"We have maintained a silence closely resembling stupidity" - Neil Roberts

Until we have legislation adopted into law to ensure fiduciary accountability and transparency in public affairs we will continue to have human rights breached because the existing crown immunity and lack of any independent oversight invites corruption to flourish.

"Question authority, and think for yourself" - Timothy Leary

"We have maintained a silence closely resembling stupidity" - Neil Roberts

"Information is the currency of democracy" - Thomas Jefferson

‎"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever does." - Margaret Mead

"The truth is like a lion, you don't have to defend it. Let it loose, it will defend itself."

"I = m c 2 [squared] where "I" am information" - Timothy Leary

"Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in." Leonard Cohen

"The internet is a TV that watches you" - Edward Snowden

Friday, December 21, 2012



Ko Ngapuhi te iwi - I belong to the people of Ngapuhi
Ko Rakaumaungamaunga te maunga - I belong to the mountain Rakaumaungamaunga
Ko Waitangi te awa - I belong to the Waitangi river
Ko te rau aroha te waka - The plume of love is the vessel that keeps me afloat
Ko Ngati Kuta te hapu - I belong to the family of Ngati Kuta
Ko Rawhiti te marae - Rawhiti is our marae
Ko Katherine Raue töku ingoa - My name is Katherine Raue  

Te Whare Tapu O Ngapuhi

Puhanga Tohora (Whale spume) looks to Te Ramaroa a Kupe (Kupe's eternal beacon); 

Te Ramaroa looks to Whiria (Plaited), the taproots of strife, and the bastion of Rahiri (Ngapuhi's founding ancestor);

Whiria looks at Panguru and Papata - to where the trees lean, standing in the westerly winds; 

Panguru-Papata - looks at Maungataniwha (the Taniwha mountain range), 

Maungataniwha looks at Tokerau (Hundred worms or north) 

Tokerau - looks at Rakaumangamanga (multi branched tree);

Rakaumangamanga - looks at Manaia (named after an ancestor Manaia);

Manaia - looks at Tutamoe; and 

Tutamoe looks at Puhanga Tohora.

These are the sacred pillars of the house of Ngapuhi.


My beautiful, visionary, tupuna, Ene Rewha Parkes
My grandmother was Pearl Parkes, the beloved wife of Macquarie Parkes, who was the grandson of Wiremu Parkes and Rea Rewha.  Mac Parkes looked after both Pearl and her sister, my aunt Edna Kasper, who were from a Dalmatian family, as well as raising my mother, who was whangai, adopted.  I remember their house always being full of love and peace and happiness, I loved staying there as a child, and with my other grandparents, Maria and Ron Raue.  All my grandparents lived in Auckland, where I was born.  Mac and Pearl Parkes loved, honoured and respected each other all the days of their lives.

At the time registration 6:15 in this video, Te Aroha Rewha tells the story of how our tupuna Ene Rewha Parkes honoured the remains of the family retainers that Wiremu Parkes and Rea Rewha brought home with them when they returned to Rawhiti from Thursday Island, to help care for their many children, indigenous people  from Thursday Island, who faithfully served our family for many years.  Ene took their remains and buried them inside the urupa in defiance of the wishes of some others, honouring these people from far away, and honouring her mother and father, and honouring the Good/God that lives inside each one of us.

It's a very special place, that urupa.  A deep red coloured rose grows from the grave of my great great grandmother Rea Rewha, it grows along the ground, and like loving arms it embraces many of the other headstones in the urupa, the whole place is full of such aroha (love).  The urupa looks down over Oke Bay, where whales and dolphin often play.  There is a tangible aura of peace, and love, that pervades the place where my tupuna sleep.

Kia hora te marino 
Kia whakapapa pounamu te moana. 
Kia tere karohirohi i mua i tou huarahi. 

May calm be spread around you, may the sea glisten like greenstone, and the shimmer of summer dance across your path...

More information on the history of Ngati Kuta can be found at this link.


Music, waiata, brings us together, heals wounds, brings understanding.

Robert Ruha wrote this beautiful waiata to honour his own tupuna:

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