Why's everybody so gosh-darned excited about Sharples and Turia getting high profile Ministries -- Maori Affairs for Sharples; Associate at Social Development for Turia -- with uncapped budgets to match?
Remember, these are still the same people who want rangatiratanga -- which to them means 'independence' at your expense. They still want something for nothing. They're still tribalists and collectivists who think government should "fix everything, fund everything and give 'whanau' the power to veto anything in their communities."
Remember that Tariana didn't leave Labour just for objecting to the Foreshore and Seabed Act -- she'd already been sacked as a minister for making up that nonsense about a "holocaust" in Taranaki. And Sharples is still the same idiot who said that the "police raids" that netted the Te Qaeda tribalists "set race relations in New Zealand back one-hundred years" (as I said at the time, "I wish!")
Remember that, as Lindsay Mitchell reminds us,
Tariana's solution to the relative poverty that many Maori children experience is to increase benefits. John Key has given her a role in which she can promote that solution.
Good old John Boy. So generous with putting these people in charge of spending your money. Sharples and Turia haven't changed at all -- as Cactus Kate alos reminds us. All that's changed is that National's thirst for power at any expense now puts them firmly inside the tent, instead of outside the tent where Clark left them.
Here's a message from former slave Frederick Douglass to Pita Sharples, Tariana Turia and anyone else who wants to 'do something' for 'their people.' They would do well to have the words printed out and engraved and fixed on a plaque on their office walls:
Everybody has asked the question . . . ‘What shall we do with the Negro?’ I have had but one answer from the beginning. Do nothing with us! Your doing with us has already played the mischief with us. Do nothing with us! If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, if they are wormeaten at the core, if they are early ripe and disposed to fall, let them fall! I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature's plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall. And if the Negro cannot stand on his own legs, let him fall also. All I ask is, give him a chance to stand on his own legs! Let him alone!
It's a message that is clear and unambiguous -- and just as relevant here and now as it was there and then. [Hat tip Stephen Hicks]
UPDATE: Incidentally, I love Oswald's prescription for anyone who's Ministerial title contains the words Cultural, Woman's, Children's, Auckland, Racing, Race, Climate or Gender. That would be a start.