by Gary Moller
We are witnessing on the grounds of Parliament the organic evolution of a city within a city and without designated leaders: where a problem exists, someone comes up with a solution as was amply demonstrated when the sprinklers were activated. We laughed at that one, by the way. Then he resorted to blaring loud, screechy, torture music, rumoured to have been supplied by the CCP.
According to the news, the real occupation is just a few hundred and they lack unity; they say there are faeces everywhere – portaloos are overflowing, that children are feeling unsafe, listeria is about to break out and neo Nazis are threatening Wellingtonians.
Alofa and I have been down there every day and that is not what we are seeing: there has been so much love, including kisses and hugs — well, I’m all hugged out — but ready for more!
After two years of psychological warfare, mostly outright lies, intended to make us fear our neighbours and to wear a mask so we can not read others emotions; and then six months of being made to feel like an unclean non-citizen, I’m all for unrestricted hugs smiles and kisses — bring it on!