I’m beginning to wonder if New Zealand has overtaken Australia in racism. Or is it just the case that the racists in New Zealand have become bolder and are more visible now?
Australia set the racist bar fairly high with its White Australia immigration policy, which was in place from 1901 all the way to 1973. And it wasn’t until 1967 that they voted to include Aboriginals and Torres Strait Islanders in the census — which meant Indigenous Australians literally weren’t counted until 1971, the year of the next census.
I’ve spent a good deal of time in both countries. I was a student in Auckland in the mid-1970s, and I’ve visited New Zealand frequently. Five years ago, I moved here with my wife, after living in Australia for 18 years.
In New Zealand, there were, of course, the infamous immigration Dawn Raids of Pasifika in the 1970s. But those were by government agents, so perhaps we should excuse the general Pālagi public from that shameful bit of New Zealand history.
I don’t doubt that through the years there’ve been racist remarks directed by Pālagi towards Pasifika migrants.
But I can’t remember ever hearing a person using a privileged position in the media to vilify us. Nor had I ever come face to face with the face of hate. And both happened just over a week ago.
That week began with the South African-born broadcaster Heather du Plessis-Allan’s careless and deeply offensive “leeches” comments on her radio programme.
And it ended, the following Saturday evening, at an Auckland restaurant in Mission Bay, where I was confronted by a very angry man verbally abusing me.
My wife is disabled and has a disabled parking permit. And when she’s a passenger, as she was on our outing to the restaurant, I make life more manageable for her by using and displaying the permit.
But all the angry diner saw was an abled-bodied brown driver breaking the law by pretending he was disabled and parking right in front of the restaurant.
I tried to explain the situation, but he wasn’t interested. For him, the evidence was clear enough. A big brown guy parking illegally — “just like all the other Pacific Islanders who break the law”.
So we asked for a new table and were moved to one in a far corner. But that didn’t deter him. He came over to us and continued the attack. So we got up and left.
It was ugly and scary. I was shaken by the experience, and my wife was distraught.
Later on, however, I found some normality. I had to. I had a church service the following morning.
And now that I’ve had time to reflect on it, there are two questions I’d like to ask.
What can New Zealand do to combat this disease?
And what should you do when someone racially abuses you in the face?
As a biologist, I see racist tendencies as part of the evolutionary process — as part of the struggle to be the fittest to survive. We recognise those tendencies and we try to modify or eradicate them through education and legislation. But I’m not convinced that either actually works.
Education may not do much more than provide information. It does little to change a person’s worldview and heart.
Even if Heather du Plessis-Allan had learned something at school about the relationship between New Zealand and the Pacific — and, surely, in her research reading since, as someone who once worked as a journalist and feels qualified to comment on the Pacific — it’s clear she’s used only the information that supports her views about Pacific countries and people taking advantage of New Zealand’s “generosity”.
It was the same with the man who abused me in Mission Bay. Whatever he’s learned, he’s been able to select the bits to confirm his prejudices about law-breaking brown people.
As for legislation, I fear that it only drives the racists underground and will do little to help alleviate the problem. And I don’t believe prohibition ever works.
Perhaps the sociologists, psychologists, and social workers have an answer to this racism.
My response to the Mission Bay incident was to walk away. I believe it’s what Jesus would have done.
There’s no point in arguing with people full of hatred. You can’t even explain anything to them when their minds have been made up. No amount of logic will get through. And an argument can easily end up in a fight — so, in the end, you lose and the bigots achieve their goal.
I thought Luamanuvao Winnie Laban was right on target when, on Tagata Pasifika last week, she was asked about Heather’s ugly outburst. She said: “Don’t go down into the gutter with them.”
These people like confrontation. So if that avenue of energy is cut off, there’s a good chance they will just fizzle away. I’d read a number of the reactions to Heather’s vitriol, and I was saddened by some equally vicious remarks from her critics. That’s what happens when we don’t give ourselves time to cool down and get our minds to normal.
But there’s another helpful move you can make besides walking away. You can pray for the person, when you’re in a state of mind and heart to do so.
That’s what I did. And, as I read through my liturgy and my sermon, I felt the peace of Christ, descending upon my heart. It was then that I prayed for Ms du Plessis-Allan and our Mission Bay friend — and all people like them, both on the right and the left.
The racists need our prayers. Many have grown up in toxic environments and their hearts are full of hate and venom.
This is a heavy burden that has to be unloaded somewhere, somehow. They are the ones that Jesus is referring to when he says: “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens . . .” (Matthew 11:28).
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Rev. Apelu, You set the example of the kind of reaction we should have when under such circumstance. Thanks for that! I wish everyone reading this will learn something good out of it moving forward.
Firstly Apelu, as a Pālagi may I offer my sincerist apologies for the way you and your wife were attacked and abused in Mission Bay. I’m sorry that someone felt justified to do that. It was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. I agree with you about Heather and as a former colleague of hers I was greatly disappointed in her comments. Finally I want to say thank you. By choosing to “turn the other cheek” and to then pray for both Heather and the Pālagi abuser in Mission Bay you show a third way, a better way. May more of us seek that way to combat the ugliness of racism. Kia kaha and blessings.
Kia Ora koe Apelu.
Your report has provided an accute account of the underbelly of New Zealand. I don’t wonder as to why there isn’t a lot of reaction in this comment section here as I believe that the acknowledging of what you’ve written, or lack there of, is testimony to the subject.
I’m also of the opinion that for as long as we have beneficiaries of a system that stems from genocidal practices who use their positions to alleviate their inherent subconsciousness, your prayers are probably better saved for their grandchildren’s grandchildren. Because no beneficiary of any system, regardless of any amount of degrees, honours and postgraduate degrees one may hold e hoa, is going to relent. Why would they? Or, how can they? The stench from their blood filled foundations wafts from the cracks in the columns of bones of my tipuna of which they’ve enshrined their draconian beliefs and practices. They dwell in a house that will forever creak in unrest whilst the excess blood drips from their desks for their dogs, always close by, to lick up the excess.
“What can New Zealand do to combat this disease?” – Obviously a “changing of the guard” is what’s needed. I some part qualify Jacinda to be a catalyst to that requirement. Her want to engage is far reaching. Literally for those of us who are watching from our off shore, out-of-the-country-altogether homes and living abroad. No doubt she is breaking ground throughout our lands plotted through Te Moana nui a Kiwa and our whanau are speaking of the words from her mouth in our Marae and whale. It’s a start.
Added to, the demography that our children are being born to whilst losing (or have already lost) a lot of values that both you and I hold dear, is giving way to a condensed “melting pot of coffee coloured people” (a bit of Blue Mink in the mix to show my age) whom are rewriting the history books to say, “this is ours.” Seemingly whilst their arrogance and lacklustre for our cultural practices and beliefs may be prevalent, their time has undeniably arrived. I have no time for them and I’m very excited to soon pull out of this game that they’ll soon be running. Accordingly, they are equally excited to usher me to the exit door. And take my “baggage” with me. In short, I don’t hold any hope for the scar tissue that you and I carry to ever be healed. Suffice to say, these young fellas don’t care for any of that stuff. They’re just going to do whatever they want and not care for the consequence. Good luck to them. But if in their pursuit to rid the old they can put to rest the bones of my tipuna, and build a new house to dwell. One that doesn’t stink and of solid foundation. Then I wish them all the love and blessings this changing world can bring them. After all, it is our tamariki and our mokopuna who are the reasons why you and I engage in such korero. To make provision and ensure that they are of solid foundation. Pupu ana te tuehu…
As for your last question. If there’s one thing that I won’t relent, it is what my grandfather said to a gathering of his male mokopuna in his pigeon english/Māori tongue. “Moko, kaua e takahi te tangata. (Don’t trample the man.) Ma to haerenga ki te kitea (when you see him in your travels) korero atu ki a ia kei roto i te ahautanga ki ahau. (Speak to him the same way you speak to me.. with respect.)
Then he sat up and leaned forward in his armchair, looking down on his confused clones aged between 7 and 12, his wrinkly eyes pulled back into their sockets as they seemed to glaze over with steel. Without malice he spoke in perfect english and said “.. but Moko, if it ever comes down to it..” raising his fist as he went, “.. you remember whose f_cking name you’ve got!”
Apelu, those words have converted and continue to convert a lot of non believers. You’re a man of the cloth. Good for you. I don’t suffer that privilege. If it were my wife who suffered that indignity, that perpetrator would be famous. At least in the New Zealand papers!
Na reira e hoa, keep praying. If that’s what gets you through, more power to you.
Kati.
Tell them its your whenua. You can tread where you like. If they dont like it go back to where they come from.