Look, New Zealand is doing something straight-up weird, and most people feel it but can’t quite name it. We live in a country that calls itself modern and fair, but the truth is, the system treats citizens differently depending on where your ancestors came from. You didn’t do anything. You didn’t vote wrong. You didn’t rob anyone. But if your grandparents arrived on the wrong waka, you get less say. And somehow, everyone pretends this is noble. This is madness.
Turn on the six o’clock news and it’s the same song: colonisation, Treaty this, partnership that, ancestral rights everywhere. Every week, like a broken record. You’ve got bureaucrats talking about “co-governance” and “Treaty principles,” like they’re some kind of holy law, while ordinary people—mum and dad, the bloke down the street—just nod along because everyone’s too scared to say it out loud. And the stuff they’re talking about? Mostly dead people. Most of it happened 200 years ago. Yet we let it decide who gets a real say in 2026. That’s not democracy. That’s backward-ass apartheid with a fancy accent.