yo new nz followers pls lemme know who you are if you saw me at the protest today and/or you think i even vaguely know you!! to be clear, i am disabled in ways that mean i am shit as all hell at face/person recognition but i like to know who is following me anyway.
hi, i’m key, everything you need to know about me that’s not “this person is very cute and quite radical and writes rly shitty zines/comics” is in my about me on my blog, i hope you enjoy my trashbaby regular programming on this blog (although also be warned atm it’s mostly abt how i’ve recently been forced to leave home bc my parents finally figured i was queer).
also: uoa people quietly liking things i post on fb/twitter/here who were not at the protest or anywhere near, and aren’t signal boosting or anything: i see you. i see you, and i am displeased.
like there are valid reasons to not be at the thing, and i’m sure there are valid reasons to not boost it, but this is the sort of like-and-forget political activism i can’t tolerate when we literally faced police brutality today
like yeah i was protesting for the people who are at uni whose fees are going to increase by the maximum legally allowable every year, i was protesting for those people too
but i was there today for the people who aren’t at uni yet, for my whanau up and down the country who won’t be able to go because their families can’t afford it. the people who were fucking murdered and whose possessions were stolen by the state and distributed to the ancestors of the people who can afford to be here? Did you know there are less than 10 Maori professors at my university? fucking 10. How are we going to improve that figure when Maori are overwhelmingly subjected to poverty and the university management is lobbying as hard as it can to have no statutory limits on fee increases. How are we ever going to work for equity when this institution is increasingly and overwhelmingly only accessible for settlers.
why should i give a shit about your insignificant whining when the voices of those who are yet to come are so fucking clearly calling for someone to help them. fuck you anon.
Q:How about you don't protest outside quiet study spaces right before the exam period? Some of us would actually have liked to study while in the library today.
hey this is really creepy because obviously you know who i am and i have no idea who you are, but you should probably know that i was kinda too busy chained up inside Alfred Nathan House and getting shoved violently into a pig van to be making much noise. you’re speaking to the wrong person.
some of us would like to make sure that everyone is actually given the option of attending university and don’t particularly care if it ~disturbs~ the people who are already there, who are overwhelmingly rich + white
this is what happened today at the University of Auckland. four of us sieged the inside of Alfred Nathan House, the building which houses the vice chancellor’s office and which students are not allowed to enter, and four more students occupied the roof again. we had a rally outside, deep-frying student’s student loan documents. we did this on fee setting day to protest the fact that the university continues to chain students to a lifetime of debt by raising fees by the statutory maximum of 4% every year (and our own vice chancellor has suggested that the government deregulate fees so that they can raise them as much as they want), which locks the disenfranchised out of tertiary education by ensuring that they cannot afford to study and rack up debt.
on falling in love with a revolutionary
you told me later,
rubbing lazy circles into the hollow of my hip,
that when you first set eyes on me
i had impressed you.
i was blood-red hair and black leather
and surgical steel i set in my ears myself.
beneath my accent i wore anger in my voice.
you saw the revolution in me,
and you were never afraid.
cheap chinese food
in the central business district on a friday night,
and we found out we shared an ideology.
read the same people.
(read the people we could.
spoke the same intuitive, accessible radicalism.
couldn’t read the same people.)
there were others at our table,
distantly orbiting our bright stars of discourse,
and we were drunk on cameraderie,
not yet on each other.
not yet consciously on each other.
you have never known me
before i became known for trying to fight
a losing war.
i was asked to speak at yet another protest
when you had never been to one.
i saw your apprehension and understood
when you begged out.
you ended up coming anyway,
and you and your other partner clapped for me
even though my voice was clothed in exhaustion
and broke with grief.
you told me you knew i would be powerful.
one by one the spaces where we should be safe
turn into sackcloth and barbed wire.
they are killing us. they are killing us, and yet
they are indignant at our helpless rage.
we create our own spaces.
we share pirated radical academic papers,
and we smear subversion on second-hand shirts,
and we roll twenty-sided dice to navigate
a grotesque world that is still kinder than our own.
we are drowning under the weight
of our realities,
and we turn it into spoken word for two.
there were too many police,
but escaping the worst of the violence
we surged onward to lead the rally.
my voice was shrill and yours was hoarse,
we are in the newspapers,
each with one hand pulling a banner taut
and the others clasped together.
in the shower,
sloughing off the weight and stench of our fear,
we cannot rid ourselves of the fire
singing in our veins.