NEW ZEALAND, THAT
nobody dare mention …
“A classic car club stopped to take in the sights of Taharoa were chased out of the remote Waikato town by local Māori threatening to shoot them and bash their cars if they didn’t leave.”
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I know where these ‘victims’ are coming from—I was driving The Spouse through lovely Southland along a less frequented coastal road fairly recently. We thought it was just another country road but the further we went the less and less welcome we felt. If body language speaks, and if the ‘vibes’ can convey meaning—we felt vibed. Really bad juju—
We turned about and left. At speed. Whatever the history books may say, whatever the state of the State propaganda, whatever the Public Face of this “We are all one people now!” nation—if ever you come here: be careful.
Sure, ‘we’ took their land. (Yes, that’s what kids are taught in kiwi schools—that the nice cuddly native folks are the victims here. Brrrrrr …)
THEY MAKE A BIG
thing of repatriating some of the many Maori souvenir heads (that found their way overseas a few generations back as legitimate souvenirs—souvenirs bought and paid for with no thought of how they were converted from living breathing human beings into grimacing processed mementos).
FOR SOME REASON
those goods once profitably exported as tourist junk have now become Sacred Ancestral Relics—proof indeed, of the utter savagery of the (mostly British, of course) seamen and others who purchased them … on the open market …
these days is Big Business, a source of income based on pure Theatre.
Theatre rules across the board, from the opportunistic ‘haka’ at sporting events to the welcoming home of processed heads—
—and I imagine that at ground floor level some of the players are actually sincere.
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AS FOR ME
I simply stay away from Maori areas.
Racist? No … survivalist. I value, if not my life, my hub-caps … so I shan’t try to go surfing up north.
Or in the deep south … or west …
NZ Souvenir stall 17-1800s