100% Pure YOU! Is pure boring! It could do with a bit of colour. There’s way too much green and absolutely no shades of brown.
Apparently, Tourism NZ research says: cut the scenery and aim for the heart and soul of the visitor. But the YOU campaign is still landscape heavy backed up by bad acting and trite scripting.
Three Australian ads rolled out this week, all trying to evoke a different type of emotion.
Exhilaration: A 20-something year old girlie-girl getting her thrills jet boating, “…across ribbons of water through the most amazing landscapes you’ve ever seen”.
Passion: A couple finding romance riding horseback through bush, over hills to a deserted beach, “…to a place so close but feels so far away…”
Love: A father and son bond over a narrow bridge in dense native forest where, “…there’s no ticket office and no takeaways”.
Some bush, some water a horse – is that all we have to offer? I lived with Australians for a few years and I can tell you they’re a gusty lot. A jet boat, horse and bridge isn’t gonna pull their strings. There’s nothing special or authentic or compelling about these three things. Infact former ad agency boss Nigel Keats reckons our scenery isn’t our point-of-difference, our type of bush, water and horse can be found anywhere in the world. While Maori Party MP and tourism spokesperson Te Ururoa Flavell says what’s missing is the unique Maori factor.
To evoke soulful emotions means engaging all senses. Exhilaration requires one to stare into the eyes of fear, passion demands an out of body experience, familial love involves compassion. These are experiences of a spiritual nature. That’s not to say the ad makers need to conjure up kehua/ghost or apply some voodoo magic. But if according to Keats our scenery is a dime-a-dozen then the selling point is in the experience. If that unique experience is found with Maori as Flavell suggests then wouldn’t it be common sense to combine the unique experience with Maori.
If tourists want a thrill, I would offer up a powhiri from Kotane in Christchurch or Tamaki Village Rotorua or Haka Pa in Queenstown? The experience of a half naked tattooed warrior lunging at you with a long stick may not give you a 20 minute adrenalin rush but it sure as heck will spike your heart rate well above normal. If it’s passion visitors are after how about a night of ‘Opera in the Pa’ in Rotorua. Under the stars with some of the country’s greatest singers can inspire ardour in the most cynical of couples. If it’s a familial bonding experience then a waka trip along the Whanganui River with Awa Tours may do the trick. The team work and reliance on each other infused with astounding historical stories of the people and yes the beautiful country side is compelling.
Flavell is correct, Maori are found nowhere except here in gods zone. The audio and visual cues Keats was looking for, that will stand New Zealand apart from the rest of the world are within the Maori world. To promote New Zealand by highlighting Maori experiences, world, images and sounds, makes sense.
The opportunity isn’t lost. We can still make colourful ads that have that brown, indigenous and Maori experience for the North American and Asian markets. Tourists are demanding new, better different experiences – let’s give them that. It’s not about asking Tourism New Zealand to be bold and courageous – it’s just asking them to see what’s in front of them. So come on Tourism New Zealand let’s give the world what no other country has - Maori.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
PORN OLE SHANE JONES ALL IS FORGIVEN
That’s the thing about Shane Jones of Mangonui, he may very well have inherited his Dalmatian tupuna’s (ancestor) productive fecundity. His tupuna Andre Kleskovic and wife had 16 kids, Shane and Ngareta have 7. So when Jones says in response to watching those adult videos that he’s a red blooded male, yeah!.......it’s in his whakapapa.
That whole porn debacle is history, so-last-year, maybe not totally forgotten, but definitely forgiven by his leader Phil Goff. Shane did the right thing man’ed up, fell on his sword, wailed mea culpa and took the media fuelled flak. He scampered to the back benches and waited till the water was muddied by some other errant MP and all eyes were off him.
His self imposed banishment to Coventry paid dividends. He’s in line for one of the Labour big seats up front. He’s taking on Pita Sharples and the Maori Party in Tamakimakaurau. He won’t win. Sharples has done too much leg work in the area, not just during his time as a politician but his work with Kohanga Reo and Maori education has cemented his mana in the concrete jungles of Auckland. It’ll take a seismic quake to dislodge Sharples.
Taking on the co-leader of the Maori Party means Jones is on track to replacing former Minister of Maori Affairs Parekura Horomia. The hefty fellow might vacate his chair but don’t bet on the son of Ngati Porou ceding the seat of Te Tai Rawhiti. Horomia is no slug when it comes to his East Coast people and make no mistake about it, the tribe that has a whale for an ancestor loves this man. He brushed aside his cousin Derek Fox and the Maori Party in 2008, with little more than a huff and a puff. So if Labour doesn’t want to lose one of the two remaining Maori seats, then they need to hang onto Parekura’s coat tails for dear life.
If Jones takes over the reins as shadow Maori Affairs Minister, he won’t stop there. Jones is ambitious. He’s after the Finance portfolio and why wouldn’t he covet that cache. He’s made for the job. The 51 year old is well schooled in finance and business. He has economics and politics degrees from Auckland and Victoria Universities and he is a Harkness Fellow from Harvard.
He’s revered by both Labour and National Parties for smoothing the troubled waters at the Waitangi Fisheries Commission. Under his Chairmanship back in 2000, Jones succeeded in sorting out the flotsam piled up over years of litigation and battles among tribes and urban Maori. Tribal scrapping over the distribution of some $800 million in fisheries assets was fierce, brutal. Interestingly it was Horomia that put Jones in that lead role.
If Jones is a political pole climber, then what’s to say he won’t make a tilt for the top job? Will Jones be the first Maori Prime Minister? Jones himself detests it when people say he’s Prime Minister in waiting. In his own words, “…that’s to court the guillotine” He points to his mate John Tamihere as an example of what happens when the death knell ‘first Maori Prime Minister’ tolls. Tamihere the West Auckland champion of city Maori is now in purgatory, on talk back radio sharing spit and spittle with his urban brother Willie Jackson.
The thing about Jones is that he is a team person. If he gets the nod at the top job it’ll be because he’s the best person for the position at that time. He won’t do a Chris Carter and hatch a sure-to-fail coup; he won’t even attempt a sure-to-win coup. He’ll come by the job legitimately, because he’s loyal to the leader, his colleagues and his party. He’s pragmatic, practical and a realist. There’s nothing stopping Shane Jones from going all the way. All the way to where though, well that’s up to the Maori-speaking, white, square-head kid from the gumfields of Te Aupouri. So we wait and watch.
That whole porn debacle is history, so-last-year, maybe not totally forgotten, but definitely forgiven by his leader Phil Goff. Shane did the right thing man’ed up, fell on his sword, wailed mea culpa and took the media fuelled flak. He scampered to the back benches and waited till the water was muddied by some other errant MP and all eyes were off him.
His self imposed banishment to Coventry paid dividends. He’s in line for one of the Labour big seats up front. He’s taking on Pita Sharples and the Maori Party in Tamakimakaurau. He won’t win. Sharples has done too much leg work in the area, not just during his time as a politician but his work with Kohanga Reo and Maori education has cemented his mana in the concrete jungles of Auckland. It’ll take a seismic quake to dislodge Sharples.
Taking on the co-leader of the Maori Party means Jones is on track to replacing former Minister of Maori Affairs Parekura Horomia. The hefty fellow might vacate his chair but don’t bet on the son of Ngati Porou ceding the seat of Te Tai Rawhiti. Horomia is no slug when it comes to his East Coast people and make no mistake about it, the tribe that has a whale for an ancestor loves this man. He brushed aside his cousin Derek Fox and the Maori Party in 2008, with little more than a huff and a puff. So if Labour doesn’t want to lose one of the two remaining Maori seats, then they need to hang onto Parekura’s coat tails for dear life.
If Jones takes over the reins as shadow Maori Affairs Minister, he won’t stop there. Jones is ambitious. He’s after the Finance portfolio and why wouldn’t he covet that cache. He’s made for the job. The 51 year old is well schooled in finance and business. He has economics and politics degrees from Auckland and Victoria Universities and he is a Harkness Fellow from Harvard.
He’s revered by both Labour and National Parties for smoothing the troubled waters at the Waitangi Fisheries Commission. Under his Chairmanship back in 2000, Jones succeeded in sorting out the flotsam piled up over years of litigation and battles among tribes and urban Maori. Tribal scrapping over the distribution of some $800 million in fisheries assets was fierce, brutal. Interestingly it was Horomia that put Jones in that lead role.
If Jones is a political pole climber, then what’s to say he won’t make a tilt for the top job? Will Jones be the first Maori Prime Minister? Jones himself detests it when people say he’s Prime Minister in waiting. In his own words, “…that’s to court the guillotine” He points to his mate John Tamihere as an example of what happens when the death knell ‘first Maori Prime Minister’ tolls. Tamihere the West Auckland champion of city Maori is now in purgatory, on talk back radio sharing spit and spittle with his urban brother Willie Jackson.
The thing about Jones is that he is a team person. If he gets the nod at the top job it’ll be because he’s the best person for the position at that time. He won’t do a Chris Carter and hatch a sure-to-fail coup; he won’t even attempt a sure-to-win coup. He’ll come by the job legitimately, because he’s loyal to the leader, his colleagues and his party. He’s pragmatic, practical and a realist. There’s nothing stopping Shane Jones from going all the way. All the way to where though, well that’s up to the Maori-speaking, white, square-head kid from the gumfields of Te Aupouri. So we wait and watch.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
DIARY OF AN URBAN GARDENER: A STIRLING GARDEN
I’ve come to the realisation, gardeners and especially ones that till vegetable plots are some of the hardest working and most productive people I know. Bending, raking, digging, pulling, pushing can be back breaking work. Even when 
the plot is in full bloom maintaining these sights is more time consuming and often more expensive than a 20 year old property-tycoon hunting, wannabe-model, sometimes-PR-assistant, celebrity-page stalker. But the pay-off to gardeners is tremendous and multilayered, where as pay back in the latter is usually in damages to pocket and reputation.
I have a great mate. Julie Stirling is her name, she is super productive and not a tycoon-hunter, celebrity stalker. She lives in Pt Chevalier and has a tremendous vegetable garden. In fact if Julie and her flatmates were strictly vegetarian of the vegan kind, there would be no need for them to shop for food. Julie has created a self sufficient, self sustaining world. She has the usual suspects, corn, cabbages, radishes, lettuces, strawberries and raspberries. There are also fruit trees, apples, lemons. 
This is a good thing because putting food on the table is becoming more difficult for the average household. A few months ago Otago University's school of human nutrition released its annual food costs survey of how much it costs
to feed a family based on healthy nutritional guidelines. The Otago survey confirms what shoppers already know – it's getting more expensive to buy even the most basic of groceries. In some areas prices have risen by more than half over the past five years with Auckland being the most
expensive place for a family of four to eat. It costs $274 a week for basic food items, $14 more than it did a year ago for the most basic shop but a staggering $100 more than five years ago. Wellington is the second most expensive city, with basic prices almost on a par with Auckland, while Hamilton is the second-cheapest, with prices being just $2 higher than Christchurch (the cheapest).The Otago figures do not include non-food items such as personal care and cleaning products, or other household supplies such as rubbish bags and paper towels.
So Julie is doing herself and flatmates a great financial service. Of course it would have cost them in upfront costs to get started. 
Probably $250 to buy the seedlings, or first plants, a couple of the new fruit trees some implements. So for a little less than an average families weekly spend, Julie’s household can dine on their fare all year round. That’s an incredible saving. There is the labour involved which is intensive or not depending on your gardening-ethics, but in actual money spent versus money saved there is no comparison.
Julie puts a lot of time and attention into her garden. In return she’s reaped what she’s sowed, including honey. 
The outstanding feature for me was her bee-hive. Buzzing away merrily in the corner was a swarm of honey-bees in what looked like a metal box the size of a small portable smoker. Surrounding it were a myriad of dwarf fruit trees and more vegetable plants. Julie handed me the outcome of the bees hard work. I’m not a great honey eater – too sweet, but this beautifully textured almost toffee like stuff tasted a hint of woody smoke. Amazing that this honey comes from a small Pt Chevalier backyard.
Each night I watch my friend Julie Stirling’s Facebook postings to see what culinary fare she’s whipping up with produce from her garden. She eats meat so; her garden fare on occasion compliments the main dish. With her herbs I notice Julie tosses into salads and like many keen chefs she also has a knack of turning them into delectable dressings. The mix of salty and bitter herbs Julie mixed to dress her salad would have brought out the nuttiness of the pesto in her chicken mignon – the dinner she 
served up to her flatmates the other night. Julie will no doubt get some egg-laying chickens next. I look forward to her critique, and to learning all about the feathered creatures because I intend to get some for our little Mt Albert backyard as well.In the meanwhile Julie gave me some cabbage plants which I’ve planted and look for all intents and purposes doing very well. But the proof is in the growing and eating and I look forward to the eating.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
DIARY OF A GARDENER: TICKLING THE WATERMELONS
I learnt the most fascinating thing yesterday. I learnt that you and 
me, humans can assist watermelon plants breed, get pregnant, become fertile, pollinate – whatever the term is in garden lingo. My best friends Brother Brent and his wonderful partner Michelle showed me how by using the male flower to tickle the female stem or bulb can fertilise the plant. So my friends regularly give their plant a helping hand if the female bulbs look a bit barren. Watermelons self-fertilise, with the female flower being pollinated equally well by pollen from a male flower on the 
same or a different plant. 
They’re not strictly hermaphrodite though and unlike worms which are, watermelons need the wind, bees, birds or loving human guardians to transfer the pollen along the same plant or across to a neighbouring one. So I found this titbit of knowledge fascinating because it was so rudimentary in a cycle-of-life, universal inter-connected co-existence kind of way. I suppose the smallness of the deed – the tickling of a bulb to produce substanance to feed not just a small family of four but an extended whanau and friends totalling over 100 (a large well producing plant can bear over 20 watermelons), that’s humanity at grassroots level.
My two friends Brother Brent and 
Michelle, they’re clever people. They live in Mt Albert the same suburb as me and my little family. That’s not why they’re clever; they’re smart because they can grow food in a tyre. The couple reckon it retains heat especially when the temperature drops and I suppose it’ll be a great deflector of frost in winter almost as good as a glasshouse. They have full, healthy kamokamo and tomatoes packed into that broken truck tyre. As soon as I saw it, it brought back memories of my neighbours the Meads in Galbraith Street. They had blue, green, 
yellow swans made out of discarded car and truck tyres. The Meads planted flowers; pansies, carnations and daffodil bulbs inside the hollowed-out middle. I always thought them ugly. But a tyre with food in it, now that’s a much more attractive sight, practical, principled, purposeful.
I won’t be as ambitious for my garden as Brother Brent and Michelle are with theirs. I can’t be because I’m starting over again after a ten year hiatus. I have to relearn things,
how to grow what to grow when to grow. It’s a whole new relearning. But more than that I’m older and the back isn’t as strong as it used to be and what used to take me an hour seems to take me a day. It was good to visit my friend’s garden. Wonderful to watch Michelle tickle the watermelon bulb, discuss the merits of discarded rubber tyres and to spend time and share food with wonderful people.
me, humans can assist watermelon plants breed, get pregnant, become fertile, pollinate – whatever the term is in garden lingo. My best friends Brother Brent and his wonderful partner Michelle showed me how by using the male flower to tickle the female stem or bulb can fertilise the plant. So my friends regularly give their plant a helping hand if the female bulbs look a bit barren. Watermelons self-fertilise, with the female flower being pollinated equally well by pollen from a male flower on the 
same or a different plant. 
They’re not strictly hermaphrodite though and unlike worms which are, watermelons need the wind, bees, birds or loving human guardians to transfer the pollen along the same plant or across to a neighbouring one. So I found this titbit of knowledge fascinating because it was so rudimentary in a cycle-of-life, universal inter-connected co-existence kind of way. I suppose the smallness of the deed – the tickling of a bulb to produce substanance to feed not just a small family of four but an extended whanau and friends totalling over 100 (a large well producing plant can bear over 20 watermelons), that’s humanity at grassroots level.
My two friends Brother Brent and 
Michelle, they’re clever people. They live in Mt Albert the same suburb as me and my little family. That’s not why they’re clever; they’re smart because they can grow food in a tyre. The couple reckon it retains heat especially when the temperature drops and I suppose it’ll be a great deflector of frost in winter almost as good as a glasshouse. They have full, healthy kamokamo and tomatoes packed into that broken truck tyre. As soon as I saw it, it brought back memories of my neighbours the Meads in Galbraith Street. They had blue, green, 
yellow swans made out of discarded car and truck tyres. The Meads planted flowers; pansies, carnations and daffodil bulbs inside the hollowed-out middle. I always thought them ugly. But a tyre with food in it, now that’s a much more attractive sight, practical, principled, purposeful.I won’t be as ambitious for my garden as Brother Brent and Michelle are with theirs. I can’t be because I’m starting over again after a ten year hiatus. I have to relearn things,
how to grow what to grow when to grow. It’s a whole new relearning. But more than that I’m older and the back isn’t as strong as it used to be and what used to take me an hour seems to take me a day. It was good to visit my friend’s garden. Wonderful to watch Michelle tickle the watermelon bulb, discuss the merits of discarded rubber tyres and to spend time and share food with wonderful people.
Monday, December 13, 2010
DIARY OF A POLITICAL OBSERVER: OBSERVING MANUREWA
DIARY OF A POLITICAL OBSERVER
Louisa Wall deserved to win Labour’s selection to replace George Hawkins in Manurewa.
The 38 year-old Policy Advisor, former Labour List MP, former Black Ferns, Silver Ferns and I think White Ferns player was voted in by Party members to represent Labour at next year’s general elections. Last weekend’s battle royale was fought over an 8 hours marathon. What a fight she had to put up, and the all-in Party brawl wasn’t of her making either. The selection was an internal Party hierarchy bitch-fight with different factions wheeling and dealing well before the actual vote day.
Testosterone-prone power Union EPMU pitched their brawn behind Jerome Mika, while feminist-driven Service Workers Union backed Louisa Wall. Outgoing MP George Hawkins favoured his Electorate Vice-Chair Ian Dunwoody, while Shane Te Pou would have garnered support from Māori and Amelia Schaaf Tongan quarters.
Current List MP Ashraf Choudhary entered the fracas, no doubt with the support of the Labour caucus. But at the end of selection it was neither the Party nor electorate that won. It was the might of the Unions that won the booty.
You have to feel for the losers. Choudhary, an incumbent MP who lives in South Auckland runs an electorate office 10kms down the road but can’t get selected, speaks volumes on who runs the Party. Choudhary has a tendency to upset by trying to please. He earned the ire of Winston Peters by using the Koran during his swearing in to Parliament in 2002, not that that’s any big deal (upsetting Winnie or hand-laying on the Koran). The Pakistani born MP went on to upset the Muslims by voting in favour of the Civil Union Bill. But flabbergasted everyone else by saying stoning of homosexuals is ok everywhere except here in New Zealand.
Ian Dunwoody a 20 year Party loyalist and campaigner, local community champion and resident found that on the day – and unlike recent local body elections, ‘local’ stands for nothing. Shane Te Pou has a bit of a shady past. The HR Manager was embroiled in the 2007 Bill Liu aka Yong Ming Yan aka Yang Liu aka William Yan citizenship debacle which also involved Shane Jones, former MP Dover Samuels, and disgraced maverick Chris Carter. Barrister Amelia Schaaf is a political unknown of substance on the national stage and that is a concern to all.
Jerome Mika, a highly regarded comrade of Little’s is listed in the EPMU staff list as Lead Organizer. He’s a good friend of Len Brown – so don’t be surprised if he was behind the mobilization of Union members who rallied the South Auckland voters behind the new Auckland Mayor.
Louisa Wall has a long history in running unsuccessful political campaigns. She stood as a list candidate at the 1999 election and again in 2002 but her low ranking failed to get her over the line and onto the back benches. In 2005 she stood as Labour's candidate in the very blue seat of Port Waikato (now Hunua) but lost out to Paul Hutchison. She finally made it to the Beehive by default thanks to Ann Hartley’s retirement in 2008. But a few months later it all went awry again when she moved into the Māori seat of Tamakimakaurau and lost to Māori Party co-leader Pita Sharples. It was during the 2008 election that she upset Party leaders by urging constituents to give her their party vote, when in fact Labour were running a two-ticks campaign. Wall’s tūrū-hopping (seat jumping) is an indication of the Party’s disregard towards its Māori candidates rather than her apparent desperation to get to Wellington. She will be the first Māori and first Māori woman to run in a general seat for Labour in its 194 year history. While we applaud that on the other hand that’s a down-right travesty that a socialist-left leaning Party doesn’t recognize the merits of its Māori members. I’ll stand to be corrected (about her being 'first Māori') – but I don’t think I am wrong. Until then I say shame on Labour for leaving it this long.
Wall would have won the Manurewa selection partially on her merits; she would have researched and known intimately the place, the people, the Party. She would have given impassioned speeches that showed the potential of an individual who would work to unite Party factions. Voters at the selection would have seen in her a world champion athlete with an 11 year old never-say-die attitude. Make no mistake about it though, her selection was assisted by the might of the sisterhood of the SWU. Cynics would also say in-house boy-bickering assisted her win.
Wall was the right candidate. The people spoke. She will need to start campaigning now. National's Cam Calder is no sloth. He’s tirelessly hard working and has a savvy campaign and electorate team behind him.
Manurewa is Labour’s seat to lose.
Will the Labour Party factions be able to ditch its differences, hold hands in harmony and get on with the job? My bet, it’ll go the way of Mana in Wellington and the 6,700 majority will be slashed dramatically.
Louisa Wall deserved to win Labour’s selection to replace George Hawkins in Manurewa.
The 38 year-old Policy Advisor, former Labour List MP, former Black Ferns, Silver Ferns and I think White Ferns player was voted in by Party members to represent Labour at next year’s general elections. Last weekend’s battle royale was fought over an 8 hours marathon. What a fight she had to put up, and the all-in Party brawl wasn’t of her making either. The selection was an internal Party hierarchy bitch-fight with different factions wheeling and dealing well before the actual vote day.
Testosterone-prone power Union EPMU pitched their brawn behind Jerome Mika, while feminist-driven Service Workers Union backed Louisa Wall. Outgoing MP George Hawkins favoured his Electorate Vice-Chair Ian Dunwoody, while Shane Te Pou would have garnered support from Māori and Amelia Schaaf Tongan quarters.
Current List MP Ashraf Choudhary entered the fracas, no doubt with the support of the Labour caucus. But at the end of selection it was neither the Party nor electorate that won. It was the might of the Unions that won the booty.
You have to feel for the losers. Choudhary, an incumbent MP who lives in South Auckland runs an electorate office 10kms down the road but can’t get selected, speaks volumes on who runs the Party. Choudhary has a tendency to upset by trying to please. He earned the ire of Winston Peters by using the Koran during his swearing in to Parliament in 2002, not that that’s any big deal (upsetting Winnie or hand-laying on the Koran). The Pakistani born MP went on to upset the Muslims by voting in favour of the Civil Union Bill. But flabbergasted everyone else by saying stoning of homosexuals is ok everywhere except here in New Zealand.
Ian Dunwoody a 20 year Party loyalist and campaigner, local community champion and resident found that on the day – and unlike recent local body elections, ‘local’ stands for nothing. Shane Te Pou has a bit of a shady past. The HR Manager was embroiled in the 2007 Bill Liu aka Yong Ming Yan aka Yang Liu aka William Yan citizenship debacle which also involved Shane Jones, former MP Dover Samuels, and disgraced maverick Chris Carter. Barrister Amelia Schaaf is a political unknown of substance on the national stage and that is a concern to all.
Jerome Mika, a highly regarded comrade of Little’s is listed in the EPMU staff list as Lead Organizer. He’s a good friend of Len Brown – so don’t be surprised if he was behind the mobilization of Union members who rallied the South Auckland voters behind the new Auckland Mayor.
Louisa Wall has a long history in running unsuccessful political campaigns. She stood as a list candidate at the 1999 election and again in 2002 but her low ranking failed to get her over the line and onto the back benches. In 2005 she stood as Labour's candidate in the very blue seat of Port Waikato (now Hunua) but lost out to Paul Hutchison. She finally made it to the Beehive by default thanks to Ann Hartley’s retirement in 2008. But a few months later it all went awry again when she moved into the Māori seat of Tamakimakaurau and lost to Māori Party co-leader Pita Sharples. It was during the 2008 election that she upset Party leaders by urging constituents to give her their party vote, when in fact Labour were running a two-ticks campaign. Wall’s tūrū-hopping (seat jumping) is an indication of the Party’s disregard towards its Māori candidates rather than her apparent desperation to get to Wellington. She will be the first Māori and first Māori woman to run in a general seat for Labour in its 194 year history. While we applaud that on the other hand that’s a down-right travesty that a socialist-left leaning Party doesn’t recognize the merits of its Māori members. I’ll stand to be corrected (about her being 'first Māori') – but I don’t think I am wrong. Until then I say shame on Labour for leaving it this long.
Wall would have won the Manurewa selection partially on her merits; she would have researched and known intimately the place, the people, the Party. She would have given impassioned speeches that showed the potential of an individual who would work to unite Party factions. Voters at the selection would have seen in her a world champion athlete with an 11 year old never-say-die attitude. Make no mistake about it though, her selection was assisted by the might of the sisterhood of the SWU. Cynics would also say in-house boy-bickering assisted her win.
Wall was the right candidate. The people spoke. She will need to start campaigning now. National's Cam Calder is no sloth. He’s tirelessly hard working and has a savvy campaign and electorate team behind him.
Manurewa is Labour’s seat to lose.
Will the Labour Party factions be able to ditch its differences, hold hands in harmony and get on with the job? My bet, it’ll go the way of Mana in Wellington and the 6,700 majority will be slashed dramatically.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
DIARY OF AN URBAN GARDENER
Today I decided to go meet the neighbours and take a look at their gardens. My little family and I are new to the neighbourhood and I thought it would be a great way to meet people. 
So my little 2 year old and I toddled up the road to find ourselves a vegetable garden or two to examine, photograph and hopefully meet the owners. I didn’t need to go far. Almost directly across the road, I saw a family sitting on the doorstep watching an elderly gentleman tending a large relatively newly planted vegetable garden. Up the path we went. It turned out that Falakiko Kaitapu, his wife Sita and family are from Ha’apai in Tonga. They have been in New Zealand for about 10 years. Ha’apai is actually a group of coral islands - 62 in all. 45 are uninhabited and almost all are low coral islands with vibrant reefs and kilometres of deserted coconut tree framed white beaches. Your classic South Seas paradise postcard picture, it’s stunning. I grew up in Tonga and know Ha’apai. So when I heard that the Kaitapu family came from that group of Islands I thought what a huge social and cultural sacrifice they’ve made to be here in Aotearoa New Zealand.
There’s just over 50,000 Tongans in New Zealand but in terms of Tongan immigrants, the Kaitapu family at 10years are new comers to the country. Tongans have been voyaging to Aotearoa for more than 100 years, but it wasn’t really until the 1950’s and 60’s that significant numbers started arriving. The notorious ‘dawn raids’ of the 1970’s saw the rise of the Polynesian Panthers and Tongan urban leader Will Illolahia. Today Will and his Waiata Trust are behind the Owairaka Community Garden initiative. Will established the garden to bring warring teen gangs together. In January 2002, two Somali youths were charged with murdering a 21-year-old Tongan, Elikena Inia, in a night of brawls between Somalis and Pacific Islanders in
near-by McGehan Close. The garden is still being maintained by Will, Waiata Trust and local youth. I’m not surprised Will chose a garden as the mediary for peace. Nor am I surprised that Mr Kaitapu has such a magnificent vegetable garden. All Tongans back in the Islands have a family plantation. So both Will and Mr Kaitapu are working with and on, what they know.The main staple of a Pacific Island vegetable garden is taro. Mr Kaitapu’s garden is no exception. He also has banana trees and something I haven’t seen in a domestic garden since I was in Tonga and that’s peanuts. Looking
forward to seeing how they nut out! There were also tomatoes, silver beet and cabbages. His garden is on an incline, ideally placed to maximise all day sun. What amazed me was that Mr Kaitapu 
didn’t use any fertiliser. None at all. All he does is tend to the plants himself weeding and turning the soil daily and over a period of hours. A real labour of love.Meanwhile back in my humble garden. I cleared a few centre-metres of leaves and turned the soil, but came to a crashing halt when a rat the size of a cat scuttled past me. I didn’t scream hysterically but rather used a string of profanity, that would make Mike King proud! I know where the rat’s come from. There’s a creek that runs along the back of the houses on our side of the street. Its part of the Oakley Creek, Maori know it as Auaunga Awa. So I’m going to have to lay bait or something. I won’t set a trap that means I’ll have to manually remove it or them if there’s more than one. There’s no humane way to get rid of varmints. But if you do have any other suggestions on extermination methods, other than baiting and trapping, I’d gladly welcome them.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
DIARY OF AN URBAN GARDENER
I’ve cleared another metre of ground, making way for my urban vegetable garden. It’s slow going for me. Whereas some gardeners would have cleared the same space in the wink of an eye – unfortunately I’m a cm-x-cm kind of girl. Lucky for me the garden’s relatively clear of weeds, thanks to the heavy leaf cover on the ground. It’s been a well maintained garden over all. This is a new home for me and my little family. We’re living in a three bedroom ex-state house. The house itself has good solid bones, nothing leaky about it except for the taps that don’t twist all the way to off. Unlike other state homes in our street our yard isn’t quite your ¼ acre section (it’s more like an 1/8th), but compared to the homes we’ve owned in Grey Lynn this property feels almost farm-like in its proportions.
When I was a kid growing up in Galbraith Street which is just around the corner from where we live now, it was a true ¼ acre section. My parents bought the state house from the Government using the Family Benefit as a deposit. That was 1960’s Auckland and we were the only Maori family in the street. In fact the closest Maori family to us were the Webbs, cousins of ours from up North. They lived in Potter Ave two streets over. The Webbs and us were part of the Labour Government’s ‘pepper-potting policy’. This is where Maori families were sprinkled around Pakeha neighbourhoods to encourage assimilation into Pakeha society. I suppose we could count ourselves lucky to have been allowed to ‘pepper-the-pot’, because twenty years earlier (the late 1940s) Maori were excluded from mainstream state housing, on the grounds that their presence would 'lower the tone' of state housing communities. At that time there was state assistance for Maori housing in rural areas but it came in the form of loans. The monies were used to replace dilapidated housing. The replacement buildings were smaller and less sophisticated than the state-sponsored Pakeha housing.
Anyway I digress.
It was the size of the sections I wanted to talk about or rather what was on the sections. I can’t find any policy similar to that of Canberra Australia requiring residents to have set number of trees and shrubs on their properties. But back yard Kiwi state houses of that era, all without exception grew the same trees – feijoa, plum, apple, peach, lemon and a loquat. A mini orchard. Galbraith Street still has one of two original plum trees and the feijoa tree. Both are over 50 years old now and still fruiting strongly. Alas the apple, peach and loquat succumbed to my brother’s over exuberance with an axe, 40 years ago. Many of the state homes in my street today have very mature fruit trees, apples, plums, lemons and loquats mainly. You can tell they must have been planted over half a century ago because of the moss covered bark, the gnarled leaves or the general skeletal frames reminiscent of our own frail elderly. As well as fruit trees, state houses from the 40’s to 70’s also had the most magnificent vegetable gardens. It was no surprise to see 10 metre rows of silver beat stand knee and thigh high beside shoulder tapping tomato plants and head topping corn stalks. Potato plants were abundant along with cabbages, beans, peas and beetroot. Lettuces weren’t at all popular, well not in our neighbourhood anyway.
My section won’t be the ‘long rows akin of old’. Instead I think I’ll have boxed sections, it’ll be much more manageable for me. But I better get going otherwise I’ll still be talking about it this time next year.
When I was a kid growing up in Galbraith Street which is just around the corner from where we live now, it was a true ¼ acre section. My parents bought the state house from the Government using the Family Benefit as a deposit. That was 1960’s Auckland and we were the only Maori family in the street. In fact the closest Maori family to us were the Webbs, cousins of ours from up North. They lived in Potter Ave two streets over. The Webbs and us were part of the Labour Government’s ‘pepper-potting policy’. This is where Maori families were sprinkled around Pakeha neighbourhoods to encourage assimilation into Pakeha society. I suppose we could count ourselves lucky to have been allowed to ‘pepper-the-pot’, because twenty years earlier (the late 1940s) Maori were excluded from mainstream state housing, on the grounds that their presence would 'lower the tone' of state housing communities. At that time there was state assistance for Maori housing in rural areas but it came in the form of loans. The monies were used to replace dilapidated housing. The replacement buildings were smaller and less sophisticated than the state-sponsored Pakeha housing.
Anyway I digress.
It was the size of the sections I wanted to talk about or rather what was on the sections. I can’t find any policy similar to that of Canberra Australia requiring residents to have set number of trees and shrubs on their properties. But back yard Kiwi state houses of that era, all without exception grew the same trees – feijoa, plum, apple, peach, lemon and a loquat. A mini orchard. Galbraith Street still has one of two original plum trees and the feijoa tree. Both are over 50 years old now and still fruiting strongly. Alas the apple, peach and loquat succumbed to my brother’s over exuberance with an axe, 40 years ago. Many of the state homes in my street today have very mature fruit trees, apples, plums, lemons and loquats mainly. You can tell they must have been planted over half a century ago because of the moss covered bark, the gnarled leaves or the general skeletal frames reminiscent of our own frail elderly. As well as fruit trees, state houses from the 40’s to 70’s also had the most magnificent vegetable gardens. It was no surprise to see 10 metre rows of silver beat stand knee and thigh high beside shoulder tapping tomato plants and head topping corn stalks. Potato plants were abundant along with cabbages, beans, peas and beetroot. Lettuces weren’t at all popular, well not in our neighbourhood anyway.
My section won’t be the ‘long rows akin of old’. Instead I think I’ll have boxed sections, it’ll be much more manageable for me. But I better get going otherwise I’ll still be talking about it this time next year.
Monday, December 6, 2010
DIARY OF A GARDENER
I’ve succumbed to a trend weaving its way around inner city urban homesteads – gardening! Not just the flower bed type of gardening but the organic vegetable ecologically biodiversity friendly planet saving, get down with papatuanuku roots- type of gardening.The thing about city folk and gardening is that there’s a tendency for the urban-dwellers to think they’ve reinvented it into an art form. Of course there’s beauty in the aesthetics, there’s colour texture, form and style, no doubt about it. Go to any townie-farmers’ market like Grey Lynn and that’s where you hear them, chattering on about organic match this, companion mix that, death to pesticides, life to anything with the first three letters E.C.O or B.I.O.
They’re a funny bunch these city mulches, fervently spreading their organic wisdom over a sprawling metropolis trying to lessen the impact of urban erosion. They’re well meaning if a little naïve. They’re really easy to spot. They’re the ones in tight black gym leggings, clean manicured nails, designer gardening tools bought from Republic, and oh, they don’t grow enough produce of their own to sell and they can’t bake. Instead they peruse the stalls, picking up herbs, feijoa wine organic of course, choko butter organic of course and they talk meaningfully about micro-greens when really they mean broccoli. The city-mulchers, pop free-range eggs into Trelise Cooper biodegradable hessian shopping bags before zooming off in their gas guzzling SUV’s, to have double shot lattes with BFF at upmarket SPQR in Ponsonby. Yes indeed these are the city-mulches, the ones who slum it for an hour on Sunday mornings in Grey Lynn and convince themselves they’re eco-friendly environmentalists. Well I’ve joined them, minus the gym leggings, manicured nails, SUV and designer gardening tools.
When I say I’ve joined them, I mean I’ve taken to turning over patches of soil in my backyard to get it ready for herbs. I’m really partial to lettuces of all types so they’re a must have. Tomato seeds and punnets are in plentiful supply at all big red sheds, garden centres and markets. While silver beet is compulsory, it’s so easy to grow it’s almost a weed. At this very early planning phase of my gardening career like the city mulches I won’t be producing enough to sell.In fact those that do peddle their product at farmers’ markets like Grey Lynn are true earth people. Farmers’ markets are for locals who sell to locals. The idea is, by keeping it close to home reduces transport costs and therefore carbon footprints. It’s also about community spirit, sharing ideas on how to grow healthy sustainable environments in an urban setting.
And it’s all about good nutritious kai. If you can spot a city-mulcher, then it’s just as easy to spy a peddler. They look like their produce - organic. They have dirty-tuffty hair, leathery skin and whether male or female they’re always slim. I have never seen an over weight organic produce supplier. They also look like they’d rather hug a tree than a human. Since I’m making wild generalisations they would be Green Party voters and Labour would be as far right as they could possibly stretch. So just to reiterate, I’m not a peddler and I don’t think in all honesty I will ever be one. But who knows?
So why the sudden urge to garden? I’ve been meaning to create a vegetable garden for some time now. But time and place has been against me, until now. Now I have the time and I have a very manageable north-east facing backyard that gets all day sun. I’m not a complete stranger to gardening. I’ve maintained a few plots in my earlier years before my television production company consumed my energy. In fact I produced a bumper crop from a Balmoral Auckland backyard that I could very well have proudly taken to market. The plot backed on to our neighbour’s vegetable garden. I’ve long forgotten the blokes name but we’d meet up at least a couple of times a week, he was a scientist at Mt Albert’s DSIR. I never met his wife, he said he had one and he always talked about her but in the two years we gardened together she never appeared. Strange.My pride and joy were the tomatoes which were to die for.
They were grown from cuttings given to me by my wonderful Australian friends Bluey and Barbara-Ann Nowell. They were a solid reliable red, juicy like oranges and not too salty or acidic to the taste buds. My apple cucumbers and beetroot were revered by the flatmates. Joanne Marsh our resident chef made sumptuous salads with my crop. The plant I nurtured with love and affection was the parsley. I fell in love with its bitter-sweet fragrance. When I bruised it between my fingers the scent permeated the air and lingered for minutes. Its tickling texture invited constant stroking and when I ate it I became addicted. Of course it was only that one parsley plant from Balmoral that I was obsessed with. Perhaps because it was the first of its type I’d planted. Maybe I was transferring some kind of sexual release onto the poor plant; I was single back then, although a cucumber would have been a better fetish. When the flat broke up, I didn’t think to pull up the plants or take cuttings with me. I returned to the Balmoral house months later with trowel and bucket in hand to take cuttings of the tomato plants and to retrieve my beloved parsley. Alas, my heart sank. The whole plot had been levelled and in its place a shiny new garage. I was also surprised to see the neighbours plot looking neglected and forlorn. Life of a vegetable plant is indeed a short one.So now I’m in Mt Albert with my little family ready to plant anew. Times have changed; organic is the name of the game. So I’m looking forward to learning new things and trying new produce.
If anyone has any hints for me on how to do it better, bigger and earth friendlier, I’d welcome the feedback.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
MANA Bi-Election Wellington Hekia Parata
SATURDAY 16 OCTOBER 2010
I helped out my whanaunga Hekia Parata campaign in her electorate of Mana in Porirua Wellington. The bi-election goes to the polls on Saturday 20 November.
What an interesting township. It’s apparently the fourth wealthiest suburb/ward in the country. For those of you who know the area, it takes in the lower socio-economic region of Cannons Creek – a high umemployment, state housing district and yes, that's where we live a high proportion of us, our Maori and Pasifika whanau. This is Porirua east. Is it surprising then that Mana is a left leaning and therefore Labour stronghold? All those aspects, lower socio-economic, blue collar working, Maori-Pasifika whanau are traditionally left-Labour supporters. So why is it then that this is the fourth wealthiest suburb in New Zealand? Not knowing the area at all – I’m figuring there must be pockets of wealthy, moneyed streets, perhaps Pauatahanui and Pukerua Bay.
The bi-election is being held because Labour incumbent Luamanovao Winnie Laban has retired to take up a position at Victoria University. Taking up the red-reins is former TVNZ journalist Kris Faafoi. The Christchurch born Tokelauan is former Chief Press Secretary to the Leader of the Opposition and Chairperson of the Rongotai Pacific Branch of the Labour Party.
I showed up at Hekia’s Mana office with a couple of National Party mates from Auckland and Palmerston and was immediately impressed by the volunteer support. The queue of helpers snaked out the door and onto the footpath. There was a mix of older Pakeha, middle-aged corporate public servant types (you can tell them they maybe casually dressed but they have the tell-tale crease down the jeans). The standout groups and there were two of them, both on the under 25 year side of life. I labelled one of the groups ‘Young Nat’s but they told me they had graduated, to what I don't know because they looked to me too young to be in the 40-below group. The other largish roopu there; were rangatahi Māori. It wasn’t just that there were a significant number of them about a dozen – but my goodness they were tall about 5’6, 5’7 slim young men and women aged about 16,17 all stuffing envelopes. Hekia’s relatives, I bet.
So off I went door knocking down Mungavin Street in Porirua. Heavily state housing area with about 90% Māori and Pasifika whanau. The street is both hilly and flat. The houses on the ridge had the best view back over to Titahi Bay. The houses on the flat are still on their original ¼ acre sections which means the area hasn’t succumbed to Auckland’s population squeeze and the need to infill. What struck me about this street was the amount of apathy locals have towards the bi-election. This is probably the hardest obstacle to tackle for any Politician. Trying to convince people to take control of their future, to have a say in what happens to them, their whanau and kids is difficult. You’re battling in some instances generational lethargy, indifference created by years of welfare dependency, disillusionment, disappointment and yes sheer bloody laziness. What to do about it takes concentrated co-ordinated effort from community agencies the Government and individuals. It’s not to say it isn’t happening already because it is. But ultimately the will to want to progress, be prosperous, be ambitious needs to come from the whanau themselves. My whanaunga Hekia Parata represents ambition, prosperity. Coming from a small rural East Coast town called Ruatoria – it has never been an affluent township. But concentration on furthering her education a determination to develop economically both on a personal and community level has seen Hekia and her immediate whanau in business and now in Parliament. Hekia is a great success story for the people of Mana, Titahi Bay and Porirua. This is what the National Government is all about prosperous, successful New Zealanders including Māori. So if you’re in Mana, go to the polls on Saturday 20 November and vote Hekia Parata National. Just a reminder it’s a vote for the MP only there’s no Party vote in a bi-election.
I helped out my whanaunga Hekia Parata campaign in her electorate of Mana in Porirua Wellington. The bi-election goes to the polls on Saturday 20 November.
What an interesting township. It’s apparently the fourth wealthiest suburb/ward in the country. For those of you who know the area, it takes in the lower socio-economic region of Cannons Creek – a high umemployment, state housing district and yes, that's where we live a high proportion of us, our Maori and Pasifika whanau. This is Porirua east. Is it surprising then that Mana is a left leaning and therefore Labour stronghold? All those aspects, lower socio-economic, blue collar working, Maori-Pasifika whanau are traditionally left-Labour supporters. So why is it then that this is the fourth wealthiest suburb in New Zealand? Not knowing the area at all – I’m figuring there must be pockets of wealthy, moneyed streets, perhaps Pauatahanui and Pukerua Bay.
The bi-election is being held because Labour incumbent Luamanovao Winnie Laban has retired to take up a position at Victoria University. Taking up the red-reins is former TVNZ journalist Kris Faafoi. The Christchurch born Tokelauan is former Chief Press Secretary to the Leader of the Opposition and Chairperson of the Rongotai Pacific Branch of the Labour Party.
I showed up at Hekia’s Mana office with a couple of National Party mates from Auckland and Palmerston and was immediately impressed by the volunteer support. The queue of helpers snaked out the door and onto the footpath. There was a mix of older Pakeha, middle-aged corporate public servant types (you can tell them they maybe casually dressed but they have the tell-tale crease down the jeans). The standout groups and there were two of them, both on the under 25 year side of life. I labelled one of the groups ‘Young Nat’s but they told me they had graduated, to what I don't know because they looked to me too young to be in the 40-below group. The other largish roopu there; were rangatahi Māori. It wasn’t just that there were a significant number of them about a dozen – but my goodness they were tall about 5’6, 5’7 slim young men and women aged about 16,17 all stuffing envelopes. Hekia’s relatives, I bet.
So off I went door knocking down Mungavin Street in Porirua. Heavily state housing area with about 90% Māori and Pasifika whanau. The street is both hilly and flat. The houses on the ridge had the best view back over to Titahi Bay. The houses on the flat are still on their original ¼ acre sections which means the area hasn’t succumbed to Auckland’s population squeeze and the need to infill. What struck me about this street was the amount of apathy locals have towards the bi-election. This is probably the hardest obstacle to tackle for any Politician. Trying to convince people to take control of their future, to have a say in what happens to them, their whanau and kids is difficult. You’re battling in some instances generational lethargy, indifference created by years of welfare dependency, disillusionment, disappointment and yes sheer bloody laziness. What to do about it takes concentrated co-ordinated effort from community agencies the Government and individuals. It’s not to say it isn’t happening already because it is. But ultimately the will to want to progress, be prosperous, be ambitious needs to come from the whanau themselves. My whanaunga Hekia Parata represents ambition, prosperity. Coming from a small rural East Coast town called Ruatoria – it has never been an affluent township. But concentration on furthering her education a determination to develop economically both on a personal and community level has seen Hekia and her immediate whanau in business and now in Parliament. Hekia is a great success story for the people of Mana, Titahi Bay and Porirua. This is what the National Government is all about prosperous, successful New Zealanders including Māori. So if you’re in Mana, go to the polls on Saturday 20 November and vote Hekia Parata National. Just a reminder it’s a vote for the MP only there’s no Party vote in a bi-election.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
DIARY OF A CAMPAIGNER: GO LICK YOUR OWN WOUNDS! IT AINT OVER!
DAY AFTER:
Sunday 10 October 2010
Well it’s all over bar the screaming and a-shouting! I wasn’t selected for Local Board Owairaka subdivision of Albert-Eden-Roskill. In fact none of my C&R team mates made it over the line. Chris Fletcher won her race and Paul Goldsmith was pipped at the post by City Vision’s Dr Cathy Casey.
Of course I’m disappointed not to have made it over the line – you don’t enter a race to come second or last. I think I did well on the streets, I did a good door knock campaign, I really enjoyed meeting people – if there was anything I would change about that part of the campaigning strategy it would be that I would knock on more doors and I’d probably want to go round a second time. So next time and there will be a next time I’ll give myself more lead-in. Believe me there will be a next time and it won’t be in three years either. Now that I am not on a
Local Board, it frees me up to seek nomination for a central government candidacy. 
There’s no need for me to feel compromised by my duty to the Local Board and my determination to get to Wellington. Whether I get a nomination will depend on several very key factors:
a) How hard I campaigned at this Local Board level b) What skills I bring to the Party c) Team-ship; my dedication to the Party and its policies.
Selection will be up to me – how hard I work, how well I can convince the Party that my skill and experience will not only compliment but enhance the Party and although I have ‘Boss’ and ‘Leadership’ roles in my professional life I am also a very good follower. I hope also to convince the Party that I’m actually quite a nice person as well. I'm well conditioned that Party members can take me home to meet the husband/wife/kids and I won’t eat the pot plants and kick the cats. Don’t get me wrong….I said earlier I’m disappointed but age and business ownership has toughened me up I take very few things personally and I always have a contingency plan.
Should I take defeat personally….hell no. I know what Maori media commentators will say; Pakeha didn’t vote for me because I was Maori…and because suburbia is by and large homophobic they won’t vote for a gay. Well I don’t believe that, I refuse to buy into that paranoia. That’s rubbish.
What I do think is that, it’s harder to run at Local Board Level
if you don’t already have a very big profile at the coal face. There is scant to no media coverage given to Local Boards but rather the ‘sexy’ stories are up at Mayor and Councillor level. Which means for those of us who haven’t worked at flax roots it takes a lot more leg work, and you do need to diversify the methods of community contact: door knocking, community hui, telephone canvassing, fund raising events and there’s no substitution for actually working with and for charity and community groups. Those that won in Owairaka were Community people – absolutely they were; there’s no denying it. So when it came time to vote, as much as residents said they wanted change, Owairaka voted conservatively and stayed with those they knew. Because they knew these people the community felt they could trust them. I can understand that. It had nothing to do with ‘Left’ and ‘Right’ but everything to do with ‘Local’. The Super City is after all an unknown quantity. All communities are concerned and rightly so, about how they will fare. Will they be overlooked in the transitioning phase? Will they be bossed around by the CCO’s? Will their rates and rents increase? I’m not saying Owairaka chose correctly – they didn’t they should have chosen me. What I need to do is to convince them that they should have voted for me and they can vote for me next year.
In respect to the big-picture view of the elections, the ‘left’ – particularly the unions and Labour Party faithful worked strategically to get South Aucklanders to vote. They were methodical and meticulous and their efforts paid off. It took organisation and time and a lot of people power, but it worked. How desperate were the ‘left’ to get Len Brown into the job, very desperate. You got to admire the job they did on South and West Auckland. They rallied the people, constantly attended to them, it was almost bully-boy tactics. How desperate were they, very desperate.
So now I go back to my other job. I will not be licking my wounds,
I am not battered, or bruised physically or emotionally – that’s for kids! I go back to my day job, armed with my A4 exercise book crammed full of notes on how to run a bigger, smarter, slicker campaign – not in three years time but next year.
Follow me if you like. I’m still going to call the blog ‘Diary of a Campaigner’ and since I work in TV I may as well make it a VBLOG. That’ll be fun. To all of you who supported me with votes and good wishes – mauri ora koutou katoa!
Sunday 10 October 2010
Well it’s all over bar the screaming and a-shouting! I wasn’t selected for Local Board Owairaka subdivision of Albert-Eden-Roskill. In fact none of my C&R team mates made it over the line. Chris Fletcher won her race and Paul Goldsmith was pipped at the post by City Vision’s Dr Cathy Casey.Of course I’m disappointed not to have made it over the line – you don’t enter a race to come second or last. I think I did well on the streets, I did a good door knock campaign, I really enjoyed meeting people – if there was anything I would change about that part of the campaigning strategy it would be that I would knock on more doors and I’d probably want to go round a second time. So next time and there will be a next time I’ll give myself more lead-in. Believe me there will be a next time and it won’t be in three years either. Now that I am not on a
Local Board, it frees me up to seek nomination for a central government candidacy. 
There’s no need for me to feel compromised by my duty to the Local Board and my determination to get to Wellington. Whether I get a nomination will depend on several very key factors:a) How hard I campaigned at this Local Board level b) What skills I bring to the Party c) Team-ship; my dedication to the Party and its policies.
Selection will be up to me – how hard I work, how well I can convince the Party that my skill and experience will not only compliment but enhance the Party and although I have ‘Boss’ and ‘Leadership’ roles in my professional life I am also a very good follower. I hope also to convince the Party that I’m actually quite a nice person as well. I'm well conditioned that Party members can take me home to meet the husband/wife/kids and I won’t eat the pot plants and kick the cats. Don’t get me wrong….I said earlier I’m disappointed but age and business ownership has toughened me up I take very few things personally and I always have a contingency plan.
Should I take defeat personally….hell no. I know what Maori media commentators will say; Pakeha didn’t vote for me because I was Maori…and because suburbia is by and large homophobic they won’t vote for a gay. Well I don’t believe that, I refuse to buy into that paranoia. That’s rubbish.What I do think is that, it’s harder to run at Local Board Level
if you don’t already have a very big profile at the coal face. There is scant to no media coverage given to Local Boards but rather the ‘sexy’ stories are up at Mayor and Councillor level. Which means for those of us who haven’t worked at flax roots it takes a lot more leg work, and you do need to diversify the methods of community contact: door knocking, community hui, telephone canvassing, fund raising events and there’s no substitution for actually working with and for charity and community groups. Those that won in Owairaka were Community people – absolutely they were; there’s no denying it. So when it came time to vote, as much as residents said they wanted change, Owairaka voted conservatively and stayed with those they knew. Because they knew these people the community felt they could trust them. I can understand that. It had nothing to do with ‘Left’ and ‘Right’ but everything to do with ‘Local’. The Super City is after all an unknown quantity. All communities are concerned and rightly so, about how they will fare. Will they be overlooked in the transitioning phase? Will they be bossed around by the CCO’s? Will their rates and rents increase? I’m not saying Owairaka chose correctly – they didn’t they should have chosen me. What I need to do is to convince them that they should have voted for me and they can vote for me next year.
In respect to the big-picture view of the elections, the ‘left’ – particularly the unions and Labour Party faithful worked strategically to get South Aucklanders to vote. They were methodical and meticulous and their efforts paid off. It took organisation and time and a lot of people power, but it worked. How desperate were the ‘left’ to get Len Brown into the job, very desperate. You got to admire the job they did on South and West Auckland. They rallied the people, constantly attended to them, it was almost bully-boy tactics. How desperate were they, very desperate.So now I go back to my other job. I will not be licking my wounds,
I am not battered, or bruised physically or emotionally – that’s for kids! I go back to my day job, armed with my A4 exercise book crammed full of notes on how to run a bigger, smarter, slicker campaign – not in three years time but next year.Follow me if you like. I’m still going to call the blog ‘Diary of a Campaigner’ and since I work in TV I may as well make it a VBLOG. That’ll be fun. To all of you who supported me with votes and good wishes – mauri ora koutou katoa!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
DIARY OF A CAMPAIGNER: MAORI MOANERS
DAY FORTY-EIGHT:
Thursday 07 October 2010
Have you voted? It’s not too late to get your forms in – take them to any Council today or tomorrow Friday and to any public Library on Saturday before midday. The preliminary results of the Council for the new Auckland will be known by 1pm on Saturday 09th October.
It’s a time of reflection for me on how I campaigned. This is the first time I’ve actually run for a
political position. Make no mistake about it Local Board is all about politics. I only bring this up because I had on the campaign trail been told that Local Board members aren’t real politicians – we’re ‘different’. By ‘different’ I think the person meant we’re at the coal face of the community and that we are the community. I agree with this premise – we are the community. But we have a responsibility to ensure that we positively exploit every policy, budget, legislation, Act and bureaucratic mechanism to advantage our communities. That entrenches us firmly in politics and makes us politicians. You can’t deny what you are by ignoring the facts and calling yourself another name – a rose is still a rose by any other name says Shakespeare. 
As a current affairs journalist and programme producer I’ve covered many local body elections – essentially to critique and scrutinize candidate’s policies and promises and to analyse their campaigning strategies.
Working in Maori media and covering local body elections the tone and tenor of coverage is always one of cynicism, and derision not of any person but of a system that some Maori believe to be racist. A system they say does not allow for Maori to vocalise and champion Maori topics. A system these critics say does not allow Maori to be themselves. I do not agree with these cynics. I think these types of commentators perpetuate the very ideology they say they’re fighting against.
By continuously bleating that Maori issues are ignored and over-looked creates a perception of separatism. By publicizing that Iwi can’t be ‘themselves’ on a campaign trail undermines the strength of Maori as individuals and collectively. For too long now we have listened to naysayer Maori, cynical Maori bemoan our position in this country as less than equal. For too long now Maori have followed these commentators and championed them as leaders. For too long now the dissemination of this type of almost conspiratorial ideology has contributed to a repressive world view.
Don’t get me wrong, there are very real historical injustices that still need to be addressed. Maori have faced systemic racism. Some Maori have and still do face personal workplace and street level racism. Maori do make up the majority of those at the bottom of the economic and social ladder.
Don’t get me wrong I do think vocalising injustices and often reminds us to continuously seek level playing fields and to seek justice. But to relentlessly complain without offering solutions is wrong. To demand redress for historical injustices without consideration to the long term affect on individuals and communities is irresponsible. To bleat incessantly about other people’s racist viewpoints toward Maori for publicity is in itself inciting hatred.
What I learnt on the campaign trail was humility. Past all the politicking and racial rhetoric was a community called Owairaka made up of Maori, Pakeha, Asian, African, European, Pasifika determined to live a life of prosperity. A community of people focussed on contributing positively to each other in some way. I met Mums and Dads working hard to give their children a better education than they had and greater opportunities to express their potential.
Owairaka like Maori do not need a constant barrage of cynical oppressive racially divisive diatribe. Nor do we need negative social statistics constantly reinforced as a permanent state of being. What we all desire are advocates of ambition, promoters of a hard work ethic, supporters of self responsibility and community champions.
Good luck to all those running for Council positions around the country, well done for standing up and wanting to make a difference.
Thursday 07 October 2010
Have you voted? It’s not too late to get your forms in – take them to any Council today or tomorrow Friday and to any public Library on Saturday before midday. The preliminary results of the Council for the new Auckland will be known by 1pm on Saturday 09th October.
It’s a time of reflection for me on how I campaigned. This is the first time I’ve actually run for a
political position. Make no mistake about it Local Board is all about politics. I only bring this up because I had on the campaign trail been told that Local Board members aren’t real politicians – we’re ‘different’. By ‘different’ I think the person meant we’re at the coal face of the community and that we are the community. I agree with this premise – we are the community. But we have a responsibility to ensure that we positively exploit every policy, budget, legislation, Act and bureaucratic mechanism to advantage our communities. That entrenches us firmly in politics and makes us politicians. You can’t deny what you are by ignoring the facts and calling yourself another name – a rose is still a rose by any other name says Shakespeare. 
As a current affairs journalist and programme producer I’ve covered many local body elections – essentially to critique and scrutinize candidate’s policies and promises and to analyse their campaigning strategies.
Working in Maori media and covering local body elections the tone and tenor of coverage is always one of cynicism, and derision not of any person but of a system that some Maori believe to be racist. A system they say does not allow for Maori to vocalise and champion Maori topics. A system these critics say does not allow Maori to be themselves. I do not agree with these cynics. I think these types of commentators perpetuate the very ideology they say they’re fighting against.
By continuously bleating that Maori issues are ignored and over-looked creates a perception of separatism. By publicizing that Iwi can’t be ‘themselves’ on a campaign trail undermines the strength of Maori as individuals and collectively. For too long now we have listened to naysayer Maori, cynical Maori bemoan our position in this country as less than equal. For too long now Maori have followed these commentators and championed them as leaders. For too long now the dissemination of this type of almost conspiratorial ideology has contributed to a repressive world view.Don’t get me wrong, there are very real historical injustices that still need to be addressed. Maori have faced systemic racism. Some Maori have and still do face personal workplace and street level racism. Maori do make up the majority of those at the bottom of the economic and social ladder.
Don’t get me wrong I do think vocalising injustices and often reminds us to continuously seek level playing fields and to seek justice. But to relentlessly complain without offering solutions is wrong. To demand redress for historical injustices without consideration to the long term affect on individuals and communities is irresponsible. To bleat incessantly about other people’s racist viewpoints toward Maori for publicity is in itself inciting hatred.
What I learnt on the campaign trail was humility. Past all the politicking and racial rhetoric was a community called Owairaka made up of Maori, Pakeha, Asian, African, European, Pasifika determined to live a life of prosperity. A community of people focussed on contributing positively to each other in some way. I met Mums and Dads working hard to give their children a better education than they had and greater opportunities to express their potential.
Owairaka like Maori do not need a constant barrage of cynical oppressive racially divisive diatribe. Nor do we need negative social statistics constantly reinforced as a permanent state of being. What we all desire are advocates of ambition, promoters of a hard work ethic, supporters of self responsibility and community champions.
Good luck to all those running for Council positions around the country, well done for standing up and wanting to make a difference.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
DIARY OF A CAMPAIGNER DAY 40: MATT McCARTEN'S B**S PICKS
DAY FORTY:
Wednesday 29 September 2010
The ballot papers are on the benches, pinned to kitchen boards and refrigerators. In 10 days time this great city of Tamakimakaurau/Auckland will have a new council and take on a new direction. Have you voted?
I have got my nose way outta joint! Why….because Matt McCarten didn’t name me in his Auckland Supercitypicks.com. I’ve known Matt professionally for about 7 years, we have a mutual friend, actually this mutual person is one of Matt’s closest mates, and I’m a tag along or was.
McCarten reckons he’s posted his picks out to about 50,000 people. He says he based his votes partially on the following criteria as well as other considerations:
Being pro-community and not in the pockets of business interests
A track record of political reliability, the ability and talent to actually to do the job they want
A good chance of winning
McCarten knows my work in broadcasting means I’ve got to be across all issues affecting the country and at all levels from local to regional to central. I’m a Documentary and Current Affairs programme Producer so I have the type of over view that allows for big picture strategy and micro analysis. Matt benefitted from my personal hard work and determination in an aggressive broadcasting industry. He was a regular guest on our current affairs programme ‘Eye to Eye with Willie Jackson’ where he was able to challenge opposing politicians, commentators or business interest groups. So when it comes to strength and courage against odds to not only get a job done, but to give voice to all sides, groups and interests - Matt has conveniently forgotten me. Perhaps Matt McCarten thinks I might win. He wouldn’t want that because that would split his ‘left’ leaning team and Matt’s nirvana is a left leaning Auckland City. What I find most interesting however is that for someone who champions tangatahwhenua, Matt didn’t acknowledge the Party with Maori on its ticket. When all is said and done Matt is keeping true to his political ‘faith’. He is after all a ‘leftie’ and a hard core one at that, so he’s being consistent. Let’s hope his picks are completely wrong – for the sake of our city and the sake of our future.
Wednesday 29 September 2010
The ballot papers are on the benches, pinned to kitchen boards and refrigerators. In 10 days time this great city of Tamakimakaurau/Auckland will have a new council and take on a new direction. Have you voted?
I have got my nose way outta joint! Why….because Matt McCarten didn’t name me in his Auckland Supercitypicks.com. I’ve known Matt professionally for about 7 years, we have a mutual friend, actually this mutual person is one of Matt’s closest mates, and I’m a tag along or was.McCarten reckons he’s posted his picks out to about 50,000 people. He says he based his votes partially on the following criteria as well as other considerations:
Being pro-community and not in the pockets of business interests
A track record of political reliability, the ability and talent to actually to do the job they want
A good chance of winning
McCarten knows my work in broadcasting means I’ve got to be across all issues affecting the country and at all levels from local to regional to central. I’m a Documentary and Current Affairs programme Producer so I have the type of over view that allows for big picture strategy and micro analysis. Matt benefitted from my personal hard work and determination in an aggressive broadcasting industry. He was a regular guest on our current affairs programme ‘Eye to Eye with Willie Jackson’ where he was able to challenge opposing politicians, commentators or business interest groups. So when it comes to strength and courage against odds to not only get a job done, but to give voice to all sides, groups and interests - Matt has conveniently forgotten me. Perhaps Matt McCarten thinks I might win. He wouldn’t want that because that would split his ‘left’ leaning team and Matt’s nirvana is a left leaning Auckland City. What I find most interesting however is that for someone who champions tangatahwhenua, Matt didn’t acknowledge the Party with Maori on its ticket. When all is said and done Matt is keeping true to his political ‘faith’. He is after all a ‘leftie’ and a hard core one at that, so he’s being consistent. Let’s hope his picks are completely wrong – for the sake of our city and the sake of our future.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
DIARY OF A CAMPAIGNER: DAY39 VOTE NOW
DAY THIRTY-NINE:
Tuesday 28 September 2010
We have the ballot papers. In 11 days time this great city of Tamakimakaurau/Auckland will have a new council and take on a new direction.
The voting returns are well down this year with only 17.96% or 172,272 received so far out of a possible 959,120. In my ward of Owairaka Albert-Eden out of a possible 32, 741 votes, only 5,369 or 16.4% have been received.
I’m hoping people are leaving the run till the last week although if you need to post off no later than Wednesday 06 to guarantee the vote reaching the electoral office on time. To check and see how other areas in Auckland are faring checkout the website:
http://www.aucklandcouncil.govt.nz/EN/2010Elections/Voting/Pages/Home.
I’ve been in Wellington these last few days and being in the Capital you get a sense of Central Government issues and politicking. You get a sense that decisions here impacts on local councils around the country. So it’s vitally important Councils have the strength to act in the interests of its region, communities and people. Local boards is where the rubber hits the road in terms of personal impact and influence of policies and decisions. So it’s crucial everyone gets out and votes for the board that will act in the best interests of the people serve willingly and commit responsibly. Obviously I think the Board that can best serve this community is C&R Owairaka.
Let’s all get out and exercise our democratic right to vote. So take the papers out of the evelopes, off the fridges, out from under the stack of mail, tick those boxes and Vote now! VOTE C&R.
Tuesday 28 September 2010
We have the ballot papers. In 11 days time this great city of Tamakimakaurau/Auckland will have a new council and take on a new direction.
The voting returns are well down this year with only 17.96% or 172,272 received so far out of a possible 959,120. In my ward of Owairaka Albert-Eden out of a possible 32, 741 votes, only 5,369 or 16.4% have been received.
I’m hoping people are leaving the run till the last week although if you need to post off no later than Wednesday 06 to guarantee the vote reaching the electoral office on time. To check and see how other areas in Auckland are faring checkout the website:
http://www.aucklandcouncil.govt.nz/EN/2010Elections/Voting/Pages/Home.
I’ve been in Wellington these last few days and being in the Capital you get a sense of Central Government issues and politicking. You get a sense that decisions here impacts on local councils around the country. So it’s vitally important Councils have the strength to act in the interests of its region, communities and people. Local boards is where the rubber hits the road in terms of personal impact and influence of policies and decisions. So it’s crucial everyone gets out and votes for the board that will act in the best interests of the people serve willingly and commit responsibly. Obviously I think the Board that can best serve this community is C&R Owairaka.
Let’s all get out and exercise our democratic right to vote. So take the papers out of the evelopes, off the fridges, out from under the stack of mail, tick those boxes and Vote now! VOTE C&R.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
DIARY OF A CAMPAIGNER DAY 33 BARMY POLITICAL CORRECTNESS
DAY THIRTY-THREE:
Wednesday 22 September 2010
The ballot papers are in the letter boxes. There are 17 days until ‘D’ day decision day on 09th October.
I wanted to address a comment made by one of my Facebook ‘adds’ 
regarding my kids on the hustings with me. The ‘add’ said: “Keep kids safe, including from politics, until they are old enough to make their own informed decisions rather than their parent’s ones. Look at Fiji. There is a reason you have to be eighteen to vote.”
Firstly having my children on the hustings with me is part of what being Maori and tangatahwhenua is all about. This is about our future their future our rangatiratanga. This is about them being a part of the process and understanding what happened in their life time that affected their future and that of their mokopuna to come. This
concept of having children campaigning isn’t reserved solely for Maori, many other people’s have done the same thing, not just here but around the world. Physical safety is paramount and at the fore front of any parents’ mind when they take their tamariki out in big crowds and particular attention is paid during hustings. But to say ‘keep kids safe from politics’ is politically-correct nonsense wrapped up in patronising religious fanaticism. It’s a holier-than-thou attitude not towards tamariki but towards a people who dare to vocalise and proudly their sovereign right to campaign to protest to activate the minds and hearts of their people and especially their children. 
The kind of ‘keep 
them safe’ the add refers to is a ‘say nothing-see nothing’ ideology usually practised by groups with something to hide. Maori are about whanau, we will include our Pakeke and tamariki, our kaumatua, kuia, tāne, wāhine in everything, all the time. All parents know that when tamariki grow up they make their own decisions, informed and ill-informed. I would hope that the informed decisions my tamariki make are based on some of the experiences I have given them and the knowledge I have imparted. I would hope that the ill-informed decisions are few and far between because of the experiences I have given them and the knowledge I have imparted. Our tamariki like many other children in Aotearoa/New Zealand and around the world have been and will always be an intrinsic part of political activism. And so it shall be.
Wednesday 22 September 2010
The ballot papers are in the letter boxes. There are 17 days until ‘D’ day decision day on 09th October.
I wanted to address a comment made by one of my Facebook ‘adds’ 
regarding my kids on the hustings with me. The ‘add’ said: “Keep kids safe, including from politics, until they are old enough to make their own informed decisions rather than their parent’s ones. Look at Fiji. There is a reason you have to be eighteen to vote.”Firstly having my children on the hustings with me is part of what being Maori and tangatahwhenua is all about. This is about our future their future our rangatiratanga. This is about them being a part of the process and understanding what happened in their life time that affected their future and that of their mokopuna to come. This
concept of having children campaigning isn’t reserved solely for Maori, many other people’s have done the same thing, not just here but around the world. Physical safety is paramount and at the fore front of any parents’ mind when they take their tamariki out in big crowds and particular attention is paid during hustings. But to say ‘keep kids safe from politics’ is politically-correct nonsense wrapped up in patronising religious fanaticism. It’s a holier-than-thou attitude not towards tamariki but towards a people who dare to vocalise and proudly their sovereign right to campaign to protest to activate the minds and hearts of their people and especially their children. 
The kind of ‘keep 
them safe’ the add refers to is a ‘say nothing-see nothing’ ideology usually practised by groups with something to hide. Maori are about whanau, we will include our Pakeke and tamariki, our kaumatua, kuia, tāne, wāhine in everything, all the time. All parents know that when tamariki grow up they make their own decisions, informed and ill-informed. I would hope that the informed decisions my tamariki make are based on some of the experiences I have given them and the knowledge I have imparted. I would hope that the ill-informed decisions are few and far between because of the experiences I have given them and the knowledge I have imparted. Our tamariki like many other children in Aotearoa/New Zealand and around the world have been and will always be an intrinsic part of political activism. And so it shall be.
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