Tag: NZ columnist

  • A Different Light – 18 August 2018

    SPEECH MARKS        A different Light – 18 August

    You have got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them, and know when to bugger off back to Canada. Lauren Southern and Stefan Molyneux, Canada’s Alt-Righters knew this when they wanted to peddle their white supremist wears in New Zealand to the turn of $99 a pop(minimum). Phil Goff told them to bog off from his Town Hall and Aucklander’s protestations caused them a cessation.

    “They were not wanted.

    When they were in New Zealand.

    Knowing this they left.”

    A Haiku  leaving them bemused but they got what they wanted, publicity and know doubt a bigger demand for their next gig.  It certainly freed up a lot of speech in New Zealand. I am always gobsmacked at how easy it is to awaken amoebic logic and how people who you thought were relatively sophisticated revert to the most basic of arguments. “Free speech is free speech end of”, “everyone is allowed to speak their point of view”, and  “there is no harm in a point of view”. There has been some very good pieces written on the differences between free speech and hate speech. I think a very good way of recognising hate speech is when the speaker starts to wine about their rights to free speech. When people speak about free speech there is always an agenda and it’s usually self serving.

    Re-wind to 2004 in Orewa where Donald(familiar?) Brash made a brash speech that cajoled and regurgitated support for then flailing National Party by what many people felt was fuelling racist sentiment toward Māoridom The speech itself was framed in terms of equality and pragmatism, arguing for doing away with policies that proactively targeted Maori to address the obvious marginalisation and obscure references to the principles of the Treaty of Waitangi. A catch cry to the speech was “end to the Treaty of Waitangi grievance industry”. His speech was criticised by lecturer and political writer Jon Johansson: “Whether intended or not, the Orewa speech reinforced the ignorant and racist.”

    Now, Don Brash, I know he is spritely and agile but did he foresee the argie-bargie coming from a while ago? Did he line up the resent free speech debates to coincide with his Narcissist of the Year opps I mean New Zealander of the Year Nomination Award? My apologies if I seem somewhat conspiracist but the timing seems to be perfect in his lead up to the nomination. Did he choreograph his university speeches to come off the coat tails of the white supremist Canadian’s push for their right to speak? If he did it did a great job to rouse the media’s attention to defend the right to free speech and nicely arrive at the nomination to  New Zealander of the Year. I wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t a book launch around the corner.

    Some people get addicted to the limelight. They like to bathe in it. They get cold when the light goes out and when it does they manufacture or manipulate an event or a group of people or both to bolster their appeal no matter how common the dominator.

    Sometimes it’s good to know when to bow down from a particular position whether it be in politics, governance or even an ideology. As Kenny Rogers croons “ Know when to walk away, when the dealings done.

  • A Different Light – 21 July 2018

    A different Light final- 21 July 2018

    I’m in training. I have an event looming on the horizon. I need to be in tip top shape, a lean mean vice-free machine. My neck surgery is looming up like a grey iceberg in a grey corridor, on an overcast day. Why grey? Because the outcomes are uncertain, not black and white. But one thing is for sure, so I have been told by plenty of experts in the medical know, I need to be as healthy as I possibly can for the surgery to have the best possible result.

    As such dry July has been dry.  The other four of my vices have dried up too. People around me say I’m edgy, highly strung, vaguely belligerent. My wife and PA are plotting to form a mutual support group.  If you ask me, however I’m just the same, happy- go- lucky scamp, just a bit more efficient at present.

    Yes, I’m efficient. I’m in training. I wake at 4:30am and after procrastinating, by lying in bed investing in 10 minutes of bitterness, I get up and compound my acidity by consuming a glass of lemon juice and water followed by 4 shots of expresso derived from those overpriced capsules. This is my ritualistic build up to hopping on the exercycle for ½ an hour. In my new efficient mode, I don’t waste time because time is …time.  I multi-task. I watch Ted Talks. Thousands of presentations delivered by the world’s most unlazy, intelligent, faux diverse and anally earnest. My horizons are broadening, my cup of conservational topics runneth over. I have listened to astronomic biologists, I’ve listened to a blind astronomer, composer,s singing about the digital age and decomposers talking about making friends with death. Negative you may say,  but oh contraire! They all seem to be alchemists peddling global problems into nifty solutions, while I pedal into a fervour of a panting sweat, round and round, straight ahead, going nowhere fast. I listen to how boomers are moving into their senior years with empty pockets and what to do to avoid that (downsize, yuck!) Round and round, one two, one two….Youth unemployment in Africa directly causing and affecting civil war; solution, intensive micro farming of course (someone tell Shane Jones before we take up arms). Round and round, left-right, left-right, pant, wheeze! An astrophysicist loses her sight, does she quit? Hell no! she had a revelatory insight: the light curves she could no longer see could be translated into sound. Of course! Through sonification, she regained mastery over her work, and now she’s advocating for a more inclusive scientific community. “Science is for everyone,” she proclaimed.

    Round and round, round and round, gasp, rasp.  A talk on the ‘politics of disgust’ pointed out how facial expressions throughout the world and throughout history do not vary, when confronted with images of dog turds and festering sores. Eeek! The presenter went on to segue these concepts of disgust into politics. “Throughout history, certain disgust properties — sliminess, bad smell, stickiness, decay, foulness — have repeatedly and monotonously been associated with … Jews, women, homosexuals, untouchables, lower-class people”. Hang on I thought, wait a minute, I’ve seen micro-expressions on people’s faces when I am meeting them for the first time and they are trying to understand what I am saying through my speech impairment (I’m thing of a particular local Café owner). My pedalling slows as rumination starts its own cycling. A crash course in Organic Chemistry; yep I’ll have a bit of that. Hydrogen makes one bond, oxygen always makes two, nitrogen makes three and carbon makes four. That’s it. HONC, say that again. As I rewind, trying to wrap my fatigued neurons around the monocular concept, the pedalling slows even more. A modernist Buddhist Monk who was talking about mankind being on the brink of ruining our environment, provided me with an excuse to step off the exercycle and call it a morning. “Five years ago we were at a vast precipice. Today we take a big step forward”. Aargh… into the grey…

     

    Jonny Wilkinson is the CEO of Tiaho Trust – Disability A Matter of Perception. A Whangarei based disability advocacy organisation.