There’s a national hui on water rights next week. When the Maori Party were asked if they’d go they were very careful to repeat John Key’s talking points on the issue: there’s no point in going, because water rights need to be negotiated iwi by iwi, hapu by hapu ect.
Hone Harawira drew attention to this in his usual subtle way, writing on his Facebook page:
Time John Key realised a few home truths like (1) he can tell his little house niggers what to do, but (2) the rest of us don’t give a shit for him or his opinions!
Which works on the same level as Colin Craig referring to John Key as gay – the point is the attention gained through the reaction it provokes.
Anyway, free-associating a bit, I guess most people probably know this already but the term ‘house nigger’ refers to a famous speech by Malcolm X:
It’s a bit discordant to see a guy in a nice suit and perfect diction sneering at the house negros for their nice clothes and good diction, but he’s still a great speaker.
A few weeks ago I mentioned Wallace Stevens on the blog, and Scott Hamilton asked me if I’d read his poem, Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetery. I hadn’t – it’s an amazing work. A modernist classic, left out of all the anthologies, presumably because of the title.
In the far South the sun of autumn is passing
Like Walt Whitman walking along a ruddy shore.
He is singing and chanting the things that are part of him,
The worlds that were and will be, death and day.
Nothing is final, he chants. No man shall see the end.
His beard is of fire and his staff is a leaping flame.