"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"

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 Makoare (Macquarie) Parkes, who was the son of Iria, one of the many daughters born on Thursday Island to Wiremu Parkes and his wife, 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, my great great aunty Ene Rewha Parkes honoured the remains of a loyal family friend and servant, one of two who accompanied Wiremu Parkes and Rea Rewha finally came home to Rawhiti from Thursday Island, these people helped care for their many children.  They were indigenous people from Thursday Island, where my great grandfather went to establish a successful pearl diving business, and Rea Rewha went with him, they faithfully served our family for many years, and all Wiremu and Rea's many little daughters, all born on Thursday Island, would never have survived without the love and care and protection of these people.  One of them was buried with my great grandfather in accordance with his wishes, but in accordance with Maori custom, the other one was buried outside the urupa, as they weren't officially whanau.  Ene went up there one day, took up 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, honouring true and loyal people who treated our whanau, my great grandparents and all their little babies, as their own.  I come from a long line of strong women, women with courage to do the right thing even it's not easy sometimes.

It's a very special place, that 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.  Aunty Gwen is there now, and my brother.  My wish (and my final will and testament) is to sleep there too one day when the time comes.

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.


One of the beautiful waiata of Ngapuhi:

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

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