Fairly said....thanks for your response I could not for the life of me understand the reasoning until now......am I a New Zealander ABSOLUTELY !!! like you and others ......there is no difference!! only in our minds
Fairly said....thanks for your response I could not for the life of me understand the reasoning until now......am I a New Zealander ABSOLUTELY !!! like you and others ......there is no difference!! only in our minds
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In discussions of this type, much is made of the fact that the use of the Maori language was at one time, firmly suppressed in our schools. I see it mentioned again in this thread.
However, I am led to believe that this measure was instituted at the request of senior Maori of the time, because they saw fluency in English as necessary for their people to progress in the world that had overtaken them.
I don't know whether this true or not, but I suspect that it is and let's assume for a moment that it is. I have read the names of those purported to have requested it.
If so, why is it almost never mentioned??
I suspect because it would destroy the arguments of those who use this piece of history for their own ends.
Further, is it also not possible that those Maori were right about English in the context of their time?
I may not be as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I always was.
Precisely, brother.
Ethnically, I am overwhelmingly Caucasian (primarily Scottish) with a little Negro thrown in about 5 generations ago.
On my father's side (of Scottish stock), my NZ family goes back to Wellington 1840. My father raided Scotland for a wife in 1955. I was born here. That makes me a New Zealander before any other consideration.
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Good question and I had to think about that. Firstly, lets not forget that all people living in NZ have some sort of migrant history. Mine being from Scotland and Maori being from Asia through Polynesia. Many others are now settling from elsewhere in the world too. Back when they were nailing JC to a cross the place was empty and up for grabs. Maori got here first but however the Europeans came along later with their conquer the waves, conquer the world view. The Maori for many reasons, including the sheer number of European migrants, just couldn't stop them and the Euros stayed. So here we all are with a 160 year old treaty as well.
Like a lot of us, I went and had an OE in the UK. Took a one year contract flying for British Airways and was initially based out of Edinburgh. On one trip the Scottish copilot that I was flying with asked me 'So how do you see yourself now, a Scotsman who has returned or a New Zealander visiting?'
I remember feeling a bit miffed that he had little concept of a New Zealander and his patronizing tone hinted to a view of his own superiority. We looked the same, spoke a similar language but in many ways we were quite different and I realized that time, location and perhaps the osmosis of mixing with other cultures had indeed made a difference. A New Zealand difference perhaps. So why do I call myself a New Zealander and not a Scotsman? It is because I was born here, my parents were born here but more importantly, I wish for a future here. To have a successful future we need to be all looking forward using the knowledge of our history as a lesson rather than dwelling on it and squabbling over what happened and going backwards. Fix the rip offs? Yes, but we must remember that the past is just that, the past. Its done, lets move on!
If you love it, let it go. If it comes back to you, you've just high-sided!
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There were likely Maori that were in favour of this.
There were probably also Maori that liked eating sausages, which proves that all Maori would rather eat European food.
There would have been Maori that wore hats, others that rode horses, some that lived in houses, others learned to read poetry, cook with pots, use kerosene lamps etc.
Because of this it is clear that all Maori wanted to ditch their culture and heritage and become Europeans.
...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
Anyway...what we call ourselves is slightly moot. We all must have a passport to travel the world. I don't see anyone described on one of those as being Maori/Pakeha/Whatever. We are New Zealanders. Except for Dover, of course.
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
yer it has just created the GIMME attitude..the thought of being hard done by and the idea to just sit back and wait for someone to hand over the goods as its easier to complain than go out and make a life.For me the treaty means NOTHING.I was born in New Zealand and am not english nor pakeha.My ancestors are nordic.I am very proud of my heritage but get pissed off when I am expected to respect someone elses rights and rituals and mine are totally disregarded.We are all governed by the 'crown' however so those laws ultimatly dictate.
Don't pull that bullshit about the loss of the language being because of the Pakeha, with me, I was here and I had my arse kicked along with the Maori kids for talking Maori!
Not by Pakeha but by Maori parents and Komatua, they wanted their kids speaking "English"!
Latter day Maori and immigrants just love to rabbit on with that bullshit as if they want us pakeha to go off on some bullshit guilt trip, well you don't know what you are talking about. Pissed off, John.
Settle dude.
I do remember getting caught fishing instead of learning history by one of the local Maori wardens when I were a nipper. He kicked my arse all the way home, giving me a history lesson of his own on the way.
Do I see a pattern here? Is it the academics that seem to be defending the treaty and the rest ambivalent or hostile? Interesting, should have set it up as a poll, with profession and perhaps age included...
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
No doubt about it. The provenance and exact attributes of my ancestors was most certainly covered in some depth. Although he somehow managed that in a way that failed to raise my mother’s ire. She thanked him, took to my arse some more with a wooden spoon and delivered yet more educational gems. All this a mere prelude to the main course, administered by the old man when he got home from work. My arse was sore for days but I learned a great deal about the true nature of crime and punishment.
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
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