Heroic Educated Kiwi Expatriates

On Tuesday, in Auckland, I opened the Salvation Army Red Shield Appeal. It was a great honour to be asked, especially given that I am a publicly declared atheist. But I love the Sallys and their cause is noble.


On the same occasion I launched the HEKE campaign, a call for the New Zealanders living abroad with student loans not being repaid, to move from being Educated Kiwi Expatriates, to Heroic Educated Kiwi Expatriates. 85,000 overseas Kiwis owe $2 billion, and 35,000 are in default. The median debt isn't large, around $18,000. The opportunity is this. Pay back the loan, in your own self-interest, and be celebrated as a hero or heroine for doing so.

New Zealand has taken a huge hit to our economy from the Christchurch February 22 earthquake. The estimates range from $15 billion to $30 billion for the rebuilding, and the taxpayer contribution is at least $7 billion. The student loan offshore is held in a foreign currency and if repaid represents a cost to those other country's other economies.

The appeal is highly controversial. I got the backing of the Reserve Bank Governor in advance, and set up the repayment link with the Inland Revenue Department. The government was informed at the last minute. This is an independent appeal from me, as a member of our expatriate's academic family back home. It is going out on social media with Facebook and Twitter. The website is http://www.heke.ac.nz


In Maori, "heke" means to reduce. By reducing their loans, our ex-students help New Zealand rebuild Christchurch.

My appeal has generated a media storm with a hectic 36 hours of TV interviews, radio interviews and newspaper articles. The response has been 85% positive, though I have had many emails attacking me, and the Facebook wall (http://www.facebook.com/hekeproject) has seen several critical comments, each of which I've tried to answer positively.

I append below a series of TV interviews relating to the project as well as one fascinating newspaper article. I received an email from Hong-Kong, copied to various NZ media luminaries. I answered the email late at night, reply to all, and next day found it to be the front page story in the New Zealand Herald, our biggest (Auckland-based) newspaper. Be careful what you write in an email! Fortunately, I think I replied well, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive for me.




http://tvnz.co.nz/national-news/expat-students-asked-pay-off-their-loans-help-chch-4091032/video

http://tvnz.co.nz/breakfast-news/students-paying-back-loans-sir-paul-callaghan-4-25-video-4091039

http://www.stuff.co.nz/timaru-herald/news/national/4819276/Expats-urged-to-settle-student-loans-for-Christchurch

http://tvnz.co.nz/back-benches/s2011-e6-video-4082522

Radio

http://www.newstalkzb.co.nz/podcasts/audio/29113603.mp3

http://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/ninetonoon/20110329

The Herald Story




http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10715896


As I told the Dominion Post, if hot coals fall on my head, so be it. I'm too old to care.

Relay for life

The annual Cancer Society "Relay for Life" event was held on Saturday, at Frank Kitts Park down on the waterfront. Teams of ten or more camp out overnight and take part in a walking or running fundraising relay while enjoying a carnival atmosphere. People of all ages participate, and from a complete cross section of the community.

The Relay started with an opening ceremony at 3-30 pm where the guest speaker was Luamanuvao Winnie Laban, a breast cancer survivor and until recently, MP for Porirua. Winnie retired from politics last year to take up a post as Assistant Vice Chancellor Pasifika at Victoria University of Wellington.

She was supported on stage and in the subsequent "lead the walk" event, by Helene Ritchie, a local City Councillor and me, both of us cancer "survivors' and therefor honoured by beaing allowed to wear the red sash. Sitting on stage in the yellow was Deputy Mayor (and VUW Chancellor) Ian McKinnon.

The subsequent pictures show us carrying the banner at the head of the walkers and runners, and lead by a Latin American batucada drum team. I got completely caught up in the pleasure of being among the "comrades" and danced along in the front to the rhythm of the drums.

Miles and Maria Fairburn were with us for the afternoon and the final

picture shows me sitting with them in the park, post opening, with the harbour in the background . Miang was the photographer.

Latest CEA and fireworks in the pipeline

Yes, there is another rise, from 4.9 to 5.2 ng/ml. It's a slow drift upwards, and the rate of growth, if exponential (that's a linear rise on the semilog graph here) is slower than in the first couple of months after the peritonectomy. Miang and I talked with my oncologist today, and we have decided to stop capecitabine chemotherapy for 6 weeks (an equivalent of two cycles) to see what the CEA does in response. It's a way of teasing out some better understanding of the data.

Meantime, I'm feeling well, enjoying life, and enormously busy. The copy-edited book is finally in production (due out in June), I'm busy teaching and I'm meeting an array of speaking commitments. The last one was to about 30 MPs from assorted parties in Parliament on Tuesday night. I'm about to launch a huge project on 29 March 2011. Watch the news media that day and go to http://www.heke.ac.nz. Fireworks are going to happen.

A remarkable 24 hours

On Tuesday last week (before poor Japan's terrible earthquake) I flew to Gisborne along with poet Bill Manhire, historian Lydia Wevers, and science event genius Glenda Lewis.

From Gisborne airport we drove to the tiny town of Uawa at Tolaga Bay, the place where Captain James Cook undertook the first constructive interaction of Europeans with Maori, in 1769. Prior to that, in 1642, Abel Tasman had a disastrous contact involving deaths on both sides, before he retreated from New Zealand, naming the place where he moored his ship, "Murderers Bay". Cook made first mooring in the Bay of modern day Gisborne, and, following a haka by locals, muskets were fired and locals killed. Realising his appalling error, Cook retreated up the coast to Tolaga Bay, where he used the only polynesian on board, the Tahitian chief Tupaia, to assist in contact. It went smoothly and today, residents of Tolaga Bay regard Cook with affection, while 40 minutes drive down the coast, in Gisborne, he is regarded as a villain. Such are the vicissitudes of history.

So why were we there? On June 6 2012 the second transit of Venus of this century will occur, the first having taken place on June 8 2004. Transits of Venus are both rare and predictable astronomical events, with pairs of transits eight years apart separated by long gaps of 121.5 years and 105.5 years, making a 243 year cycle, the periodicity being determined by the ratio of the Earth and Venus orbital periods. Before 2004, the last pair of transits were in 1874 and 1882, and before that in 1761 and 1769. It was the second, 1769, transit that brought James Cook to Tahiti, and subsequently to New Zealand.

This extraordinary event in 2012 will provide a focus for a major occasion, based on the East Coast so as to associate with James Cook, in which leading New Zealand thinkers outline their scenarios for New Zealand's future. Those scenarios will focus on opportunity, and they will be optimistic and bold. A key element of the occasion will be a partnership with local iwi and an expression of their view of the future of Maori New Zealand and the emerging Maori economy.

The local people are known as Te Aitanga-a-Hauiti, a sub-tribe of Ngati Porou, the mainstay of the legendary 28th (Maori) battalion of World War II. They welcomed us with open arms. We visited the local area school, with tamariki from 5 to 18 years old. It is 97% Maori, with remarkable principal Nori Parata. We listened to the kids read their own poetry and Bill read some of his, to their obvious delight. Lydia spoke with them, I spoke with them, and the Gisborne Herald featured the attached picture.

In the afternoon we walked to Cook's Cove, the place where he moored his boat (the second picture).

That evening we were hosted at a wonderful meal in the home of one of the local Maori leaders, in which every speech had to be followed by a waiata (a song), in Te Reo (the Maori language). I could manage three, fortunately, since I spoke three times. The final picture shows one of those waita in progress, with Bill and Glenda in the background. The woman in the foreground to the left is Ngahuia Ngata, a descendant of one of the most famous Maori leaders of New Zealand history, Apirana Ngata. His face adorns our $50 banknote. Ngahuia bears the moko on her face, sign of dignity and pride in Maori women.

These remarkable tangata whenua, the people of 1000 years residency, are extraordinarily adept and erudite in both the Maori and European worlds. We pakeha struggle to make that same transition. But if ever there was a meeting of minds and hearts, this occasion represented it in abundance. We all see a future for our country based on respect and understanding.

PS: Apirana Ngata is responsible for one of New Zealand's best known proverbs:

Ui mai koe ki ahau he aha te mea nui o te ao, Maku e ki atu he tangata, he tangata, he tangata!

Ask me what is the greatest thing in the world, I will reply: It is people, it is people, it is people!

Wanganui Technical College Reunion

Over the weekend of 19th and 20th February, my old High School, Wanganui Technical College, held its centenary reunion. The school is now called City College and is majority Maori, with Principal Peter Kaua, also Maori. On the Thursday before the reunion, I had the honour of addressing the school assembly. The local paper, the Wanganui Chronicle, made quite a splash, and in the article shown, you can see me singing the school song with gusto, no notes needed!

There were some remarkable occasions over those days. As I walked up to the school on the Thursday I saw the familiar face of my old freezing works boss, Vic Gowan. He had come especially to see me, and to tell me proudly that I was one of "his boys" who had "done well".

Another delightful aspect of the reunion was sifting through the old school magazines, but especially the enrolment forms filled out by our parents. There, in the tidy handwriting of my Mum, was her 1960's intent for my future made clear. I was to be a laywer, something she never told me about. I may have disappointed her, but my own daughter Catherine, should have fulfilled her wish, one generation later, and no doubt to her pride.

One of the magazines, from my last year at school, had some cringe-inducing poetry by me, dripping with adjectives, and far too influenced by Dylan Thomas. The class photo here has me at 17, scowling third from the right on the back row, no doubt during my "I am cool" phase.
My brother Jim was also at the reunion, getting a really big turnout from his 1950's classmates. It was a nice opportunity to spend the weekend with him. He is somewhere on the right in the group photo being taken outside the school's wharenui.

On the Saturday night, a renuion dinner was held in the Wanganui Memorial Hall, and I gave the after dinner address. A few tales from the freezing works got the necessary laughs, but there was a serious side to what I told the gathering.

"So what is it about this school that we treasure? Most of us didn’t have silver spoons in our mouth when we were born. None of us were born to rule. We had to build our own futures. That Wanganui Technical College education was our chance and it came with a whole lot of extras. “First be good and then be clever”, “All is overcome by working”, “Speak the truth and play the game”, or as (then principal) Ces Day would say, “Be magnanimous in victory and uncomplaining in defeat.” (We had few opportunities to be magnanimous as I recall). These odd, quaint phrases are burned into our brains. So yes this school has produced its share of famous pupils and I am probably as notorious as any of them. But that is not why this school is great. Its greatness is what you and I have sensed these last two days as we have met our fellow classmates. The school is great because it has produced good people who value education and are themselves well-educated and highly skilled, people who work hard and who add to community by acting fairly and honestly and with kindness. For what is being a New Zealander about if it is not about this civil discourse, this fundamental decency and kindness which marks us out in the world as a special country made up of remarkable people?"

I finish with two photos. One of me with fellow Wanganui-East boy, Rex McKinnon, the other of the river steamer Waimarie, chugging under the Aramoho railway bridge.

"Ko Whanganui Te Awa", this place of my birth, my childhood, my youth, and to which I will always belong.

An extraordinary image

This picture was taken from the Gondola on the Port Hills, the moment the quake struck. The map shows the distribution of earthquakes between September 4 2010 and February 22 2011.

The latter quake was associated with energy release at the eastern end of the fault. The proximity of the epicentre to the Christchurch CBD was the main reason for the destruction.

For an excellent explanation from a GNS scientist see

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuczXoFAgeI