According to the Human Rights Commission, today is Race Relations Day in ‘Aotearoa New Zealand’.
Ironically, it’s also my birthday.
(Thank you. I wouldn’t have mentioned it, but thought you’d like to share the delicious coincidence.)
And do I — a man Willie Jackson would have you believe was New Zealand’s arch-racist — want good race relations?
Yes I do. Of course I do. Don’t we all?
But we won’t get them while self-important bureaucracies like the HRC think they can ride roughshod over the democratic process and change the name of our country without the people’s permission.
And so I do not have any dream for Aotearoa New Zealand. Aotearoa New Zealand, to me, is a nightmare — a make-believe, politically correct la-la land controlled by a minority of a minority, based on emotional blackmail and the rewriting of history to suit themselves.
But here, dear Human Rights Commission, is my dream for New Zealand…
Why don’t you tell them yours?
Thanks to Racheal for the links.