New Zealand Listener – August 10, 2019

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when they mispronounce your language.
Talking tough.
Not giving up the struggle for survival.
Waiting patiently for another Ngata, Buck or Te
Kooti.
To love pāua and mussels and to be told you
have to have a Pākehā permit.
To know the difference between a Māori, a
Māori-Pākehā, a Pākehā-Māori and a Pākeha and

to beware of the last two.
To never drink alone.
To be able to dodge daggers at Pākehā social
gatherings.
To listen to all-white administrators and Uncle
Toms tell you that we are all New Zealanders and
not to know what that is.
To pray to God before a meeting.
Having a Pākehā tell you it is wrong to believe
in more than one God and listen to him tell you
about God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Ghost, The
Virgin Mary, St Patrick, St Francis, Joseph Smith,
etc.
To welcome a Pākehā at a marae with the height
of Māori poetic art and to receive a cup-of-tea
conversation in reply.
To miss work because so many of your

relations are dying.
Fighting for the New Zealand
Government to save the country
from the evils of communism and
fighting the New Zealand Govern-
ment to save your land.
Owning land and not being able to
use it.
Going to school to eat your lunch.
Watching the teacher teach
the other kids.
Punching a Pākehā in the
mouth for saying you are
dumb.
Getting your Pākehā spouse
to go and ask the landlord
for the flat.
Belonging to a particular
tribe that is the best in the
country.
Believing that your canoe is
most certainly better than
the Queen Mary.
Having your friends and
relatives accuse you of being
a traitor if you earn more
than $7000, wear a tie and
drive a new car.
Thinking there’s something
wrong with your television
when it appears to be always
hooked up to Great Britain.
Watching Tarzan save Africa.
Liking Air New Zealand’s tail.
Feeding everyone who comes to
the door and hunting for your best
china for the Pākehā.
Buying your son new shoes because
he gave his to his cousin.
Running yourself broke to service
the marae to service the whole
world.”
Being Māori is hard, being Māori
is sad, being Māori is to laugh,
being Māori is to cry, being Māori is
forever. l

Ranginui Walker, from Whakatōhea, was
an academic and Listener columnist. He
died in 2016.

‘W


e are all one people,”
said Captain Hobson,
at the signing of the
Treaty of Waitangi,
to give expression to the birth of
a new nation consisting of Māori
and Pākehā. No doubt those
famous words will be restated on
February 6 this year in the annual
commemorative rituals at
Waitangi.
In recent times, Hobson’s
words have been rephrased
to “We are all New Zealand-
ers” by politicians and other
public figures who make
pronouncements about Māori.
In essence, this latest variation
of the “one people” myth is a
cultural put-down and a denial
of Māori identity. It expresses
our country’s deeply rooted
commitment to assimilation as
a solution to complex relations
in a heterogeneous society.
The Pākehā majority is so
convinced of the inspirational
effect of this unilateral myth of
oneness that it seldom occurs
to them to consult Māori
views. Recently, I came into
possession of a document circulating
among Māori, called “Being a Māori
Is”. With acknowledgements to its
Tuhoe originators, the following
selection is offered to measure against
the one-people myth.
“Being a Māori is:
Having the greatest grandparents in
the world.
Respecting your elders because they
have earned it.
Having 250,000 brothers and
sisters.
Fouling up the Government and its
statistics.
Having nowhere for the kids to go,
and getting a visit from the police
who want to see them.
Not laughing at your children

Why the “one people” myth is a cultural put-down


and a denial of Māori identity.


Being Māori is forever


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Ranginui Walker, June 15, 2009.

This column by Ranginui Walker is reprinted from the February 11, 1978, Listener.

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