Behind the TikTok haka and the polished performance, Te Pāti Māori increasingly looks less like a people’s movement and more like John Tamihere’s tightly controlled political vehicle

How Gerry Brownlee Turned the Speaker's Chair Into a Shield for a Thieving Minister — and What It Will Cost Every Whānau Who Dares to Be Poor

Latest Ministry of Business, Innovation and Employment figures show diesel stocks at roughly 40 days' supply.

How Luxon Plugged Aotearoa Into Musk's War Machine While 170,000 Tamariki Went Hungry

While Fonterra's lawyers drafted the legislation that killed your right to sue them, Christopher Luxon's chief policy adviser deleted the email that proved it — and called the cover-up a "teachable moment."

This white supremacist neoliberal government cannot feed the children, house the kuia, or honour the Tiriti — but it will move mountains of borrowed money to satisfy a war criminal in Singapore.

While Nicola Willis recites her Atlas Network script and Steven Joyce runs the printing press, 84,000 of our most vulnerable whānau are told to find an extra $31 a week. This is not a budget. This is a crime scene. And I have the receipts.

Radio Waatea reports a new political party linked to former NZ First MP Tukoroirangi Morgan is currently being formed.

Four parties are asking Te Tai Tokerau to trust them. One was the architect of Rogernomics. One rebuilt itself in the image of the corporate trust model. One is a junior partner to the system it performs opposition against. And one was born in a High Court.

How a former Labour deputy became the respectable face of a curriculum designed to erase your children's identity — appointed to a dying advisory group with no scheduled meetings, no binding power, and 103 days left to run

I, Ivor Jones — Te Māori Green Lantern — am done being polite about a white supremacist neoliberal government that is dismantling the Crown's own Treaty obligations while the polls show the people are waking up.

They took Rangitahi. They farmed it into the ground. They fenced off the best bits and called themselves conservationists. And now, in May 2026, they're running a business tender for it.

They demolished the watchdog, bought the newsroom, starved the tamariki, and came for my platform — and I kept publishing. Over 1,000 essays later, the taiaha has not been laid down.

“If you go out by yourself, your chances are very, very slim”.

One has spent fifteen years breaking Māori political structures. The other has spent fifteen years building communities from the inside. Te Tai Tokerau does not need nostalgia. It needs rangatiratanga.

A man threatened to destroy a woman's career. A court ruled him unlawful. His co-leader went on television and said "tough seasons happen." This is what complicity sounds like when it wears tikanga clothing.

They couldn't muzzle her mahi, so they lit the kindling themselves — waited nine months for a former National Party operative to strike the match — and whānau lost the only Māori taiaha in the press gallery, three weeks before Budget Day.

How Rocket Lab's $2.8 Billion Sugar Hit Is Built on Māori Land, Trump's War Machine, and Your Government's Submission

He claims to feed the people. He is eating their children's future.

Part I named the ventriloquists. Part II names the price — in blood, in dollars, in sovereignty sold piece by piece while Māori whānau foot the bill for a war they never voted for.

We need certainty around this... people need to plan.”

Luxon reached for the empire’s script, Peters hissed that the timing was bad, Australia and Canada sang backup for the bombers, and a nuclear-free nation was nearly dragged onto the stage like a rented prop in somebody else’s war.

An 11-month silence. A buried breach. A press gallery too compromised to clean its own whare. A government feeding on media weakness. And a reactionary flank using the rot to attack the press while carrying anti-Māori, anti-trans, and anti-liberatory politics of its own.

They could not answer the questions. So they declared the questions illegal. This is not governance. This is cowardice wearing a suit.

He didn't survive. He just postponed his political funeral — and made his own caucus dig the grave in secret, without telling him how many refused to pick up the shovel.

A Prime Minister Who Won't Leave. A Government That Shouldn't Stay. And a Generation of Tamariki Paying the Price of Their Cowardice.

They didn't burn the wharenui. They quietly removed the poutokomanawa — the heart post — and told you the building was still standing. The Treaty Principles Bill was the funeral pyre everyone watched. This clause review is the inheritance they stole while you were at the tangi.

He tells the poorest people in Aotearoa to get off the couch. He claims the couch on expenses.

They Don't Want to Free You. They Want to Cage You in a Whare That Looks Like Home — And Your Own Party Is Building the Cage From the Inside.

He promised to fix the economy. He broke the people. Now the people are breaking him.