reads, and secure to them the peace and good order they’re due.  

Students of history will know that this finding isn’t necessarily “new”. Writing in 1961, the eminent historian Keith Sinclair described Lord Normanby’s instructions, which acknowledged the “war and spoilation” that follows from British colonisation and the need to “avert” a repeat in New Zealand, as a “new and noble beginning in British colonial policy”. But Fletcher digs deeper, examining the early drafts of the instructions. Granted, a draft is not a final instruction, but the early versions are nonetheless useful for clarifying the thinking – the need to establish government over British settlers for the protection of Māori – that informed the final version. This is all well and good, and Fletcher establishes beyond a doubt that the intentions behind intervention were, to borrow Sinclair’s words, noble. That’s an unfashionable finding. For presentists, the agents of colonisation are uniformly evil. That’s cartoonish morality, but one area where the presentists are probably correct is that what matters is impact, not intention. The British assumed sovereignty, whether politely or otherwise.

This is where Fletcher’s second thesis is important. In the late 1970s, the most prominent activist movements, perhaps taking their lead from the conclusions of the great Ruth Ross, who argued that the Treaty was contradictory in its content and chaotic in its signing, argued that the document was a “fraud”. The Waitangi Action Committee took that message to the Treaty grounds itself, confronting Pākehā New Zealand with the sins of its own making. Later historians and lawyers argued the two texts – English and Māori – worked at cross purposes. The English text guaranteed sovereignty for the Crown. For philosophers from Hobbes onward sovereignty was ultimate, absolute, and (importantly for our purposes) indivisible. That is, incapable of being carved into pieces and distributed to eager local or regional rulers. But the Māori text reaffirmed this ultimate power – “rangatiratanga” – for the signing chiefs. What the Crown receives, at least in the Māori text, is kāwanatanga or “governorship”. Thus, as the great Keith Sorrenson notes, the Māori text demands the signing chiefs cede “rather less” – kāwanatanga – while retaining “rather more” – tino rangatiratanga.

But Fletcher’s second thesis is that British “sovereignty” wasn’t understood as inconsistent with plurality in government and law. Or, in simple language, the Colonial Office meant for Māori to maintain their traditional government and custom (i.e. law). This cuts against popular understandings. In many accounts, the two Williamses were morons, mistranslating the key term – sovereignty – in the Māori text as kāwanatanga. But Fletcher expertly explains that general practice in the Empire, at least pre-1840, was to accommodate Indigenous systems of government alongside or within British sovereignty. This was the case for periods of time in Upper Canada, parts of West Africa, and the Cape Colony. Why would New Zealand be any different? That builds on a point Sorrenson made in the mid-20th century – which never quite made it into the popular discourse – that the British came to Waitangi with centuries-worth of experience negotiating treaties. Were the Williamses bumbling idiots or was something else going on? 

Fletcher lines up convincing evidence that something else really was going on. In 1835, he explains, the United Tribes of the Confederation of New Zealand declared their kāwanatanga in the Declaration of Independence. That kāwanatanga included the power to preserve order, dispense justice, and regulate trade. This is remarkably similar to the powers the Colonial Office sought to regulate their own settlers, and the powers they secured in the Treaty of Waitangi five years later. On that understanding “sovereignty” is understood in the manner in which it was articulated in Lord Normanby’s instructions, in various departmental minutes in London, in Parliamentary speeches, and other sources. In short, sovereignty for the purposes of the Treaty was the power to govern British settlers. This left (in theory) rangatiratanga – Indigenous government – intact. This is very much contrary historiography. There are only a few other scholars who take it up. Paul Moon, for example, in Te Ara ki te Te Tiriti: The Path to the Treaty of Waitangi, argues that Hobson only envisaged the Crown’s law applying to the European settlers of so-called trading factories (roughly: ports like Kororāreka).

That places Fletcher in a strange political position because his third thesis, based on his findings from the first two theses, argues that the English and Māori texts actually do reconcile. Fletcher is suitably restrained in his conclusions and how he understands their implications, but this is a shot across the bow of Parliament, the executive, the courts, and a number of activists. Parliament, the executive, and the courts maintain a faithful commitment to the “principles of the Treaty of Waitangi”, a series of bland statements and actions that aim to construct a compromise between the indivisible sovereignty the Crown assumes and the rangatiratanga iwi and hapū were guaranteed. Fletcher’s third thesis is equally confronting for some activists, too, whose moral claims sometimes rest on the assumption that the conflict between the English language sovereignty and the Māori language rangatiratanga is a consequence of, at best, personal trickery and, at worst, imperial corruption.

Lawyer and historian Ned Fletcher (Photo: Bridget Williams Books)

Of course, the position of most activists is that the English version is irrelevant. The vast majority of chiefs signed the Māori language version making rangatiratanga the most important guarantee. Fletcher’s conclusion – that sovereignty does not negate rangatiratanga – is useful but not necessarily determinative. But if the English text is only useful insofar as it contextualises what we know of the Māori text (that rangatiratanga was reaffirmed and kāwanatanga was ceded, which Fletcher endorses) what, then, are the political implications of the book? Liberal lawyers and historians welcome the overdue effort to polish the Crown’s foundations, confirming that the Treaty is a constitution worth adhering to. Equally, conservatives can extract their own comforts. The earliest colonial administrators were far from monsters. They were, by the standards of the time, “enlightened” technocrats and leaders seeking a more just, humane colonial policy. Does this make Fletcher’s work conservative? 

Of course not. As Fletcher points out, the original understandings of the Treaty – that it would establish government over British settlers for the protection of Māori while preserving their Indigenous forms of government and custom – would give way to aggressive governmental and settler expansion from 1846. Historical materialists who argue that material relations drive history, not ideas or “Great Men”, would recognise this aggressive expansion as inevitable. The New Zealand Company was importing the British class system bringing finance and labour to the emerging colony. But what the Company – and the Crown – were lacking was the property to sustain that finance and labour. The earliest settlers in Wellington (and other Company towns) were miserable after landing in their cold, muddy backwaters without the neat plots of land the advertisers in London had promised. This disappointment – and the need for Māori land to underpin economic growth – would transform into shameless aggression only two decades later. 

This is where the historical materialists might identify with Fletcher’s work arguing that the failure to keep faith with the Treaty’s original (good) intentions demonstrates (again) that material relations produce the “structure” of society and politics (i.e. the good intentions) are the superstructure. Fletcher, as you can imagine, isn’t quite a Marxist partisan. But the Marxist position is a useful challenge: if the tension – or dialectic – between productive forces (labour and technology) and material relations (property, employment, finance, etc…) drives society’s development, where does that leave Fletcher’s argument that the Treaty’s texts reconcile? Where do historians, lawyers, and activists take that?

The answer, at least in the short term, is obvious. Co-governance. Sharing decision-making power, like in resource management, is precisely what the country’s Māori and British founders envisaged. When the concept and practice of co-governance is under increasing attack, The English Text of the Treaty of Waitangi and its conclusions come just in time.