John Robertson: Bullying A Nation

Walk through any New Zealand city now and you can feel it before you consciously register it. The signs. The buildings. The announcements. The slow, steady replacement of the familiar with something ideological, imposed, and untouchable. English shrinking, Māori rising, not through organic use or necessity, but through instruction. Through policy. Through pressure. Through an unspoken threat: accept this, or be branded.

This isn’t a celebration of language. It’s a declaration of power.