{"id":2027,"date":"2004-02-08T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-01-02T22:02:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cushla.spooky-possum.org\/wordpress\/?p=2027"},"modified":"2025-01-03T11:05:35","modified_gmt":"2025-01-02T22:05:35","slug":"being-kiwi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cushla.spooky-possum.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/2004\/02\/08\/being-kiwi\/","title":{"rendered":"Being Kiwi"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-large-font-size\">Sunday Supplement<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-medium-font-size\">Radio New Zealand National, February 8th 2004<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Like most Kiwis, I am immensely proud of being a New Zealander, but what it is that makes our people unique is hard to define.&nbsp;&nbsp; One thing that springs immediately to mind is our rich M\u0101ori heritage, but this is only part of the answer.&nbsp; I have no M\u0101ori blood, but neither do I feel any strong association with my British ancestors, so where exactly do I fit in?&nbsp; I suspect this is a dis-ease that many young people struggle with, one for which the big OE is an attempt at self-medication.&nbsp;&nbsp; Somewhere between the ages of 18 and 25, we become claustrophobic and dissatisfied with our limited horizons, migrating to new and larger spaces in an effort to find ourselves.&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Maybe I&#8217;m just strange, but this was never something that appealed to me.&nbsp;&nbsp; When I was hired to a research position in the States, I was extremely ambivalent about the prospect of leaving home.&nbsp; I&#8217;m the kind of person who tends to put down roots in one spot and shriek if anything attempts to relocate me.&nbsp; I had fully intended to settle in my little house on the hills overlooking Dunedin, and quietly insinuate myself into the bricks and mortar until one day I just disappeared from view entirely.&nbsp; New, exciting experiences?&nbsp; They were the kind of things that happened to other people, a foolishness that I fully intended to avoid.&nbsp; Besides, the States was the last place in the world I&#8217;d have chosen to go! In my eyes, America epitomized the worst excesses of materialism and arrogance.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I didn&#8217;t want to immerse myself in this kind of culture, and I harboured a sneaking fear I might actually like it.&nbsp; One of the cornerstones of my Kiwi pride was that I was not American.&nbsp; What if I found out that I was really no different from them?&nbsp;&nbsp; There are some things it is better not to know!&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">The reality of the situation didn&#8217;t really hit me until I stumbled woozily out of Dulles airport into a suffocating Washington midnight.&nbsp; Were it not for my conscience insisting I couldn&#8217;t just walk out on a job contract (that, and the prospect of another 24h on the plane to get home again), I would have immediately abandoned the whole venture.&nbsp;&nbsp; I&#8217;m glad that I didn\u2019t, because it turned out to be an experience that proved to me I really am a New Zealander.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Because America&#8217;s images of itself so pervade the world, it\u2019s rather disconcerting to find reality somewhat different from the perception.\u00a0 It&#8217;s in the small things, like walking into a supermarket and recognizing none of the brands on the shelves.\u00a0 Life undergoes a dream-like dislocation, where everything seems familiar but somehow wrong.\u00a0 I soon stopped hearing the American accent, but I never got used to the substitution of Spanish for M\u0101ori as the second language.\u00a0 I longed for the vowel-rich, musical sound of M\u0101ori; &#8220;<em>whanau, mana, kaitiaki, aroha<\/em>&#8220;, and found myself wearing the pounamu pendant I had brought with me like a protective talisman-a link back to my homeland.\u00a0 Although I am P\u0101k\u0113ha, I now know that my sense of self is intimately interwoven with the threads of tikanga M\u0101ori that strengthen and enrich our society.\u00a0 I return determined to learn more about Maoritanga, and the complexity of New Zealand\u2019s colonial history.\u00a0 Neither M\u0101ori nor British, I am a product of the interaction of both cultures, and this is a heritage that is unique<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">There is much that I enjoyed about my time in the States, but the thing I am most grateful for is the opportunity to see where my country has shaped me, those little corners that don&#8217;t quite fit into the well-worn and comfortable curves of the American figure.&nbsp; I still can&#8217;t distill the essence of New Zealand into words, nor say exactly what it is to be a Kiwi.&nbsp; 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