They didn't just light the whare on fire — they sold the flames to donors, invoiced our mokopuna for the ashes, and dismantled every hose we had left to put it out.
He invokes the Treaty of Rarotonga to condemn a dummy warhead while washing 67 nuclear bombs, 152 dead civilians, and 50,000 Palestinian corpses off Washington's hands. The Pacific is not fooled. Whānau should not be either.
THE SHEEP, THE FLAMETHROWER, AND THE BURNING WHARE
This white supremacist neoliberal government didn't just fail to protect your whānau from tobacco. It sold them to the corporation that profits from their addiction — and now it wants your vote for cleaning up the ash.
They call it “digital modernisation”. I call it feeding Māori whenua and Pacific futures into Trump’s technofascist meat grinder — one Arcadia keystroke at a time.
They sell cages as compassion and exclusion as common sense, while the same white supremacist neoliberal machine keeps its boot on Māori throats and its hand in migrant pockets.
A Systematic Demolition of the 54th Parliament's Justifications for Bypassing Democracy — Every Claim, Every Lie, Every Live Link
E te whānau, I need to say this plainly. This work costs something. Not just money. Not just time. It costs concentration, sleep, emotional steadiness, and the ability to keep returning to material that is designed to exhaust you. The work published on The Māori Green Lantern sits inside that
He forged a ghost to hide a corrupt paper trail, spat on Pacific and Indian dignity, and now wants the keys to the public broadcaster for a government that rewards cruelty as policy
They didn't break the machine. They built it. They lost it. Now they want it back — and they're promising to keep it running.
Scrutiny Week Came and Went. Ten Māori Rangatahi Were Inside the Government's Boot Camp. The Minister Couldn't Tell Parliament How Many Were Still There.
Ko Wai Koe? — The Thirty-Minute Execution I want you to picture something. It is the morning of 17 March 2022. Eight hundred seafarers — real people, with kids to feed, rents to pay, lunches packed the night before — sit down in front of screens. A pre-recorded Zoom message plays.
