I was born and grew up in New Zealand, and although I’ve lived in Australia since 1981 I’m still a New Zealander – it’s just in my heart, and my blood, and my sensibility. I’m sure many other AWers who live outside the country of their birth would feel the same way.
What happened in Christchurch yesterday obviously hit the NZ community hard, and more so than these events usually do. Of course I’ve been horrified at all the US shootings, and the attacks in London and elsewhere. But in your own country it’s different. For a start, these things just don’t happen in New Zealand (or didn’t until yesterday). You grow up in this sleepy South Pacific outpost, which in the sixties was something of a cultural colonial backwater. Everything was imported or derived from the mother country – our values, attitudes, lifestyle, food, music, everything. Plus, nothing ever happened that made any mark on the world. And if it did we were ridiculously proud. Peter Snell winning two track gold medals at the Tokyo Olympics in 1964, not to mentioning holding the mile record at the same time. And of course the All Blacks, the only NZ creation » Continue Reading.