This white supremacist neoliberal government cannot feed the people, house the people, or honour Te Tiriti, so it imports a foreign moral panic, pours it over trans, intersex and takatāpui whānau, and calls the smoke “common sense.”
Bay of Plenty Regional Council handed landowners the legal cover to erase a community swimming place in the rohe of Whakatōhea — no public notice, no community consent, no shame.
When $131 million buys assimilation and Māori tamariki are still left behind, we must name the architects — and the ideological network that pays them.
A party that cannot name the assets it will restructure — and blames the Treaty for that silence — is not your partner. It is your coloniser in a different coat.
How a former Labour deputy became the respectable face of a curriculum designed to erase your children's identity — appointed to a dying advisory group with no scheduled meetings, no binding power, and 103 days left to run
Corporate-funded ideologues celebrate mass unemployment while Māori workers and vulnerable communities bleed — and New Zealand's media calls it analysis.
I, Ivor Jones — Te Māori Green Lantern — am done being polite about a white supremacist neoliberal government that is dismantling the Crown's own Treaty obligations while the polls show the people are waking up.
This white supremacist neoliberal government cannot feed the people, house the people, or honour Te Tiriti, so it imports a foreign moral panic, pours it over trans, intersex and takatāpui whānau, and calls the smoke “common sense.”
Bay of Plenty Regional Council handed landowners the legal cover to erase a community swimming place in the rohe of Whakatōhea — no public notice, no community consent, no shame.
When $131 million buys assimilation and Māori tamariki are still left behind, we must name the architects — and the ideological network that pays them.
A party that cannot name the assets it will restructure — and blames the Treaty for that silence — is not your partner. It is your coloniser in a different coat.
Ivor Jones The Māori Green Lantern
They took Rangitahi. They farmed it into the ground. They fenced off the best bits and called themselves conservationists. And now, in May 2026, they're running a business tender for it.
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They demolished the watchdog, bought the newsroom, starved the tamariki, and came for my platform — and I kept publishing. Over 1,000 essays later, the taiaha has not been laid down.
An 84-year-old colonial revivalist told Oxford that my people are primitive — while my people were in the room, watching, and waiting. This is the answer he was never prepared to receive.
While Te Arikinui sipped tea with King Charles and the Māori Epstein Class toasted their portfolios in London, 70,000 tamariki Māori went to bed hungry. The Kīngitanga didn't fail te iwi. It forgot them — and called that leadership.
They strip Treaty protection from Māori tamariki, delay the backlash with a curriculum concession, then stand in front of cameras and call the wreckage progress.
The architect of manufactured poverty just received the Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit. Tadhg Stopford drew the constitutional map. Now we name the bodies — and the mechanism.
One has spent fifteen years breaking Māori political structures. The other has spent fifteen years building communities from the inside. Te Tai Tokerau does not need nostalgia. It needs rangatiratanga.
A man threatened to destroy a woman's career. A court ruled him unlawful. His co-leader went on television and said "tough seasons happen." This is what complicity sounds like when it wears tikanga clothing.
When a government writes a company permission to kill a river — replaces that permission with a living law it keeps weakening — and then bans the courts from making corporations pay for the damage — that is not negligence. That is a system. And it is working exactly as designed.
They promised no asset sales. They lied. And now they want to hand the people's bank to the investors who already own everything else — while Māori whānau pay the price in silence.
They burned the referees, silenced the Māori journalist, and called it freedom. This is what a global disinformation network looks like when it arrives at your door.