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Construction in an L-shaped block of Westmere and Point Chevalier is highly contentious.
Construction in an L-shaped block of Westmere and Point Chevalier is highly contentious.

SocietyAugust 19, 2024

Inside Westmere’s dwindling anti-cycleway movement

Construction in an L-shaped block of Westmere and Point Chevalier is highly contentious.
Construction in an L-shaped block of Westmere and Point Chevalier is highly contentious.

Occupy Garnet Road is still trying to keep its mission alive and kicking in a small pocket of Auckland. Lyric Waiwiri-Smith headed to a community meeting to find out if people still care.

Handmade signs provide little decoration for the Garnet Station theatre where no one under 30 (except me) has come to hear the Westmere community gripes. “Stop AT [Auckland Transport],” one sign reads, beside a sketch of Garnet Road’s four-way roundabout drawn with a sad face in the middle, then “Single lane roundabout maddness.” The spelling error gets a chuckle out of a few attendees. “That’s Lisa’s fault, isn’t it,” emcee Gael Baldock says. “She can’t spell.”

Veteran activist Lisa Prager, of sledgehammer fame, is one of the most vocal Occupy Garnet Road (OGR) members, often to her own detriment. She was arrested in 2018 after bashing a traffic island with a sledgehammer to protest a Grey Lynn cycleway, once chained herself to a digger and has equated her protest against the felling of trees to standing up to the Holocaust. She spearheaded OGR’s mission in 2017, after occupying a roundabout outside of her business in protest of a cycleway. But tonight, personal reasons have kept her at home, so her partner-in-crime Baldock heads the meeting alone at Garnet Station, a cafe owned by Prager and her partner Verity George.

The meeting was called for “Westmere shopkeepers, concerned Westmere locals, Waitematā local board area residents and Meola Road commuters”, but only 11 members of the public have shown up, including this reporter. Baldock chalks the “poor” turnout to the fact that the meeting was only called days ago, and her posters promoting the event were ripped off the streets. No shopkeepers are present, and when asked, Baldock declines to reveal the concerns they had apparently shared with her regarding the works. “I wouldn’t want you to print what I had said for them,” she tells me, despite speaking on their behalf for the entire meeting.

It’s the six-year-long war for Westmere’s roads, a fight boldly undertaken by a very select few against Auckland Transport, the council and anyone else who gets in their way. Tonight’s topics of discussion focus on Westmere and Point Chevalier’s cursed and contentious “L” connecting Meola Road, Garnet Road and Point Chevalier Road, which has been under construction for months, with improved floodplains, foundations, traffic speeds and landscaping promised by Auckland Transport. This particular pocket of Auckland is especially attractive for a new cycleway thanks to the 41% of students at the nearby Western Springs College who walk or cycle to school, a figure higher than most areas of Aotearoa, which may help bump cycling figures in Auckland up to the 17% AT is hoping for.

If you ask OGR and its supporters, the works have provided everything but an improvement to their daily commute. Baldock quotes herself from a New Zealand Herald article published six years ago before the “L” area construction began: “As I was quoted in the Herald, this will be a blood sandwich.”

Construction on Westmere’s Garnet Road.

She thanks her supporters despite the small turnout, telling us we must have been moved to back her after reading her latest column in the local magazine, Ponsonby News (she has copies to share in case we haven’t seen it). It’s a curious publication – somehow, Baldock (and often Prager) has her views published in almost every edition. 

Her recent column focuses on rat running, the practice of using residential streets rather than main roads and motorways to get from A to B, an apparently growing problem that is particularly bad through the nearby “bird streets”: Huia Road, Kiwi Road and Tui Street. It’s not illegal, though highly controversial, and if you ask Baldock, those guilty of it are just as conniving as her enemies at AT.

Unlike Ponsonby News, “The Spinoff” does not get you very far in this area of Westmere. “The Spinoff … they’re big fans of all of this, aren’t they?” One suspicious local at the meeting asks me. In an attempt to ease the tension, I reply: “I don’t think anyone’s a big fan of road works.” He shakes his head. “I mean, a big fan of what this all means.” If only he could spend a day in The Spinoff office listening to the whinging of the staffers who live in the inner west and hate the traffic as well.

What this all means is more cycleways for Westmere, meaning more headaches for these residents. They represent the Nimbys of their neighbourhood, but they do have genuine concerns about the roads here and in neighbouring suburbs. One woman describes the road works as a “nightmare”, another is concerned Meola Road has become too dangerous to use and someone else is sick of cars using her street to avoid congestion. A man from Rock The Vote (which was part of the Brian Tamaki-founded Freedoms New Zealand alliance at the last election), wearing a branded baseball cap, worries AT is becoming “very anti-car” and threatens to put candidates forward for the next local body election to stop them. Another woman in the crowd is unimpressed by his speech: “But what are you actually going to do?”

A picture of Meola Road in its current closed form.
Meola Road construction in January (Photo: Dempsey Wood Civil Limited/Auckland Transport)

Baldock has myriad reasons to oppose cycleways, too. She believes construction could ruin local businesses, the roads are no longer safe, it costs too much and the design is crap because she didn’t make it (she often references her background in “design and architecture”, though she is better known as an artist). To top it off, she’s very sure no one will be using those cycleways anyway. “There’s one group of cyclists that want a cycleway,” Baldock says, “and it’s the people who don’t wear helmets and have normal clothes.”

Baldock tells the crowd she went down to watch the traffic on Meola Road on a Friday afternoon after the final school bell, and was shocked to see that a mere 12 rangatahi were using the cycleways. She says this minuscule number of children is proof that no one really wants or uses the cycle lanes – though if that were true, the numbers at this meeting would suggest that even fewer people care enough to fight them.

Over an hour in and no resolution recognised, a couple get up to leave, and another woman starts filing her nails. I wonder if it would be rude for a reporter to Irish exit a community meeting early – I really want to go to Westmere Roast for dinner before it’s too late. I get up, Baldock announces “the journalist is leaving”, and before I can get out the door, the local with The Spinoff suspicions asks me where I’m based. My cover is blown: I live in Parnell.

Getting up to leave, Baldock asks me not to go before I share my own thoughts on cycleways. It’s not really the function of an objective journalist, but the anti-Spinoff man is watching me with piqued interest. I tell her I recall working in hospitality on Karangahape Road during the cycleways construction in 2019, how the road works impacted foot traffic, and that I understand her concerns that businesses could go under. This sends her off on another spiel, and after standing there and letting her talk at me for a few minutes, I slip out the door.

Westmere is chillingly cold, and Baldock’s last-minute questioning has made me lose my appetite for dinner. Traffic was relatively slow moving along the Garnet Road shops when I was making my way here around 6pm due to cycleway construction, and though it may be slightly annoying, it was smooth sailing the rest of the way, past a blinking road sign advertising that businesses were still open. Now, the streets are almost completely silent, and it takes less than 15 minutes to drive back to Parnell, through a bit of my own neighbourhood construction and traffic. In the grand scheme of things, it could be worse.

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The Philip Polkinghorne trial is everywhere – is that why we can’t look away?
The Philip Polkinghorne trial is everywhere – is that why we can’t look away?

SocietyAugust 16, 2024

Drugs, sex and ‘murder’: Why can’t we look away from the Polkinghorne trial?

The Philip Polkinghorne trial is everywhere – is that why we can’t look away?
The Philip Polkinghorne trial is everywhere – is that why we can’t look away?

It’s got all the fantastical elements of a true crime Netflix series, and our news media is saturated with it. But is it all a bit much?

The Philip Polkinghorne trial has it all: the backdrop of an affluent Auckland suburb, sex obsession, methamphetamine use, a Canadian rope expert, an unhappy marriage, a dead woman and her husband in the defence. The New Zealand Herald has likened the trial to OJ Simpson’s, while it and media rival Stuff have both launched podcasts dedicated to breathless Polkinghorne coverage alongside daily live blogs. No moment, no piece of information, has been missed. 

Polkinghorne, and the public, are now nearly halfway through the trial brought by the Crown, which alleges the 71-year-old murdered his wife, Pauline Hanna, by strangulation while possibly under the influence of methamphetamine, or prompted by an argument concerning Polkinghorne’s sexcapades. The prosecution alleges Polkinghorne staged her death to look like a suicide. Hanna was found dead in the couple’s Remuera home on Easter Monday 2021, and the defence maintains she took her own life before being found by her husband. At his first court hearing in August 2022, Polkinghorne pleaded not guilty.

The Crown alleges Polkinghorne lived a double-life, and evidence heard so far paints a picture of a man whose wealth was disappearing on a methamphetamine habit and sex workers in Auckland and Sydney, and an unhappy woman pressured by a controlling husband and her role as a DHB boss, helping to roll out the Covid-19 vaccine. 

There are many ways to engage with the Polkinghorne trial – in the 24 hours after the hearing began on July 29, the New Zealand Herald launched its podcast Accused: The Polkinghorne Trial, a live blog, recap of the hearing’s events and commentary from former court reporter Steve Braunias, who described the trial as “a case from the golden age of tabloid journalism” and later, “the most scandalous trial of the century”. Driving the streets of Auckland, headlines from NZ Herald about the trial shine out from digital billboards. Some of the quotes played out in recordings are such fodder for headlines you can almost hear the furious typing of the court reporters. This from Hanna, for example: “He screws women, and he hurts me, but I know he loves me … I just know he’s such a sex fiend and wants to have sex with everyone.”

It’s not just the Herald though. Stuff launched a second season of its own true crime podcast The Trial to follow the Polkinghorne case, alongside a daily live blog. For lighter reading, 1News and RNZ are offering multiple written stories rather than rolling blogs.

An ‘ad nauseam’ access to the courts

It may seem par for the course now, but court reports weren’t always so instantly accessible, or padded out in immense detail. Award-winning journalist Donna Chisholm first began her career in court reporting for the Auckland Star in the 70s, when stories were written in the press bench by hand on paper with carbon copies, which were later run back to the office, or retold over the phone so an editor could copy it out for printing, line by line. If there was no available phone, you kept two cents in your pocket to find a phone box.

Now, journalists enter courts armed with laptops that can instantly update stories with the push of a button, so that as soon as a verdict is called, the public will know about it too. Throw a live blog into the mix, and the reporter can publish every statement they hear without having to worry about editing to fit a word count.

It may seem like “ancient history” now, but court reports weren’t always so instantly accessible, or padded out in immense detail (Photo: Getty)

It’s an ability which shocked some members of the public in the reporting of the Lauren Dickason trial, also live blogged by the media. However, Chisholm says she doesn’t have any ethical concerns with today’s coverage of the courts. For one, it removes some of the inherent bias in reporting. “I think that it’s probably safer in many ways than cherry picking,” she says. “Obviously, there’s angles to stories, but a blow by blow of every single witness and everything they said, ad nauseam, is in there, and if you’re interested enough, you can go and find it. You’re not relying on another person’s filter.”

Back when Chisholm was in the press bench, reporters spent all day in the High Court sitting through every case in the courtroom, waiting to hear something that might be newsworthy. “There wasn’t any better example of what was happening in the community,” Chisholm says. Witnessing the courts on a daily basis “gives a far better reflection of what’s happening out there than the one-off spectacularly newsworthy cases like [Polkinghorne].” The truest example of this she recalls is a case from 1978, concerning a 17-year-old Niuean boy Iki Toloa, brought before the magistrate accused of stealing a comb from his workplace.

He was stopped by police on Auckland’s Karangahape Road while walking home from his work at Consolidated Plastics factory in Ellerslie. Toloa was arrested, charged and convicted of theft from his employer. “I was sitting there and thinking, ‘why?’ What that said was, this is racism in action,” Chisholm says. “I actually went running back to the office with the story, that’s how outrageous this was. And [then-acting editor Pat Booth] put it all over the front page.”

The follow-up became an even bigger story – University of Auckland law lecturer, David Williams, handed himself and a UOA-branded pen over to police for arrest. This became a front page story, too, after police chose not to charge him. “[Toloa’s] only real crime was that he was poor and walked home at night,” Williams told Chisholm at the time. Following Chisholm’s front-page reporting, Toloa’s case was referred back to the courts where police failed to present any evidence and his conviction was vacated. Chisholm says watching Toloa’s case unfold was a class in “racism 101”.

David Williams’ pen (Photo: The Single Object)

Polkinghorne sits at the opposite end of the spectrum to Toloa. As a wealthy white man, his trial is unlikely to offer a lesson on institutional issues, instead it taps into our curiosity of how the other half lives. And the life of Polkinghorne is particularly fantastical for a court case. As Chisholm points out, you don’t typically expect your eye doctor to go around and “thump” somebody. “This trial obviously has everything: with most murders, you don’t get status, you don’t get wealth, sex, drugs, all in one pot,” she says. “That’s pretty unusual in court, and that’s not really what court coverage is all about.”

Our fascination with true crime

Anyone with a Netflix subscription and internet access will recognise the true crime genre has grown exponentially since the 2010s, though its history is much longer, back to the gallows of 17th century London. The Polkinghorne trial has coincided, for this reporter, with a first time reading of In Cold Blood. The 1969 Truman Capote novel, which follows the quadruple-murders of the Clutter family in Kansas, is often touted as the pioneer of the true crime genre, though considering it arrived following centuries of crime reporting, it might be more suitable to think of it as a grandfather of the genre.

In 2024, where reading is meant to be a break from our constantly updating social media timelines, In Cold Blood offers no respite from the horrors of the real world. In immense detail, Capote retraces the family’s last day on Earth, the anxiety-inducing hunt for the killers, and their subsequent downfall. The book has sold millions of copies worldwide, though it began as a four-part series for The New Yorker.

It’s not hard to imagine, like the Clutter family’s small town community, Remuera locals gathering in cafes and recounting the trial of their former neighbour over coffee. Maybe they’re the same people packing out the public benches in Polkinghorne’s courtroom – on Wednesday, the Herald noted that “to get into Courtroom 11 this afternoon, media and lawyers have had to push past at least a dozen mostly older people who are coming to watch every moment, and who have massed in the corridor outside to ensure they get a seat.” On a separate day, Stuff described a group of older women loyally sitting in to see the trial.

Truman Capote’s famous true crime novel In Cold Blood began as a series for The New Yorker (Photo by Keystone/Getty Images)

Drew University criminology professor Scott Bonn has chalked interest in true crime up to the adrenaline our brains produce when we “witness terrible deeds”, and the fact the genre can be consumed in a controlled environment where fear can be manageable, and we can act as armchair detectives.

Crime author and DeSales University criminal justice professor Katherine Ramsland also argues true crime gives us viewers a puzzle to solve, and that “people gawk at terrible things to reassure themselves that they are safe”. Former lieutenant commander of the New York City Police Department, Vernon Geberth, has said that true crime piques our curiosity, and that a viewer can insulate themselves from the “reality of the horror by viewing the events through the prism of entertainment. This tends to make the reality less threatening, because the event happened to someone else.”

Whether or not he is found guilty of murder, Polkinghorne and all his flaws have already been immortalised in the public mind and media. And so has Hanna – the victim at the centre of this trial, whose death has inadvertently produced hundreds of headlines. She has no idea that the nation has been breathlessly following the last years, months, days and minutes of her life, trying to piece together her story like a game of Cluedo. What remains is her family, loved ones and friends (such as The Housewives of Middlemore), and while the Polkinghorne trial may serve as entertainment for some, for others it acts as a constant and jarring reminder of the loss of the woman they loved, the struggles she faced in her marriage and ways in which her husband may have failed her.