WAHINE KUMARA
Maori women woven of nasty synthetic fibers
A friend of mine who happens to be Maori once explained to me a particular pejorative label occasionally put by one Maori person on another. The pejorative is “roast potato”, an accusation aimed at a Maori individual whom the accuser considers to be - metaphorically speaking - brown on the outside but white on the inside.
The disparaged characteristic of a roast potato is of course a perceived lack of Maori racial authenticity; a dearth of the officially prescribed complete set of traits that must be displayed in order to be regarded as a proper Maori.
For example, a Maori bloke may be proud of his Maori ancestry and desirous of improving his Te Reo, but not much into Kapa Haka (I was good friends with just such a Maori man – now deceased – who personally regarded Kapa Haka as kitsch and silly and, more particularly, a hot bed of hatred for pink-skinned people). He could have been labelled a roast potato.
Moving right along, there’s a particular type of Maori woman – biological adult female, with Maori ancestry – who might be labelled a kumara; bright on the outside, but mystically brown on the inside.
Such a woman displays all the designated traits of crusading Māoridom, without much in the way of Maori ancestry. Such a kumara is served raw, bitter and otherwise unpalatable.
First up, to be absolutely clear…
I’m categorically, unconditionally against any notion that there should be any sort of minimum level of Maori ancestry that an individual must have in order to be entitled to “identify” as Maori.
In fact, given it’s impossible to test for Maori ancestry, it seems to me that anyone, regardless of ancestry, should be entitled to embrace Maori customs and traditions, to whatever extent they see fit. Race is too amorphous a concept to be able to be appropriately used to disqualify anyone from indulging their freedoms.
There’ll be some who if they read this would of course label me a white bigot. So be it. I’m not. I simply think that people like Margaret Mutu and Debbie Ngarewa, who choose to spew vile bile at non-pounamu wearing white skinned people (and lots of Maori too), deserve a bit of blow-back.
With those preliminaries out of the way, behold a few prime Wahine Kumara.
Margaret Mutu – Utu…she’s coming for you
Margaret’s predominant ancestry is Scottish. Her mother was Pakeha and her father was partly descended from Maori from Northland. The Scots have historically received rough treatment from the English but Margaret doesn’t care about that. What she fixates on – deeply – is what she considers to be the horrid oppression meted out by European colonizers to indigenous Maori. The fact that the oppressors include her own Scottish ancestors is not something that Margaret likes to dwell on.
Margaret hates New Zealand in its current form and advocates for Maori separatism and self-determination, and the stark division of New Zealanders into racial camps (people with Maori ancestry in one camp, and everyone else in another) so that New Zealanders can, in Margaret’s words – I kid you not - “live together amicably and get on with each other”.
Nowadays Margaret simply loathes anyone who does not have Maori ancestry (her Pakeha mother is long dead). In 2011 Margaret called for legal restrictions on people with white skin moving to New Zealand. She claimed that all such people are white supremacists. Her call prompted multiple complaints to the Human Rights Commission, including from Ngapuhi leader David Rankin. The then Human Rights Commissioner, Joris de Bres, rejected the complaints on the basis that the Bill of Rights Act allows people to speak their mind. Fair enough too. But make no mistake, if you don’t have Maori lineage – and quite probably even if you do - Margaret hates you. Deep down she hates herself as well. Who cares.
Debbie Ngarewa-Packer – Packing Hate
Debbie Ngarewa-Packer, co-leader of the Maori Party (Te Pati Maori), gleefully labels ACT Party leader, part-Maori and fluent Te Reo (Maori language) speaker David Seymore as a racist. Beyond doubt, even though (like Debbie) he’s not brown on the outside, Debbie thinks David is a roast potato.
Debbie hasn’t been personally elected to Parliament. She was placed first on the Te Pati Maori list and came into Parliament on special votes. She’s not exceedingly popular, even amongst Maori. Adrian Rurawhe, Labour's candidate for the Te Tai Hauāuru electorate and current speaker of the New Zealand House of Representatives, is more popular with Maori folk than Debbie.
Debbie labels anyone who doesn’t agree with her, on any subject whatsoever, a racist. Adrian Rurawhe doesn’t. On 10 May 2023, Speaker Rurawhe ordered Ngarewa-Packer and her Te Pati co-leader Rawhiri Waititi to leave Parliament after welcoming former Labour MP Meka Whaitiri with a haka (dance) without seeking the permission of the Speaker or other parliamentary parties. Good for you, Adrian.
Most New Zealanders recognize Debbie for what she is; a bitter, self-serving, power-crazy race-hater.
Jacinta Ruru – a Morepork is still a Bird of Prey
Jacinta Ruru is not a hater, just nuts. She was born in Australia to an Australian mother and a father, John Ruru, who has some Maori ancestry. John’s mother (Jacinta’s grandmother) was an Ormsby, of the same lineage as Gannon Ormsby, Labour Party Minister Nanaia Mahuta’s husband.
Ruru has inveigled he way into all sorts of race-fixated niches. She was on the working group that produced the He Puapua report. Also on that working group was Waimirirangi Ormsby, married to Gannon Ormsby’s nephew and nominated to the working group by, wait for it, then Maori Development Minister Nanaia Mahuta – in flagrant breach of the Cabinet Manual protocols in relation to management of conflicts of interests.
In the Maori language “He Puapua” means “a break”, and the report is aptly named. The report advocates for nothing less than a complete breaking of New Zealand as a nation state, in favour of the creation of a self-governing separate nation for people with Maori ancestors, who would control New Zealand’s natural resources.
The same Maori mate of mine who schooled me on “roast potatoes” also expressed to me his view that “Some born-again Maori can be a bit of a handful”. Jacinta Ruru is just such an evangelical born-again Maori. She never stops smiling. But what she says is nothing to smile about. She openly advocates the differential civil rights and systems of justice and governance based on whether or not one happens to have Maori ancestors (which can’t be tested).
Like that Jacinda with a “d”, Jacinta Ruru is distinctly dotty and flakey, heavily imbued with delusions of grandeur.
Yikes it’s…Annette Sykes
Maori/British lawyer and “activist” Annette Sykes likes to play cute linguistic games with the Maori language, games designed mainly to humiliate Woke tryhards.
About 20 years ago, when earnest politically correct Pakeha were moving from pronouncing “Maori” Mowry to pronouncing “Maori” Moldy, Annette started saying Maree; just to disconcert and humiliate and keep the tryhards guessing.
(As an adjective, ‘maori’ means ‘normal/usual/ordinary/everyday’, and there’s a compelling albeit heretical argument on the meaning of “maori” in the Maori language version of the Treaty of Waitangi; the most signed version. Formidable Maori history scholar Professor Dame Anne Salmond has pointed out that, in 1840 when the Treaty was signed, Maori was simply not used as a noun to describe the indigenous people of New Zealand. In 1840, ‘maori’ exclusively took the adjectival meaning – ‘everyday’. Thus, when Queen Victoria, in the Maori language version of the Treaty - in return for being granted Kawanatanga (Governorship) - promised to look after ‘nga tangata maori katoa o Nu Tirani’, she was promising to look after not Maori but, rather, all of the everyday people of New Zealand, indigenous and otherwise. The radical implication of this interpretation is that it explodes the current orthodoxy that Maori intended to Treaty to create any sort of partnership between the Crown and Maori. For this heresy Salmond, once revered as a champion of all things Maori, has now been marginalised, pretty much cancelled.)
Like most of her sort, Sykes is not nearly as popular with Maori as she’d liked to think she is. Most Maori don’t like Sykes’ brand of bitter hatefulness. Sykes has tried and failed to get into Parliament on numerous occasions, campaigning on her own brand of extreme, firebrand Maori separatism and self-governance, and teaming up with some mighty curious misfits. At once stage Sykes appeared on the Internet MANA party list with Kim Dotcom.
Titewhai Harawira – Maori Goddess of Violence
Sykes is an outspoken supporter of recently deceased Titewhai Harawira, the sadistic Maori activist who demonstrated her hatred of colonization by dressing on formal occasions like…Queen Victoria II! Because she had a darkish complexion and plenty of Maori ancestry, Titewhai is a marginal Kumara, but I’ve included her anyway…because she was…truly awful!
Titewhai was jailed, along with her son and daughter, for brutally assaulting and maiming a patient at the mental health unit for Maori that Titewhai had personally established. Violence runs deep in the Harawiras and the current remains strong.
It's hard to keep track of the scale and severity of the Harawiras’ violence. A few tasty examples…
The son of Titewhai’s son Hone Harawira, Hone Junior, was 42 with more than 20 previous criminal convictions when jailed in 2016 for not minding the age gap and repeatedly punching and kicking his 17-year-old girlfriend.
Sons of Titewhai’s anti-violence campaigner daughter Hinewhare, Mau Harawira and Enesi Taito, were drunk when they took umbrage at a passing 12-year-old, beat and kicked him to a pulp in the child’s own bedroom (only stopping when an unrelated good Samaritan intervened) and then helped themselves to the child’s belongings.
While on bail for that beating, Taito teamed up with another brother, Tohara Harawira and a third (Wikatana Popata) and cracked into good old-fashioned aggravated robbery.
And on and on it goes. The Harawiras are seriously scary.
What to make of these Wahine?
These types of women are best viewed as high priestesses of the “modern” religion of Raceified New Zealand. They come complete with self-bestowed mystical powers of insight and competence asserted by virtue of simply happening to be partly descended from some humans who arrived in New Zealand before Europeans set foot.
They’re positively revered by the faithful; those prepared to turn off their critical faculties and tune in to the Woke Weirdness of Race Identitarianism. To the rest of use, they’re just pesky charlatans, strange creatures of the odd times in which we live. Try not to dignify them with too much attention. It only encourages them.