Saturday, February 11, 2017

MOANA - THE DISNEY MOVIE

 HE ATUA E TIPUA HE TANGATA

In Maori whakapapa (ancient narratives), the most important formative culture hero is Maui. So, when daughter Arena invited me to the movie, ‘Moana’, Disney’s portrayal of Maui, it came as no surprise that I was reluctant to go.  Maui Tikitiki-a-Taranga, a name that evokes the  magic of the voyaging spirit.
I was reluctant because ill informed journalism has been has been relentlessly cruel and costly for Maori.  The truth about Maori origins is encoded in the Maori narratives that breathe of sea, land and voyaging that put life into a vibrant landscape.  The Bible is to Christians as these ancient stories are to Maori.  As with The Book of Genesis, layered whakapapa provide a rationale for unfolding the wonder of a new world. 
He aha koa a Maui?  Maui is a trickster hero found in stories the world over.  He is potiki, the last born who outshines tuakana (older siblings) in daring, rascality and mischief always challenging his elders for a better society. As the Greeks alluded to Homer in their founding culture in philosophy, ethics, religion, architecture and law, and so with Maui who lived with these narratives for maybe longer. 

Thus Maui is the Maori counterpart to Hercules.  He is, as well their Odysseus and Archilles.  These can draw parallels to Prometheus and Icarus. I make no apology for the comparison to Christ.
Maui stories, of which there are nine, can be seen as representing man, Adam seeking to achieve equality with the atua (immortal beings) for him and for society.  He represents the free male faced by choice between continual daring and achievement in the face of overwhelming odds, to achieve on the one hand and acceptance of non-achievement (failure) on the other.  He is always having to prove himself to maintain and increase his mana.  He is the representative tohunga, the man of mana (power) and able to tap into the source of atua.  He is the representative potiki (last born), the haututu (mischief-maker) without proper respect for established conventions.  Maui is regarded with indulgence and even with pride because a wilful child, one on the wild side a bit is tolerated because haututu children are seen as potential leaders, sometimes arrogant always seeking change. Then there is the conflict of interest between the individual (Maui) and the group (Maui’s brothers).

Maui is restless for change.  As time passed, a thought came to the restless Maui impatient to prove himself once more.

Once Maui acquired the jawbone of his great grandmother, Murirangawhenua he fashioned it into the magic hook and planned to use it as a tool to achieve many great deeds.  After fashioning small jewellery and gardening utensils he then made spears to catch birds. And last of all, he made the many types of hooks to catch fish. He also fashioned ropes that tamed the sun.

These tasks finished, he turned his attention to fine lines and nets for fishing. His brothers did not know that Maui had taken their great grandmothers jawbone and used a part of it to make special hooks. And with the jawbone he was able to make many conquests to change for a better society.
Maui had heard in passing of his ancestor, Hinenuitepo, the guardian for the spirits of ancestors.  He sought to conquer her.  His father too knew of his burning desire and warned him.
” My son, I know that you are indeed a very brave young man, and that you have achieved much.  Yet, I fear that there is one who will bring you down.”
“Who might that be?”

“Your ancestor, Hinenuitepo, the Great kaitiaki (protector) of the spirits at Rarohenga..”

“Where can I fund her?”

“You can see her flashing there where the sky meets the earth to the west.”
“I am Maui.  I have achieved many things.  Is her strength that of the sun?  Yet I trapped and beat him.”
“Is she greater than the sea which is greater than the land?  Yet, the land yielded to me?”

“I am Maui, my task is not over.  Now, let us now seek life or death.”
“Let it be, my son.”

So he prepared himself to enter the body of the great lady.  He told his friends, the birds not to laugh or even murmur a sound. And with the tiniest birds of the forest, Maui travelled to the place of the setting sun.

“Now.  When I enter the body of this great lady, I want you all to remain silent.  Wait until I reappear again, then you may laugh all you wish.”

“You’ll surely die.”

“If you laugh too soon, then I will indeed die.  But, if I pass through her body I shall live.  And you shall all live.”

Divesting his loin garment, he prepared.  Winding the cord of his embattled jawbone firmly round his wrist, he stood erect and quivering. 


Katahi ia
Ka hoki atu ki te kainga
Ka mea atu ona matua ki a ia
“Kua rongo koe ki te ako atu
A haere ana koe ki te tinihanga
I ou tipuna ana, ana”.
Ka kite koe i te huhi
Ka mea atu ona matua ki a ia
E pai ana nau te whakaaro ora
Ki te ora
Ki te mate ranei
Penei ka rongo koe
I taku ako atu
Ka ora koe e tama
Noho kau te iwi



His naked body mottled and glistening in the setting light, he stepped resolutely forward, erect, firm and quivering.
Thus Maui began the odyssey of life.  Slowly, bit by bit he pulled himself into the body of Hinenuitepo.  First his head then shoulders disappeared until only his waist and legs could still be seen.  The cheeks of the watching birds puckered trying to hold back their mirth.  Watching Maui’s legs kicking around, the fantail could hold back no longer, and burst into laughter. 

Hinenuitepo awoke. Her eyes flashed like sharp obsidian.  She clapped her legs together. 

Now Maui was the first being to die.  Maui failed in this self-appointed final task to gain immortality for humans. 
The guardian of mortal souls, Hinenuitepo remains at the entrance to Rarohenga in the spirit world.

Moana Waialiki is a sea voyaging yarn around Maui.  She is the daughter of a chief in a long line of navigators. When her island's fishermen can't catch fish and the crops fail, she learns that a tangata tipua named Maui caused the blight for ailing the heart of Te Whiti. The only way to heal the island is to persuade Maui to return Te Whiti's heart.  She answers the call of her grandmother, Tala to seek Maui and restore the mana (prosperity) of the island.  Tala tells Moana, “In your heart you hold the greatest power ever known.” On the way she encounters Te Ka (Teka), the fiery atua of fire (reminders of Mahuika and the encounter with Maui).  Then there’s the sentient coconut pirates called Kahawai.
 
In the movie, for me Maui appears to be stupid.  It is Moana Waialiki that exemplifies the true spirit of Maui Tikitiki-a-Taranga.  Not infrequently, potiki succeeded where those of senior descent failed.  He had no scruples about using his acquired powers of magic. 

At the end of the scrolling credits, I, with others applauded the movie.   Maui, “I can explain every phenomenon, the tides, the grass, the ground, the sea.  I am Maui.” Then there’s Heihei (absent minded chicken), and Poaka, and the Sea Crest with loads of personality.  Another prize goes to the musical clam.  Dwayne Johnson failed the pronunciation breath-test a little.
The primal language of ancient stories tells us that these stories should not be relegated to mere ‘faery tayles’ as they are as ‘Myths and Legends.’  Ambiguity and ambivalence are not only common but are the essence in all fine art – like dreams there are elements of fact and elements of fiction merged seamlessly together into one.

To know Whenua and Moana is to know the richness of our corner of Earth – Te Ika-a-Maui (The North Island).


Post script: ‘Moana’ is a happy, fun story and can be seen as the typical role model for teina and young women. There are few things more powerful than hard work, a single-minded focus against the odds to do what must be done and to prove everyone wrong.  If you’re good and work hard, don’t look for luck.  Luck will find you.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Friends

My grandmother lives with Uncle Ben o her own land in her own little house with all her friends.

 

The sitting room is warm and cosy.  It has a sleepiness feeling about it.  Whenever I enter this room, time seem to stand still.  I felt relaxed and tired and a kind of peace filled up inside me.  That was the place for me to relax by the fire in the big chair.

 

On the walls are hundreds of photos of all the relatives.  Some of these were long gone, but somehow she could communicate with them.  Somehow. 

 

I used to watch her at night when the tv had just ended.  She'd fall asleep and her lips would move.  I could almost lip read what she was saying in Maori.  But as usual she would go too fast for me.  Sometimes, she would catch me trying to read her lips.  She would only smile at me.  Each time she smiled at me, I would go all warm and fall asleep.  If you looked closer into her eyes you could see her culture all stored away there inside.

 

I said she lived in her own house with all her friends.  To my grandmother her friends were all the photos hanging on the walls.  She knew them all.  To me, all the people there seemed to live on through her, because her face told the story of many tangi gone by.

 

Nanny, as she was known to all her mokopuna, is very understanding.  I hated travelling when I was small and Nanny lived twenty miles away.  She'd say to me, "You don't have to come if you don't want to because I have lots of friends." 

 

She would point to all the photos and smile.  That made me feel really good.  And now that I am older, I don't see her often.  But, I know that she has a lot of friends she could talk to about old times.  Photos of people is a way of keeping in touch with them.  Nanny and I seem to understand that relatives and the smiles are all joined together in a word called, "Friends."

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

SAVE THE SOUL OF IHUMATAO

I sat with Mavis Roberts, kuia of Te Ahiwaru, her son Saul and nephew Jim in her modest home under the lengthening shadow of the airport runway expansion.   She looked out her kitchen window across her tiny section, “One day these fields will come back to us as kaitiaki.” That was November 2010.
It’s Sunday 11pm 21 February 1864 at Rangiaowhia, near Te Awamutu where a congregation of elderly men, women and children are about to begin Holy Communion with ‘the blood of Christ’.  A rifle shot shatters the peace as eighty-eight men of The Forest Rangers of the 65th Regiment led by Col George Marmaduke Nixon mounted one of bloodiest attacks that pinned down the congregation and the church alight.  Von Tempsky and his Forest Rangers entered the fighting later.  Everyone inside perished.  Today there are streets around Ihumatao and the airport named after those bloody ‘heroes’ of the Empire.  A monument to Nixon stands in Otahuhu.  Here in Ihumatao the people of Te Awhitu, Kawerau-a-Maki, and Te Ahiwaru, Ngati Te Ata are not alone as they dig in for the remaining shards of their cherished Lands around Ihumatao; ancient, sacred and a future about to go. 
(Photo) The SOUL(diers), cousins of Ihumatao: Waimarie McFarland,, Moana Waa, Pania Newton, Haki Wilson, Qiane Matata-Sipu, Bobby-Jo  Pihema and children

SOUL (Save Our Unique Landscape) is led by new generation rangatahi who have put themselves through law school and into the media who now take the fight to where it matters most.  Cousins, Moana Waa, Pania Newton, Waimarie McFarlane, Haki Wilson and Quiane Matata have a linking heritage to the land and to the ancient Otuataua Stonefields around Ihumatao in Mangere.  They, with their supporters last November presented a petition to parliament with 4,000 signatures opposing The Special Housing Areas Act (SHA62) taking up land to build 480 homes on land around Ihumatao.  They know that they would be forsaking their children and generations to come if they don’t make a unified stand now.  They also know that their mana, prosperity and wellness was intact up to the [i]1860s when things turned very bad for them.  “Since the confiscations of 1863,” says Quiane Matata, “This community has been knocked by one set back or another as we prepare submissions to the Waitangi Tribunal.”

‘SoulTimes’ points out that, “The SHA is (1) In breach of the Treaty as the Act is passed without consultation and (2) That the Act does not make provision for the protection of Taonga and (3) It undermines the ability of the residents to exercise Kaitiakitanga in relation to the land.”  Their objections are laudable given that The Otuataua Stonefields and the land is the last bastion of Tainui history dating back to the ninth century.”
The state stripped them of their birthright making them dependent wards in their own country, first by confiscation and later by legal device through The Native Land Court to remove tupuna from their villages. The state waived its own laws to legitimise appropriation.  The lust for Maori land was cruel, unlawful and undeserving.  The consequences for the home people were language loss, cultural erosion, and social breakdown in the new nation they so enthusiastically helped to build. 
They spread out like vampires thirsting for the life-blood of Earth.  Free market capitalism is the new theology where wealth, not people is the new religion with its ethos of speaking so no one understands.
SOUL asks, “When will earth living humans learn to live with the land and stop plundering the generosity of a giving earth?”  We constantly face the ravages of weather, gun violence, fear and the deepening disparities between the poor and those who want more now choking our silent planet to the point where it’s ridiculously out of control.

Mavis Roberts adds, “We watch helpless as the mana of our land is sucked, like the water that’s bottled and sold.”  And since tribal identity is linked to land, the loss is more devastating.  I see richness in SOUL, in their elders and in their wider community.  But that’s wearing thin.

Te Ahiwaru, Te Akitai Te Kawerau-a-Maki and Ngati Te Ata are a giving, ingenuous people, deserving of respect.  They have been giving, open and future looking.  Their connection to this land is now seriously threatened by mergers and consolidations of wealth extremism.  
 “Let’s be nice”, some say, only trouble is nice doesn’t exist anymore.  The cold fingers of penury are reaching deep into the blood stream of our nation, especially when we see a mum with four kids (one a baby) facing winter sleeping out in a van in a cold street.
The Maori landscape is defined by a continuous cultural link to natural features such as wai (water), ngahere (forests), repo (marshlands), wharua  (valleys and estuaries), waahi tapu (sites, burial grounds, stone fields), waahi mahinga kai (cultivations), parekura (fortifications and fortresses), paparahi (ancient tracks), and ahi ka (fires on the land).
This threatened space is for the people of Ihumatao a taonga or a cultural treasure. It means also the obligated Kaitiakitanga or protection of the land and its natural resources.  During the Waitangi Tribunal hearings (1985), the nation heard other stories of heroes like Tarapipipi Te Waharoa of Ngati Haua who, with a mere 500, built a formidable fortress between the Waikato River and Lake Waikare at Te Kauwhata defending their mana against the overwhelming odds of 1300 troops and a gun-boat, on 20 November, 1863.  They routed the might of the mightiest empire.  For trying to defend house and home, they were quickly slapped with The Suppression of Rebellion Act of 1863 for a rebellion that didn’t take place.

 “The Natives were treated as rebels and war declared against them before they had engaged in rebellion of any kind and in the circumstances they had no alternative but to fight in self defence.  In their eyes, the fight was, not against the Queen’s sovereignty, but a struggle for house and home ...”. (The Hon Sir William Sim, Royal Commission Report, 1926)

So, what happened?  What happened is well documented in the testimonies put before The Waitangi Tribunal:
“... it was therefore resolved to drive these poor men and women and their children from their homes and confiscate their lands. There was no difficulty in finding a pretext.  They were Maoris and relatives of Potatau....”  (The Hon Sir William Sim, Royal Commission Report, 1926)
Is this retribution for a ‘rebellion’ to defend house and home?  Eleven thousand acres around Ihumatao was confiscated and today all that is left is 1.5 acres of Maori Reservation Land on which the Makaurau Marae stands.  They feel powerless against the political and corporate elite of power brokers to preserve what little is left.  “Since the confiscations,” Says Pania Newton, “Our community has suffered.”
I see a people spurned whose voice is no longer a voice in the wilderness.  It is the voice of moderation for justice, not violence nor insurrection.  Yet.  How much more can they take?  Still, they continue to watch over their dwindling acres and exercise kaitiakitanga just as Kaiwhare, their benevolent taniwha oversees the harbour and the bounties of Tangaroa.  Strangers keep coming, whose underlying ethos was strictly to gain more land.  They came in the guise of friends from their own repressive structures. 
 “Standing at this corner, “says Pania Newton, one of the cousins, “And looking over the land, I see this beautiful green space;  a peaceful, very spiritual space. I see European and Maori history. I see the Maori history when our tupuna were settled in this area. It’s very quiet here. It’s peaceful.  It’s devastating to look at this land and try and picture a 480 unit, high-density housing going up.” 
Qiane Matata-Sipu adds, “The SHA Act doesn’t allow for Maori to have input about what areas are designated as Special Housing Areas.  That goes against the Treaty of Waitangi. I want my children to have some connection to the whenua in the way that their great-grandparents did.” 
Soul will take their peaceful fight to the streets, to the courts and into parliament.  They are fighting for the mana of their tupuna. They’re not alone.  Ironically, Tainui in Mangere has again shown great generosity of spirit as they did in the 1860s by opening the doors of one of its marae at Te Puea to the poor and homeless.  They deserve respect and they deserve honour.  The ‘cousins’ of SOUL Ihumatao are telling their story.  The more disagreeable the truth then the more it must be told.  Their fight is for house and home.  “They want everything,” Mavis Roberts concludes, “When will the struggle end?  We have only hope.” 
They cling to hope.  Hope is inside.  No one can take it away.  No good thing ever dies. 
Haare Williams Papakura 28/07/16



[i] 1863The Suppression of Rebellion Act
No right of trial before imprisonment its intention was the punishment of ‘certain aboriginal tribes of the colony’, for rebelling against the Crown



Thursday, July 21, 2016

ŌTUATAUA
The Ihumatao Stonefields in Manukau 


“One day these fields and land will come back to us as kaitiaki,” the impassioned words of Mavis Roberts, kuia of Te Ahiwaru tribe sat in her lounge looking out across the waahi that was once a sacred site for her people of Ihumatao, now being swallowed up irrev0ocably by Auckland’s International Airport expansion.

Some weeks earlier, I sat amongst the Otuataua rocks with a sketch book in hand and felt the nearness of her ancestors looking over my shoulder nodding their heads approvingly now, her words echoing their anguished cries when they were stripped off these cherished acres going right back to 1863 for alleged disloyalty to Queen Victoria.  A long time to grieve. 

As I sat amongst those rocks, there was an omnipresence of Te Ahiwaru generations around their fires, fishing nets and gardens.  I also felt their presence when the local tribes gave evidence to The Waitangi Tribunal Manukau Harbour Claim 1986:

The Natives were treated as rebels and war declared against them before they had engaged in rebellion of any kind and in the circumstances they had no alternative but to fight in self defence.  In their eyes, the fight was not against the Queen’s sovereignty, but a struggle for house and home ...”
(The Hon Sir William Sim, Royal Commission Report, 1926)
For Mavis, her son Saul, and nephew Jim, “This is more than a commercial thing without a heart,  a cash till nor is it a space for boxes to be built upon boxes.”  I asked, “What does this land mean?”  “He pūmanawa! A heartbeat!” 

“The old name for those stones is Atuataua – The Warriors of the Gods,” Saul Roberts told me.

Aucklanders turned their backs on this space in the 1960s when the sewage ponds were sited here,  “Though in a funny way that has protected the area from going the same way as other parts of Auckland.” 

The stone walls is evidence of a thriving industry built around survival; every stone moved with bare hands their warmth trapped in mounds provided the hothouses to propagate seeds and seedlings for planting in the fertile soils.

I saw images of harvesting the bounties of Tangaroa protected by the kaitiaki of The Manukau Harbour, [1] Kaiwhare’ the watchful taniwha. Their mana and prosperity was intact up to the 1860s when things went awfully wrong. This sublime rural landscape is as old as human habitation as early as the ninth Century.  The Otuataua Stonefields is testimony to the resourcefulness of early Maori to use stone walls to trap the heat in the walls of their houses and stone mounds. 

In their storage pits the stones provided a way to preserve food stocks such as kumara, taro and in later years, potatoes.

What happened? 

What happened is well documented in the testimonies put before The Waitangi Tribunal:

“... it was therefore resolved to drive these poor men and women and their children from their homes and confiscate their lands. There was no difficulty in finding a pretext.  They were Maoris and relatives of Potatau...”.
(The Hon Sir William Sim, Royal Commission Report , 1926)

Tainui tribes had valid customary rights promised under the treaty when it was signed in 1840.  Those rights were protected and guaranteed by the British Crown. In closing its hearing on The Manukau Harbour, The Waitangi Tribunal wrote;

 “… its governors and officials acted with ruthless pragmatism that sidelined the treaty and deliberately advantaged settlers over Maori, and its purchases left Te Ahiwaru, Te Aki Tai, Kawerau-a-Maki and Ngati Te Ata in poverty.”

1894, The Validation of Invalid Land Sales Act meant that any Pakeha settler mis-dealings concerning Maori land were legitimised by this Act. Te Ahiwaru, Te Akitai and Ngati Te Ata in Auckland and other tribes lost land through this vicious Act.


Evidence of Pakeha settlement here in the 1800s also abound; reminders in the names Ellett, Rennie, Wallace, Mendelsshon and Montgomerie families.

The Ōtuataua Stone Fields were secured as a reserve in 1989 by The Manukau City Council, in Sir Barry Curtis’ words;

“To honour the history of the land and the people who built their homes and raised the families here over the past 800 years.”
Well, the signs are that’s come to an end …

The second runway for Auckland International Airport has already gobbled up whanau and land.  Tracts of rich horticultural soils around Mavis and her whanau are going.  And there’s no easing back in sight.

Saul Roberts told me, “Big wet boxes go up everywhere and nowhere.  Once land becomes urban then there’s no going back.  It’s called progress, but at what cost?”

“Every time I open my back door, I see the shadow of an airport,” Mavis concluded. “No, it’s never too late; the heartbeat of our ancestors breathes in us.”

And so, despite a Royal Commission Report, and a hearing before The Waitangi Tribunal, the litany of broken promises for Mavis and her people continue. 

Rua Cooper, Tainui kaumatua left us this taonga:
 “Ahakoa nga hara kua ūtaina ki runga ki te moana tapu e hora nei, ngā he me ngā whakamomori kei tua, ahakoa te kaika te ngākau o a mātau rangatahi, ka ū tonu te ngākau māhaki o te iwi o Manukau ki te ture Atua, ki te ture whenua, me te ture o te motu.  Engari, me whakatika ngā hara ahakoa atu mehe tīmata ano”
Rua Cooper 1992
(Translation)
Despite wrong doings to the people and to the Manukau Harbour, and some chafing at the bit by our young people, those before us reaffirmed their loyalty to the nation; it’s not our loyalty that is in question but the good faith of the other partner of the treaty.  Past wrongs can be put right, and it’s not too late to begin again.”

Manukau has a special cultural heritage.  The Ōtuataua Stonefields can only survive where it is.  



[1] Te Manuka – the name, meaning “anxiety” over the dangerous harbour crossing was named by Hoturoa, captain of Tainui canoe