It was read by over 1,800 individuals:
Have a read and see if you think things have improved or otherwise:
https://wheelerscornernz.blogspot.com/2012/04/are-maori-no-longer-indigenous-to-nz.html
Over December and Jan I will also be sending a few short stories for some holiday reading: I would also like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy new year.
The closing down of various institutions in an effort to save cash
has led to huge upheavals for those involved. “It’s for their own
good” it is often said by others. Really! Community care is
available, Really! This playing with human beings by governments more
inclined to things financial than social or medical will surely come
back to haunt us all.
An Inside View. A short story
What makes them think I can’t understand, of
course I can. I may see things differently but see things I do. I
don’t wish to leave, I want to stay for it is here that I find my
peace. Sure it may not be the same as yours but hell peace it is.
We have trees and green grass, the trees I walk
under and the grass I dance on it is spongy and sometimes damp but
always with me.
I remember when they brought me here; it was a
long time ago. They were sad and you could see it their facial
expressions, naturally they thought I didn’t understand their guilt
but I did it was simply that I couldn’t express my understanding of
their situation in a form they could understand. I may be different
but I’m human too.
Doctors had words for my condition, they too
thought I didn’t understand as they stood around me and muttered
there medical terms. I understood and desired greatly to tell them
that I did but I couldn’t find the means to express what was just
bursting to be related. My arms would wave, my head would nod and my
mouth would open and close but the words wouldn’t come. They stayed
locked in, tight within my chest. These doctors of mental health shit
what did they know anyway.
Oh yes I could talk to the trees to the grass and
to the sky.
The others that shared my space understood me; we
could communicate with each other. A smile here a nod there would
link us together, others never understood that this was living for my
friends and me. Communication is not just words alone. Energy between
my friends and myself is achieved through simple actions and
behaviours. When will the others understand these simple facts of my
life? It is my life they playing with.
Divorce I’ve heard them say is a really
difficult time for them, well then what of us, is not what they are
doing to us just the bloody same? Separation or deportation by force
is that not a crime.
A time may come when I can tell them what I think
and I will let them know in no uncertain terms of the harm they are
doing and have done to both myself and my friends.
Kimberly is my home.
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