for The Kumara Vine
P.O.Box 408, Wellington, New Zealand
ISSN 0114-2097 - Issue No 10/89 23 October 1989
te hapu, toi te iwi, toi te mana:
te mana wairua, te mana whenua, te mana tangata; te mana Maori.
Ka whawhai tonu ake! Ake! Ake!
E nga iwi o te motu, e nga hau e wha,
Tena koutou, tena koutou, tena koutou katoa.
In June this year I wrote about the strange role played by Deloitte, Haskins & Sells consultants in the Department of Maori Affairs attack on Tamaki Maori Development Authority. Since that time the NZ Police have carried out an investigation and have declined to proceed against Tamaki MDA or any of its staff.
Tamaki MDA have instructed their solicitors to have the matter reviewed by the High Court. Bert McLean of Tamaki MDA says the reluctance of the Police to continue the case "confirms that the whole affair was politically contrived ... from the beginning." Bert claims to have evidence from Department of Maori Affairs files "of a plot planned as early as February 1989, to take over the Authority." He says that, "What eventuated from that time ... includ[ed] an attempt to criminalise the Authority and its officers."
These are serious charges. However, they are made seriously. The adverse publicity stirred up in the media at the time of the attack has had serious repercussions, even to the extent that a member of Bert's family has been refused banking facilities in Auckland. This was caused without any benefit of doubt being given to Tamaki MDA and it's officers, or their families, and without any legal process whatsoever.
Regardless of the eventual outcome in the courts, the whole episode has been an unpardonable abuse of power by the Department of Maori Affairs.
What part did Deloitte, Haskins & Sells consultants play in this charade? Te Putatara has obtained documents showing that by 14 March 1989 both Helen Anderson and Roger Beyer of DH&S were intimately involved in the formulation of strategy for the attack on Tamaki MDA. Roger Beyer himself admitted to Te Putatara on 13 April 1989 that he reported directly to Mr Murray Jack, a senior partner of DH&S, and that Murray Jack was fully aware of the Tamaki MDA case. Should the courts find that the Minister of Maori Affairs and his department were at fault, then the role of Deloitte, Haskins & Sells will need to be investigated. This is a serious matter, for Helen Anderson is now the office manager for the Minister of Maori Affairs.
In a paper presented to Tamati Reedy and Eru Manuera, Anderson and Beyer advised that DMA meet with the elected board of Tamaki MDA, and that Bert McLean should not be present. Their "Action Plan" revolved around
the removal of Bert from TMDA and his replacement with a manager acceptable to the Department. To "minimise political damage" they advised that Bert should be "advised by his doctor to take extended leave as a result of stress related ill-health."
The paper then set out eight resolutions which the Tamaki MDA would be required to pass to give effect to the Anderson/Beyer "Action Plan". It should be noted that Tamaki MDA is an incorporated society registered under the Incorporated Societies Act, and that the Department of Maori Affairs had no legal powers to demand the actions outlined by Anderson and Beyer.
One of those resolutions was: "That the Authority agree to the appointment of an independent professional person or persons whose terms of reference will be: ..... to report to the Authority and to the Department of Maori Affairs on whether the Authority can continue to perform its functions as set out in its Constitution or whether the Authority should be wound up."
The eighth resolution which TMDA would be required to pass was: "That the Authority and the Department agree that the business of this meeting remains confidential to those present and to the Minister of Maori Affairs, and that should there be any approach from any media source, both parties will offer the response that it is business as usual and no further comment will be made."
At the very least, the involvement of Deloitte, Haskins & Sells consultants in Maori politics is questionable.
"....if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed. For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?
- Kahlil Gibran
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Pakeha Consultants ................ 1
Fan Mail .......................... 3
Wellington Watch .................. 4
Short Story: Te Maori Boss......... 7
Book Review ....................... 9
Dispatches from the Dungeon Bar ...10
I'm getting to like the look of my name in print. Makes me feel a bit like that Ngahui lady that was on "Open House" on the TV.
I was hoping that your September issue might've shed some light on why qualified women are not applying for jobs in the Manatu. I think its got to do with the one that left - and word just got around town.
My uncle Harry, now there's a man, loves the gossip. Anyway, forget the Dungeon Bar, it's the toilet blocks where most of the hard stuff gets picked up, washed down or whatever. He was down the Lambton Patero last week and caught up on what's happening with the schools and things. Seems like those people in Education have blown it, and they are trying to cover up a few money mistakes too. So don't be too hard on the Maori lot.
PS: I thought the stuff about that fellow Wira, was sooo funny!
Just food for thought. If the life expectancy of Maoris is lower than that of Pakeha why is the National Superannuation not available for Maori (and Polynesians) at age 45?
Tena Koe e Ross, Te Tea-boy! (Or is it Te Tea-Tama!)
Hope you have a Union to protect you from T'Editor and Te Writer! Tino pai rawa atu to mahi o Te Putatara! Neat image of ITA Boss ma doing their jobs standing on their heads - the best position for those not knowing what they're doing when asked by those for whom they are supposed to be doing it! Can't argue with the Reverend's position either! Good news for us all about the Tainui Trust Board's case! Apropos of nothing in particular and everything in general (?1990, 1991, ,etc.) here are 4 Truths from another Eastern mystic to add to your collection!
Suffering is universal;
cause is craving or selfish desire;
cure is the elimination of craving
and the way to follow is the middle way, a path of practical action.
No reira e hoa, all power to your tea-pot!!
(Sign your letters Mere!!)
P.S. Aroha ki te D.F.C.! Homai nga mea mo tetahi fundraising stall!
P.P.S. What do we call people who bleat for taxpayers, money with some far-fetched sob-story? Dole-bludgers? D.P.B.s? etc? Nope, we call them farmers, investors and even banks!!
P.P.P.S. The 1987 Stock Market Crash revealed crooks carrying out technically illegal and morally corrupt practices who were white-washed with the description of being "entrepreneurs in a depressed market". - that should cheer up our whanaunga who are into "resource-gathering" that they aren't really crooks after all!!
[Kia ora Christine - na Te Tama-ti]
A Roundup of Capital Events
The unanimous Court of Appeal decision on the Tainui coal claim marks another giant step forward in the battle to right the long history of Pakeha injustice. In this case the Government tried to claim that the coal under the surface did not form part of the land, and could not be claimed with the land. The Appeal Court decision has exposed yet another Pakeha fiction designed to keep total economic power in their own hands, forever.
Prime Minister Geoffrey Palmer's instinctive reaction was to mutter something about changing the law. Since the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi that has been the instinctive reaction of a long list of political and legal charlatans who have used the veil of "democratic government" and "majority rule" to justify injustice. We must pray for Geoffrey Palmer, that the desire for short-term political survival does not override his sense of justice, and cause him to add his own name to that long list.
A special Cabinet Committee has been convened to study the matter (and I'll wager, a lot more as well - land, fish, oil, gold, trees, airwaves, and the Chatham Islands).
Don't Vote National Either!
Jim Bolger has recently attacked the iwi and declared that a National government will do away with iwi and build a new system based on the Ministry of Maori Affairs. Without any effort to help us reinforce our traditional structures of whanau, hapu and iwi, Jim the Bolger declares that they will not work. What he is really saying is that he is not prepared to even consider that there is a place for a Maori way in this country. They can't help themselves can they?
The late John Rangihau wrote in "Te Ao Hurihuri" (ed. Michael King, 1975):
"You know the number of people, Pakeha people, who know better than I do how to be a Maori just amazes me. I could never be so audacious to suggest to Pakehas that I know better than they do how they are to live as Pakehas. But I am constantly reminded of the number of Pakeha people who know better than I do what is good for me."
After the BNZ? The DFC!
Well, well. Well. First the Government, the Parliament, and the Media heap scandal and abuse on poor old Cyclone Koro and poor old Tawhiri Tamati for nearly borrowing $600 million from overseas.
Then the dear old people's bank, the BNZ, it nearly goes broke because it gave too much unsecured money away to too many Pakeha; so the kindly old Government gives the BNZ $600 million (instead of scandal and abuse).
What next you might ask. Well. The kindly old Government does the National Provident Fund (NPF) a favour and sells it the Development Finance Corporation (DFC) - one of the Government's other banks. Next thing we know the DFC has gone bust and NPF is left holding the baby, or the lemon.
Now. "Te Putatara" has decided to conduct a survey. There's only one question. Send your reply to Geoffrey Palmer, Parliament House, Wellington:
Would you buy a second-hand bank from this Government?
Ka Hao te Ruha - MI5 Goes Fishing
Sir Graham Latimer, chairman of Maori International, has announced that
MI5 has entered into a joint venture with the Japanese giant, Taiyo Fisheries, to buy NZ Seafood Trading. The joint venture is known as Taima Holdings. NZ Seafood Trading is a koura exporter operating out of Turanganui-A-Kiwa. It specialises in shipping live koura to Japan, but has been in receivership since January. However it has apparently been trading well under new management.
It seems that MI5 converted itself into a fishing company because Sir Graham reckons that Maoridom cannot wait for fishing rights to be resolved with Government.
Well done MI5! Aaa, by the way, did the money for your joint venture come from your own capital which you haven't used for six years; or was it from the money that Government gave to the Maori Council acting on behalf of the iwi? Oh, another question. If it was from the Government grant, who owns the Maori part of Taima Holdings - the MI5 shareholders, or the iwi?
A fine example of traditional Maori justice has taken place over the last few weeks. Massey House, home of the Iwi Transition Agency and former home of the former Department of Maori Affair, looks as though it has been done over by a muru. Some of them old staff, well they decided to walk out with some of the furniture and things that they couldn't bear to leave behind. Just returning the loyalty and consideration that they received from top management eh!
And what's more, the kumara vine reports that some of those people in the new Ministry of Maori Affair came and did some pinching of their own. Must be the new Ministry of Maori Affair made a few mistakes when it was calculating its budget eh. That's why they had to go out and pinch some furniture and computers; because they didn't put enough money in their budget to buy their own!
When I went in to the ITA for a Jack Nohi, well the MANA Enterprises Unit had a guard on the door to stop people from walking away with their furniture. And the guard was not there to keep Te Putatara out, you cheeky lot you! Anyway I was disguised as myself so they wouldn't recognise me.
Iwi Transition Agency (ITA)
Paikare e hoa ma, those ITA Pi-nati Pata People have been quiet since they started up on or about 3 October (1989). They took a few days to work out who was already in ITA, and who was just hanging about wondering what to do next. They seem to be slowly going about shoulder tapping some new staff and generally getting themselves set up.
One of the good things they have done already is to call ITA a new name: "Te Whakahaere Awhina Iwi."
However, already senior management is making an obvious mistake. The Head Office structure looks as though it is going to preserve complete male domination. The senior woman is a Pakeha, and there are few Maori women in senior positions. If you're not careful chaps you'll end up with an outfit full of Freemasons. The only sure way to keep them out is to hire our women!
Besides, our Maori women are the ones with the talent, and the commitment.
Te Trusty Maori Trustee
The kumara vine reports about a kaumatua who went looking for the Department of Social Welfare to get himself a special rangatiratanga grant. He was directed to go to ITA, and apparently he was told to ask for Neville Baker!
Well, he went to Massey House where ITA is, and he asked for where was this kind Neville Baker of the Department of Maori Welfare; the one who gives out special rangatiratanga grants for special kaumatua. These days it's hard to find anyone in ITA, but the kaumatua was sent to the office of The Maori Trustee. Who should be the new Maori Trustee? The trusty Neville Baker of course!
This kaumatua, he remembers the good old bad old days when the Maori Trustee was just another Pakeha device designed to (legally) steal Maori land. He was a bit wary about going to the Maori Trustee, but he heard that it had greatly improved under the guidance of the highly qualified financial manager, Tom Parore. Anyway, he thought he had better get one of his young whanaunga to check out this Neville Baker before he went and asked him for a rangatiratanga grant.
His young whanaunga sat him down and gave him a kaputi before he went off to do some checking. In no time at all he came back with some bad news and some good news eh.
The bad news was that Neville Baker no longer had control of the Rangatiratanga Grant Fund, or the Matua Whangai Grant Fund. The good news was that the kumara vine reckoned that it wouldn't take long for him to convert some of the Maori Trustee funds into something similar. He had even said that he was going to emphasise the "people" side of the Maori Trustee operations. Well, e hoa ma, he is highly qualified to do it eh? He's got a Diploma of Social Work. Just what you need to become The Maori Trustee.
Our kaumatua didn't get his special rangatiratanga grant for a special kaumatua, but if he comes back in a few weeks, Neville should have found a way to help him and all those other deserving Maori people and organisations. He's clever that Neville.
The Committee That Never Was
E hoa ma, you remember the Manawatu/Rangitikei Maori ACCESS Committee that didn't exist? Last month the kumara vine reported that Bert Mackie had been to Palmerston North to clean up. Well this month another report off the vine reckons that the MACCESS Unit files about that committee-that-never-was have mysteriously disappeared. Never mind though, says another branch of the kumara vine, because duplicates of those files were placed in a safe place a long time ago!
Winnie Te Pukeko Peters
Hardcase eh! Poor old Winston. He couldn't stand those nasty political reporters keeping him off the front pages of the newspapers. So he went and made a real nice speech about his political mates, and sure enough he got himself back in the news. His Pakeha mates didn't think it was nice after all, so they demoted him! After all those years of sucking up to Pakeha prejudice; they thump him! You'll learn one day Winston.
Short Story (almost pure fiction):
Te Maori Boss
E hoa, this is just like the marae at home. Well almost.
This longhouse in the middle of Borneo is fantastic. When we got here, after we walked six hours through the jungle, they had a powhiri [welcome] for us. Ae, it was just like a powhiri, and then we had a big kai - a hakari [feast]. It was just like at home. Only different.
We don't speak Dayak, but we knew what to do though. Just as well our patrol is mostly Maori eh. Except for Pat. He's our only Pakeha; carries the radio for the Boss. Reckons we're a mad bunch of Maoris eh. He's a good bloke but sometimes he gets right up our noses. Then there's me on the machine gun, and my buddy Hemi is the lead scout for our patrol; and there's my whanaunga [relation] Rapata, only we're supposed to call him "Corporal". He's next in line after the Boss. Just the five of us.
The Boss is Maori too. Not many Maori bosses around eh - he's a lieutenant, an officer. Mostly he's a boss just like a Pakeha boss, but sometimes when we get him on the hops after a patrol, well you can see the Maori in there. Not for long though.
These Dayaks have got a real powerful booze called tuak. The Boss says it's rice wine. I reckon it's more like kero, and it fair takes the top of your head off. Yep, me and the boys got drunk at the hakari, and them Dayaks laughed their socks off - well they would of if they wore any eh. No Sir, the Boss wasn't very happy about that. In fact he was hopping mad he was. He tore a strip off Rapata.
Well, after that it was getting dark, and time to hit the sack. This longhouse is built on high stilts, and all the rooms are joined together. There's a big long verandah running right along the front of all the families, rooms, so the marae atea is really a long verandah. They hold all their hui and dances on the verandah.
The only other whare [house] is where all the young men sleep. It's called the balai. Well, the Boss said to us that we all had to sleep in there with all the young men eh. So we went in there with our gears.
Hika ma! There was dried heads all over the place! Hundreds of them! All over the rafters. And there were baskets of them hanging from the roof! You never seen four Maori jump so far - even the Boss did eh. That bloody Pakeha Pat just laughed at us. The Boss told him to shut up or he'd stuff his radio down his throat. Just as well we were sozzled or we might have run out of there and deserted.
No wonder they call these Dayaks the Wild Men of Borneo. Wild and mean. Headhunters! Aue hika!
That crazy Boss made us go back inside and set up our beds in there. He said we were honoured guests and we had to do what was expected of us. Like sleeping in the warriors, balai. And we've been sleeping in there for the last ten nights. Me and the boys got stuck into the tuak every night just so we could get to sleep.
But about midnight every night the wind comes up and blows through the cracks in the walls. It's only a little breeze but it makes all those heads sway; and it makes their teeth rattle. Aue. Some nights we tried to sneak out so we could sleep outside under a tree. The Boss got wild. He made us stay inside. That Boss is too much Pakeha for me.
The third night we were here they made him a kepala kampung, a village headman. They put a sarong on him, and a band around his head with some feathers in it. Now he sits with the Headman and the koroua [old men], just like on the paepae back home. We have a hui every night. We sit on the verandah and have plenty of karakia [prayers and incantations], then the old koroua and the Boss have a whaikorero [speech]. Later on we have a kai, then we might have a dance.
Three nights ago we had a special ceremony eh. There's six young women in this longhouse, and we weren't allowed anywhere near them. Quite right too the Boss reckoned. Spoilsport! At this ceremony the five of us, we sat along one side of the verandah, and the six young women, they sat opposite us. After the karakia and the whaikorero we had a kai, only it was served to us by the young women. We never knew what was going on.
Then the old Headman he got up and had a long whaikorero. His son spoke some English, and the Boss spoke some Malay, so between the two of them we could follow what was going on. He said that we were big-time warriors, and his longhouse wanted to keep us, and our guns. My mate Hemi reckons he must have wanted us to collect some more taonga for the balai.
Anyway, the Headman said that we each had to marry one of the young women, and we had to stay with him and be chiefs! You could hear all the koroua and kuia [women] agree with him eh.
Well we said to the Boss, "Good idea Boss. We're the honoured guests eh. We have to do what they expect us to. C'mon Boss. You know what you said about sleeping in that balai. Well we have to do that; so we have to do this too eh."
That Boss of ours; you know what he did? He stood up and said there was a problem. He said if we married one each, one of the young women would not get a husband, 'cause there's six of them and only five of us, and he didn't want to hurt any of their feelings. So we would rather not get married thank you very much. You know, he's too much Pakeha for our own good, our Boss. And a bit free with the royal "We".
You can't trick the kaumatua [elders] eh? The old Kepala Kampung laughed at him, and he said since the Boss was the Honorary Headman, he had to have two wives! That fixed him! Well we hoped so eh. But that Boss got us out of our predicament somehow, much to our disgust; and we never did get married that night.
Now it's time to leave. They don't want us to go. But we're off. Wish we never had to. The Boss got a call on the radio telling us to head out for base. And here we are having our last hui and hakari before we leave. A bit sad really. The Headman still doesn't want us to go. But the Boss has just told him that we have to, so we'll be off in a minute or two, I suppose.
Hullo! The Headman has just asked the Boss to leave one of us behind! He wants to keep Pakeha Pat so he can breed from the big dude! He doesn't want Maori mokopuna after all! The Boss is grinning from ear to ear. Wonder what the smart bastard will do to get out of this one eh? E ki! He just said, "How much?"
Look at him, he's taking the money! He's sold our Pakeha! Te Boss is a Maori! Paikare, he's a real Maori!
Book Review: "Healing the Breach: One Maori's perspective on the Treaty of Waitangi",
by Hiwi Tauroa.
William Collins Publishers Ltd. 1989. $14.95.
Hiwi Tauroa has added his views to the debate on the Treaty of Waitangi. His is a timely book and in parts a good one.
The approach taken in "Healing the Breach" is to put the just case (also the Maori case) for recognition of the Treaty of Waitangi. Hiwi attempts to weave his way through legal and political complexities in layman's terms, and is largely successful.
Part I consists of twenty questions about the history of the Treaty, and about the legal and political means by which the Pakeha partner has ignored his obligations. Hiwi answers the questions simply and clearly, and those who seek knowledge about the Treaty will find it.
Part II explains what the Waitangi Tribunal is, what its powers are, and what its likely influence will be.
Part III is a regrettable short piece titled "The Maori divided", in which Hiwi lets some of his own lack of vision and faith slip through: some of his own frustration with the process of empowerment. He outlines the many things which presently serve to divide Maoridom, but he does not show much understanding of the process through which these divisions can be overcome given time, goodwill, and the absence of Pakeha interference.
In Part IV Hiwi explains twelve commitments which he believes we as a nation must make in order to heal the breach between the Treaty partners. In the main these are sensible propositions including commitments to resolve the Treaty issue, to become well informed about our joint history, and to adopt a moral stance. He calls upon Pakeha to examine his racism, and upon us all to admit our mistakes. Pakeha are asked to admit the integrity of the Waitangi Tribunal.
These are a sampling of Hiwi's steps to a better future which he concludes will be based on the honouring of the Treaty, and the accordance of effective political power to ethnic minorities.
It is in his call for improvement within Maoridom that Hiwi shows his tendency to try too often to be Mr Nice Guy, and to seem to be even-handed, even to the point of ruining a good book. In a book designed mainly for a Pakeha audience there was no need to try to balance the perspective by offering advice to Maori people based on his perceptions of our weaknesses. This lapse will reinforce Pakeha myths about our supposed inability to get it together.
One of Hiwi's solutions is to appeal to the modern myth of the kaumatua. He tries to clarify the roles of tohunga and kaumatua, and fails.
For be they of 27 years or 72, fools are fools, the crooked are crooked, collaborators are collaborators, and pretending chiefs are pretending chiefs. Be they of 27 years or 72, tohunga are tohunga, and rangatira are rangatira. The mantle of age signifies no more than a greater opportunity to attain expertise, wisdom, and leadership; a greater opportunity for the endorsement of whanau, hapu, and iwi as tohunga, rangatira, or both. But age alone is no guarantee.
"Healing the Breach" could have been a good book.
Dispatches from the Dungeon Bar
Te Putatara went to the final party of Te Dear Old Department of Maori Affair. What a big do that was eh. And very enjoyable too.
E hoa ma, I was confronted by this nice woman who claimed that she was Mrs Jake - only it wasn't the one that calls herself Reriko! She even reckoned that the fullah chatting to Cyclone Koro was her husband Jake. But I thought his name was Rana Waitai, cause Rana is my whanaunga, and I'd know if he was Jake eh, I think. By the way, your subscription's due Rana.
Cyclone Koro said a big "Kia Ora!" He wouldn't have if he knew I was the editor of Te Putatara eh.
Then the next time I went down the Dungeon Bar, my old friend John Paki came up to me and said did I know why he never subscribed. Yes, I said. Because you've been getting a free read of Tom Parore's copy. And because you think I spread the rumour that you're the Fat Man! But I never did. Maybe Pat Park or Hemi Toia or Ross White or Hamu Mitchell or Wira Gardiner knows who spread that vicious rumour. Maybe it was Jake who spread it. You're not Jake are you?
Maybe Neville Baker knows who Jake and the Fat Man are. He knows everything about everyone eh. He could look up his intelligence files and tell us in no time at all.
Mikara Morgan from Kaikohe, he came in and told me that there was this fullah up North called Jake, and he was thinking of coming to Wellington to sort out all these Fat Man. He reckons that we're giving him a bad reputation with all our goings on at Wellington. Giving the whole of Maoridom a bad reputation too. In the Far North they reckon if Wellington fell off Te Upoko O Te Ika into the sea, then they could all go back to being iwi tuturu. You might have a point there Jake.
And then there's this wahine that I know, and she claims that she knows who Jake is. She says that there are five of them, and one of them is a woman. What's more, she says that all the other men who drink in the Dungeon are the Fat Man.
Well, the last time I went down to the Dungeon, I thought I might ask the women a few questions to see if they could shed any light on the matter. Before I could though, they started asking me some questions. Like; were they part of "The Network", and did I know who sent some funny propaganda to the Prime Minister. Funny questions eh.
Someone told me that some Freemasons were down there too. I asked this nice Maori lady if she was a Freemason and she said no, she was a free woman and it was my shout. Then this other nice Maori lady said don't be stupid Te Putatara; only stupid men could be Freemasons. Women didn't need to behave like schoolboys eh. Women already spend too much of their time trying to get their men to grow up, without joining them in their silly games.
Then this very knowledgeable Maori lady said don't you join Putatara, because you can't be a Freemason and a Maori too. You have to choose between the piupiu and the apron, because you can't wear them both at once. You get good advice from women. Most of the time.
Is that Mere Pohatu over there in the corner?