Born into colonial Aotearoa, I had no right to my heritage. It had been defined three hundred years ago, by an expert panel of British imperialists, who’d divided the world by civility and barbarism. Socialised white, the mock of genetics wrote itself on my skin. At age six, the kids at school climbed the fence … More This lack is not my own.
Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a shitty over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a fucking joke. Secular appropriations of Christian … More Kill Yourself
With whose tongue do I speak? This is the tongue that hails the world into being—constructs street from air, right from wrong, being from non-being. Foucault saw power in language—an organisation of knowledge confined … More The Differend Deferred: Overcoming Silence through a Solidarity of Incomprehensibility
Someone in my Critical Victimology class said we have to be careful not to victimise the police. They were speaking in regards to the social media outrage that erupted with Ferguson; a movement criticising the police and their long history of racist violence. This victimisation of the police really surprised me, as I had not known that the … More The Police, and why they Deserve to get Fucked
Colonialism never died. A strange claim, surely, for the bloody imperialism of Britain receded into the historical imaginary decades ago; but a crueller colonialism lives on in the gaze of its citizens; a colonial gaze that dominates and subjugates, through the perpetual orientalisation of the other. Edward Said most famously defined orientalism as the fictitious … More The Ethics of Ridicule