A letter from Mere Kepa

Tena Koe,

I am getting older. There’s still much I love to do. To mow the lawn and keep fit and healthy. To pick garden-fresh vegetables for all to enjoy. To clear the forest of pest weeds and feral creatures. To protect the Manawa forests on the mudflats along the shore. To write thoughts in words that educe. To have a say in how people rule the Tangata Whenua. There are still things for me to say and do for the good of humanity; post Covid-19 Lockdown.

Firstly, let me say that I hope that you, your family, your whanau [extended family], and friends have been safe and healthy during the Covid-19 infection and Lockdown. Then, to remind you that older people know the hands-on years pass more quickly than you think.

Possibly, for the first time in my life, I am not doing things to suit others in the family and the whanau. I like it, finally, I do things that I like to do without having to think about whom I could upset; therefore, lose out on an invitation, a publication, a funded application, a promotion; perhaps, even a new job! This is my time for critical transformative action; fulltime.

Crucially, I should remember that ageing is not just a biomedical event and older people are not a single uniform group. I know 70 plus-years-old Tangata Whenua [First People of the Land] who are fit and active and middle-aged relations and friends, and younger, who are ailing. I have read and discussed the ideas that people experience older age differently depending on their wealth, health, education, language and culture, gender, sexuality, and their own perception of what constitutes older age. From my perspective, growing older successfully isn’t merely a biomedical view of daily living; rather, ageing well is a fecund experience of the freedom to do good and be happy.

By the way, I like the digitisation of communication. At the level of a whanau and community groups, decision-making is faster and shared more widely; morale is stronger; communications clearer; and leadership more vibrant and vigorous. I say this while drawing on my view and experiences of the actions of protest against the local, wealthy, powerful company whose realtors are advertising globally that the company’s farm has “direct access” to the beaches and business opportunities near the ancestral village in which I reside. Moreover, the company and their realtors have failed to disclose, in their advertisements, that there are villages of longstanding between the company’s farm and the beach and potential money-making developments. The landowners and residents, especially, the Tangata Whenua, are offended by the company’s and realtors’ absence of good manners, their ignorant and arrogant, even racist, conduct towards us; about the rumour of a potential gated estate along the waterfront; the potential degradation and destruction of the Manawa [mangroves]; increased vehicular traffic, more vehicular, light, and noise pollution; and escalated rates to pay for the multimillion dollars cost to bring the “access” from a restricted to a public road.

In the middle of a protest like this, Tangata Whenua living in our ancestral village have to show energy, compassion, empathy, adroitness, and stamina. Older people need to enact the ancient values of boldness and courage. We have to ask ourselves, “are we being all we really ought to be at this moment in time?’” For me, it’s been a demanding few months through the Covid-19 infection and emergency. I want to say this to you: If this pandemic has taught this Tangata Whenua woman anything, it’s that the health, justice, economic, and conservation systems are racist—and that 70 plus years-old women and men will never have a better prospect for transformational change than right now.

One of my most alarming experiences is finding out about the inadequate planning protection of the Manawa forests, and the flora and fauna in the nearby Wildlife Refuges; that, like me, are Tangata Whenua. An urgent overhaul is needed for the Department of Conservation, the local and regional council plans. Their failure to protect the land against inappropriate subdivision, use, and development appears to breach the resource management, conservation, local government, race relations, and the human rights laws—to name a few. The lack of protection and enforcement of the nation’s laws has serious implications, not just for landscapes and biodiversity but for the Tangata Whenua who will likely lose what little of the ancestral land still belongs to us through, for example, increased land taxation.

The Covid-19 pandemic and curfew have laid bare the underlying systems of racism. Central government, councils, business developers, and the wealthy and powerful people repeating the same views and experiences, over and over again, and expecting all people’s daily living to be good and fair are absurd. I am no longer confident that these people and their reliance on Christianity and democracy or rule by law are sufficiently knowledgeable even to envision a better way of living by Tangata Whenua in Aotearoa. Besides, this knowledge of a better society is sufficiently complex for Tangata Whenua to grasp.

This is how the national emergency has been, with the dominant societal response to health inequities that the Covid-19 Lockdown is now exposing; in very clear ways. Just as individuals, such as the 70 plus years old, with underlying conditions-obesity, passivity, and impoverishment— are more vulnerable to the pandemic, so too are many communities of Tangata Whenua. In Aotearoa, the health professionals, at least, have known for more than 70 years that possessions and social status determine how sick you will be and how long you will live. Put simply, if you are obese, passive, and impoverished your life expectancy is lower than someone with social status, political power, and material resources – six years for men and five for women.

If you are also the Tangata Whenua you can expect to be ill more often, and to die even younger. More and more health professionals and Tangata Whenua know that our dispossessed position is the result of unfair systemic interactions; racism, for example. The Tangata Whenua also know that racism influences both disadvantage and privilege. We know, also, that dispossession is suffered within whanau as well as among whanau; hence, we know that the health and food packages that have been delivered to the homes, in our village, by the Health provider and this and that Maori service organisation must be shared.

We know that racism ‘gets under the skin’ of the Tangata Whenua, not only during the Lockdown, but day after day after day. Also, we know that racism or lack of control over our daily living is a risk factor for the Covid-19 infection. We know that our access to good health care is imperfect; but, we know, too, that our cultural, commercial, educational, and political position contribute to our lack of authority over our lives.

For all this, the Tangata Whenua know that in spite of the good intention and investment of the people in positions of power, their racist ways of thinking about and behaving towards us remain almost unchanged. All the good intention and investment have not made a change for the better. New Zealand’s Christian religion and democratic system flow away from the Tangata Whenua, away from the intimacy of kindness and care, and that compels shared action for the good of humanity.

The Covid-19 infection and the Lockdown, like colonial history impact on sharing power, knowledges, and resources; on who is valued and who is not. Although researchers, especially, quantitative scientists are good at gathering data, evidence, and information to define and understand racism, they are less good at enacting change that will be good for all of humanity; not just them.

In my view and experience of the Covid-19 emergency, the Tangata Whenua know that collective health and happiness is about the strength and flow of relationships within and among whanau as well as with the Indigenous flora and fauna surrounding us, in the countryside. The Tangata Whenua leaders need to be more experienced in matters of daily living, better educated, better communicators, and more sophisticated intellectually; instead of servants of the government agencies like Te Puni Kokiri, the Maori Land Court, Department of Conservation, and the Health system, among others.

Collective wellbeing that entails harmony between all life on earth has to be understood by those in control of decision and profit making. The controllers have to be in touch with those whom they rule; there are no excuses for the rulers’ failure of their whole-of-government and intersectoral strategies that they have put upon the Tangata Whenua. Like colonial history and racism, the consequences of the Covid-19 infection and emergency will be extensive and enduring, similar to rebuilding the economy in the1980s and 1990s. Profound health and social effects will fall unfairly, once again, on Tangata Whenua who are already impoverished and living in precarious circumstances.

The Covid-19 curfew has shown that racism is not a theory for the Tangata Whenua and that the dominant western models of health and profit-making and accumulation are not good for all of humanity. My final view and experience of the Covid-19 Lockdown is that the lawmakers must become more sophisticated and humane, and stop believing that society is safe for all, and to stop avoiding making the hard decisions about racism, post Covid-19.

Mihi atu
16 June 2020.

A letter from Ian and Faye Roberts

An over 70 view of lockdown.

The period of lockdown for us (wife and I) was simply one of the best times I’ve experienced. We are lucky enough to live on a lifestyle block about four kms from Palmerston North, we had daily mail and newspaper delivery, and had no difficulty in popping in to the “local” Four Square to pick up milk and eggs when and if we required them. We have a garden although we didn’t manage to get lettuces and greens planted – similarly we didn’t have chooks – although we got four in level three. With a bread maker and being lucky enough to be able to get supplies of yeast and flour (many apparently didn’t) we wanted for nothing. The weather throughout was superb and we quietly worked away at “at home projects”, getting out veg garden weeded, a berry enclosure built and a raft of other projects about the place.

The flower garden got attention, fences were repaired, stock was looked after and we began a major project of cleaning up (prepping) and painting of our big shed. Repairs were made and it was all water-blasted (we have all of the gear in the shed!) and the only thing we had to wait for was obtaining paint once we moved to level three. Buying that online as a pay and collect exercise was fascinating and much more pleasant that going shopping old style. The family had Zoom contact with our three grown-up children and their families, phone contact and one social-distanced visit by one of the family who called in for a chat – didn’t come inside though.

ANZAC was special going out to our rural road at dawn and standing there with a social-distanced neighbour as only a few cars went past – normally a busy state highway!

We wanted for nothing, we had warmth, power, ample supplies and it was peaceful and a happy time. A trip by one of us to the supermarket about once a week got anything else we might need and any luxuries we thought we might like… soooo good!

Having our small farm gave us lots of space to walk, we fed out using our tractor, fixed fences, moved stock, talked to the neighbour over the fence, burned clippings and generally did a raft of things that normally we didn’t have time for. The place got spruced up, lots of maintenance was done, and in short we were thrilled with what was achieved. Nights were quiet – no traffic and few planes going overhead. It was really neat going down our drive (500metres) to get the mail and paper and only seeing one or two cars on the main road. Just like life in the past. Driving in to the shop on the occasions that one of us did, was great. Almost no traffic, people out walking and waving – the only drawback being that on two occasions I ended up in a queue to shop. But even that was ok as it was fine and not windy or cold. Good humour and lots of chat if one wanted to. The daily check in with the PM and the health guy was a must-watch as we shared the updates and news. Missed that when it stopped.

 Also followed the train-wreck that is American by daily following CNN – that was/is still, fascinating and served to show the differences between the administrations of our countries. We are/were lucky in the we have our isolation and the ability to pull up the drawbridge as we have done. We hand-washed and sanitised, took great care to make sure that our bubble was secure and kind of still do – although being able to shop normally and live life as we do is something that we will remain grateful for.

In short – a great time and something to look back on positively. I for one, miss it.

Cheers.

Dear Professor Gott

Having just seen that reminder about your “Have our say project” in the newsletter of the NZ Society of Genealogists, I thought I would write a few comments about my experience with the Covid-19 lock-down.

I am an 85-year-old male, born in the Netherlands, so I came through WW2, and can remember quite a bit of it. I had 3 narrow escapes of surviving bombings since my family lived then in a suburb of Nijmegen which was frontier city from September 1944 to March 1945, when the Battle of Arnhem put a stop to Eisenhower’s plans of a rapid push into Germany. So I felt that having survived that, I should be able to cope with surviving the constraints of Covid-19.

I think I survived admirably since I have my wife [who is 76] as company so that we did not feel lonely. Moreover, under level 4, we had our children leaving food supplies for us, so that we did not have to starve. Once we got the hang of ordering supplies on line, we did not even have to put our children at risk any longer.

My wife and I are both sufficiently computer-literate to keep in contact with friends, both in NZ and throughout the world. We are both involved in voluntary organisations which kept communications going via Zoom. I correspond with a very large group of people so that I may have spent too much time behind the computer, being a two-finger typist. But every so often I would walk around the block during lock-down, which is a 20-minute walk. In addition, I have a large vege garden which also kept me busy and supplied us with veges during most of the lockdown. I still do my own lawns on my quarter acre section, and trim hedges that don’t involve ladders etc. And I can repair most things if they break down. We did not have any breakdowns that required skilled tradespersons during the lockdown. We did not even spend our time preparing for downsizing…! And we did not have any health problems during the lock-down.

Some people might think me a bit introverted because I can very well manage on my own, but needless to say, it is great to have my wife’s company and conversations. Our house is big enough so that we could do our own thing, without getting in each other’s way or hair. We enjoyed being able to communicate via telephone or computer, especially the Zoom sessions where you could see each other, including our children and grandchildren. We did not really watch much more TV than usual, i.e. we were not bored. My wife reads a lot. We faced very few challenges as indicated above, and having survived the war and the adjustment to life in NZ, I consider the lock-down period perfectly manageable.

However, I am intensely annoyed at the irresponsibility of people who take Covid-19 very lightly. The analogy with wartime lock-down is not inappropriate for this pandemic which is going to challenge NZers for several years yet. But the younger generations who protest about all the constraints that are being imposed on them, have of course no experience of wartime occupation. So they don’t know how lucky they are to have a government that listens to medical experts and acts on that advice, unlike the US president, and similar “leaders”.

When the lock-down eased, it was great to be able to select your own supplies in the supermarket or local butcher; go to the pictures and concerts, and visit friends and family again. If you seek additional information, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

Kind regards,
Dr Nick Lambrechtsen QSM