#lestweforget – te ngutu o te manu

translation : ‘the Beak of the Bird’


every year we remember the queen and her god dam birthday.

it has no relevance to us and if anything, is a fucking insult.

her imported colonial disease ridden troops,

borrowed from all corners of the globe.

stolen from other countries and cultures they had killed off.

absorbing their people into their front line troops.

expendable i think they call them.


of this batch, came mongrels.

commemorated mongrels.

that have streets and parks named after them.

plaques and crosses erected in their honour.

scattered all over our land

stand their erections of dysfunction.

it reads the dead memory:

this cross is erected in memory

of the officers & men who fell or died

from wounds received near this spot

in engagements with the maori tribes on the night

of August 20th and the morning of

August 21st 1868 and on September 7th 1868.

and 1oo years on

they remembered tangata whenua

as an after thought they named one,

and mention those

who were not caught up in an engagement.

but were defending their lands.

their homes.

their families.

their right.

to live.

their turangawaewae.

it reads:

Te Ngutu O Te Manu

This domain marks the locality of the fortified village Te Ngutu o te Manu

which in 1868 was the headquarters of the Maori tohunga and warrior chief,


On 21 August 1868 it was attacked and partially destroyed

by colonial forces commanded by Lieutenant~Colonel McDonnell.

A second assault made on 7 September by a combined European and Maori force,

resulted in a decisive victory for the defenders.

Among those killed on this occasion was Inspector Von Tempsky

of the Armed Constabulary who led one of the three

detachments of the attacking forces.

and still its commemoration

is polluted with blaming language.

the type that makes the engage-ees

complicit in their own demise.

and places the perpetrator in a more

respectable, victorious and historic light.

but no mention, other than the word ‘village’

denotes the sanctity of this place.

the place; when your feet touch the ground

you can hear the children,

and the soothing song of their mamas.

where; as you brush your finger tips over the branches,

you can smell the blood.

the tears.

where you can feel the war cry.

where you can feel the strategy,

the survival.

in the sunshine and the rain

you can feel their voices

whispering their strength

whispering their lives.

you can feel their voices

raging against the invasion

standing under the power of their ancient maunga

and their beautiful tipuna.


#throwback Jun 29, 2017 @ 13:01

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unfucking thyself 101.105




Homai to Aroha



Okay, so I thought I knew where I wanted to go with this post … but have re-started it twice … and of late, when something isn’t working, I wait, instead of forcing it.

How fucking mindful is that ay lol.

I was going to carry on writing about the children that were killed in the car accident, that I mentioned in my re-write post.

But truthfully, I can’t go there. I just can’t.

As an indication of my angst regarding this whole thing, here is a bullet point ramble.

  • we take away our maori children from their homes at a faster rate than pakeha, and place them in foster care.
  • we lock up our maori children, 14 – 17.
  • we send them to adult prison at 17-18.
  • we blame parentage.
  • we blame genetics.
  • we blame everything but the system and history.

All I can really say is that I feel a deep churning in my puku (tummy) that I only feel when something smells ‘off’ … sometimes I can’t tell what is off or whether it’s just my own pain being reflected out or some other cosmic bullshit I can’t quite place my finger on .. Yet.

All I can think of is 2 children dead after being chased by police. Those children are not much older than my eldest moko.

And that is all for today.

Oh … the photograph.

I found her in the garden this morning … under all the weeds and the junk I’m trying to get rid of before we move. There she was, just happy and bright, trying to get some sunshine.


feeling a tad lost …

#throwback Jul 15, 2016 @ 21:54

And yah know what still surprises Me … nearly 2 years on and I’m still responding to this shit, and it still has a depleting effect on the spirit. I don’t engage with the ignorant as much as I used to .. turns out most of the ignorant are ignorant by choice. It’s a place of padded out comfort. So I give that lot a wide berth …

It is discouraging when I am still hearing the same old bullshit remarks … being asked the same bullshit questions … listening to the same bullshit excuses …

We’re just about to put together some kind of learning programme thing for my mokos … because as much as I didn’t want to just yet (they are 10, 9, 4, 3 and 10 months with the 6th on the way), they need to be taught how to Survive in a systemically racist world. I still hope that the Race issue will slowly become less and less of an issue as the years go on … but in the meantime, the reality is, my mokos are required by Crown law to attend an educational facility. Here they are Not cared about as we would care for them … they are Not protected as we would protect them … they are not taught culturally accurate history … and they are treated detrimentally different … because they are Brown. Thats Not Ok. And its Not ok that oldest moko (very intelligent and gentle soul) comes home and asks why he is treated differently.

It’s time to teach them more without teaching them bitterness. They need empowerment but they need some serious survival skills, else they gonna be on the waiting list to be expelled or medicated. I shit you not.

As I’ve said over the last few weeks … its been a bit of a head fuck. But that’s not new really … it’s the ups and downs of life i guess.

The whole racism thing is getting to my spirit and even though i respond as i need to … it has a depleting effect … ‘powerlessness’ i think it is. It feels like your pushing runny shit up hill with a fork!

But this also is nothing new. I’ve been responding to my experiences, ethnicity included, for a long while now and some days i feel victorious; others, not so much.

I wonder sometimes, how much can one set of beings tolerate before it becomes completely intolerable?


#lestweforget – ourselves

Oh how quickly we forget.

Whether its convenience, or guilt, I am unsure.

But if we care to look,

take notice,

the evidence is everywhere.

You wonder why there is concern?

Or why you are made to be concerned?

That was an idea bestowed.

You wonder why we are criminals?

Are blood thirsty?

An idea bestowed.

You believe that we are un-employable.


Also an idea bestowed.

You believe we lack the ability to move forward.


Another idea bestowed.

You believe our culture is primitive.

That we are mistrusting of rule.

Yes, Ideas bestowed.

You are uncertain of what we are.

Who we are.

So are we.

Both ideas, bestowed.

Although we were not as ‘native’ or naive

as they thought, by their conception of those ideas;

And we didn’t lose a single battle waged against us,

In the end we were overpowered

by numbers.

They didn’t ‘outsmart’ us,

they never could.

Instead they had to employ more


colonial tactics.

Tactics empowered by ideas.

Employed by even our own.

And we are still dismantling those ideas today.

#throwback Jun 23, 2017 @ 08:04







war ~ bob marley


War~Bob Marley, 1976.

W A R : B O B ~ 1976

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Is finally
And permanently
And abandoned –
Everywhere is war –
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man’s skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes –
Me say war.

That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race –
Dis a war.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained –
Now everywhere is war – war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed –
Well, everywhere is war –
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south –
War – war –
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight – we find it necessary –
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Of good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!

freestyle: Freedom Response

They get us to believing

That our responses should be



Within reason.


The treatment endured,

Was none of those things.


Would the response be as such

On the way to


“There is no ‘right way’ to be a slave”

Chicken George ~ Roots.

#throwback Dec 19, 2016


unfucking thyself 101.42




Homai to Aroha



I’ve been helping my Mama clean out her art space, and she has the library of doom in there!

And look what we found :)


It will be.



australia day?

From My FaceBook yesterday:

#Racism has always been one of my points of #Resistance. ‘No shit’ I hear y’all say For me, it’s taken its many forms over the years and more recently, ‘direct angry response’ has led Me to a more sarcastic non-hikihiki approach. By this I mean … If you cannot understand what it is Indigenous / Coloured folk have been Resisting for, for hundreds of years; it is not my job to educate your ignorant asses. By ignorant, I mean those who are Unwilling to learn.

So on the eve of what I deem to be yet another tyrannical ‘holiday’, which is disguised as the ‘unification’ of ALL, but which is actually the brutal assimilation of ALL – which disregards history and continues to ignore the immense cost the Indigenous Peoples have endured … I have but 2 thoughts:

#WhiteAustralia (@theCrown) and it’s following, really need to get with the program. You are way way behind the times. And I think I would actually dub you the colony that is still playing catchup re history, colonisation, racism, acknowledgement and change.

To All Our Indigenous Compadre, whose whanaus were murdered, brutalised, raped, stolen … left hanging from trees … We Hear You!!! We acknowledge your grief and your loss and Your #Resistance.

For your viewing … Some Australian History we don’t get to see on mainstream media:

The First Australians Fight Back  – John Pilger – The Secret Country – 1985



the block ~ akua naru

The Block ~ Akua Naru, 2012




#meme is a tweet that reads:

Excellent questions from the wallow my daughters classroom:

Always ask yourself:

Who writes the stories?

Who benefits from the stories?

Who is missing from the stories?