“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.” - Desmond Tutu

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Historical injustice and its perpetuation


This is an edited version of an essay I wrote for my PHIL class. It was great because it didn't need references, so could be much more ranty than my usual academic writing. To be clear, I think there is just as much an argument on the basis of the need to uphold Te Tiriti as there is on the basis that I have argued; but I had to refer to various readings, none of which were about NZ specifically, which is why the more general argument has been followed.

Do governments in countries such as New Zealand owe compensation or restitution to descendants of victims of injustice?  Why or why not?

The NZ crown does owe reparation to Māori iwi and hapu who have been systematically wronged in various ways since the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840. This is not because Māori today are the descendants of victims of injustice. This is because they, as a collective, are themselves victims of injustice: historical injustice, and present injustice. These do not exist independently of one another; they are inherently intwined in a complex web of colonialism and oppression which perpetuates to this day.

Injustice done to individuals is distinct to injustice to collectives. Historical injustice can be separated into three categories, in order to acknowledge this distinction. The first is victims of injustice themselves, even if years later, when the victims are still living. They can be directly compensated, which is unproblematic. The second is groups that collectively are victims. Maori and other indigenous groups clearly fit this category. The third is descendants of victims, as individuals. This category is more problematic, and raises plenty of complex questions. Fortunately, this does not need to be addressed in this context, as we are clearly dealing with a collective.

Pakeha as a nation are responsible to Māori as a nation for past wrongs and their continued perpetuation. Miller has a theory of why nations can be collectively responsible. The first step is to examine what constitutes a nation. There are five criteria, although these only need to be generally held, and not by all members. They are: people feel they belong together because of what they have in common; collective understandings about public culture; recognition of obligations to each other; continued existence of nation as a valuable good, and aspiration to be politically self-determining. The shared nationality is partially constitutive of the identity of each member of the nation.

Do Māori have a collective identity? Of course, until Pakeha came to New Zealand, Māori were comprised of distinct iwi and hapu, and there was no conception of “māoridom” as a whole. This only began to emerge in the late 19th century, for example when the Kingitanga movement was established in the 1890s as a response to British collective identity. Since then, Māori collective identity has only strengthened, and while individual Māori obviously disagree on important issues, this is unproblematic by Miller’s definition. The above factors are, in general, met, and there is a conception of a Māori nation.

More complicated perhaps is the question of whether there is such thing as a Pakeha nation. If there is one, who does it include? All New Zealanders who are not Māori? Only those of European descent? What is it that makes one Pakeha? I think the term Pakeha must only apply to those of European descent, for two reasons. Firstly, that is the generally accepted use of the word, for better or worse. Secondly, “Pakeha” signifies racial privilege. It is unfortunate that this privilege exists, of course, but since it does, it is our duty to recognise it. If other marginalised races were to be included in this definition, we would risk ignoring white privilege.

This exclusive definition is of course problematic. It means that many New Zealanders are neither Māori nor Pakeha. There is no good reason why a white person who has recently immigrated should be able to represent the Pakeha nation; while a person of colour whose family has been here for generations should not be able to represent the Pakeha nation. The solution, at least for the purposes of this essay, could be to recall that nationality is only partially constitutive of identity – above all, we are all New Zealanders. And the Crown represents all New Zealanders, not just Pakeha. So while it is predominantly Pakeha who owe compensation, this needs to be done, in practice, by the Crown, which represents the people of NZ as a whole.

Assuming there is such thing as a Pakeha nation (notwithstanding my reservations above), what is it that makes us collectively responsible? In a New Zealand context, we are responsible because we are Tangata Tiriti – people of the Treaty. The Treaty of Waitangi is the only thing that gives the crown’s sovereignty any moral legitimacy, and Pakeha any right to be here. We must, therefore, uphold our end of the bargain; if we ignore the Treaty, we are illegitimate occupiers of a land which is not our own. But there is also another argument that can be more widely applied, using Miller’s “cooperative practice” model. This is the theory that we are responsible as a nation, because we have benefitted, and continue to benefit, from wrongs done to Māori in the past and the present.

It is fairly uncontentious that the system of individual ownership imposed on Māori was mostly for the purposes of facilitating the dispossession of Māori from their land, and the cheap sale of it to settlers. Countless legal and illegal methods were used for this, and their detail does not need to be explored. It is now generally agreed that this was morally wrong, and great harm was suffered. This was, of course, not merely economic – a whole new cultural and legal system was imposed, undermining te tino rangatiratanga, mana, and kaitiakitanga. The Pakeha nation benefitted – this is what allowed settlers to come here, buy cheap land, and start a new life. 

To extend Miller’s argument to cover historic injustice, although he shies away from it himself, is not difficult. I think it can be done simply by giving the cooperative practice model a temporal dimension. We continue to benefit from past wrongs. We have exploited the illegally and/or immorally acquired land for its natural resources which provide the foundation of our economy. We have built towns and cities, a national culture, an identity, a livelihood, which we, as Pakeha, all benefit from. We benefit also from being racially dominant, the norm, the bearers of racial privilege, which serves our interests so much we can easily become unaware of it.

Waldron writes that history is not part of individual identity, but communal identity, and that if we forget about history, we can be lead to believe that our good or bad fortune is a virtue of our race. He acknowledges that injustice tends to not be a discrete event but a systemic pattern, which continues to exist until it is remedied. He writes that it is difficult to know who to give land back to, especially when the wrong happened a long time in the past; but, he also says, this is remedied significantly when the wrong is to a group rather than an individual, as is the case in NZ.

There is a widespread belief that claims to entitlement fade with time, and this is certainly a common perception in NZ. But Waldron correctly identifies that this does not necessarily apply when the dispossessed is a community, rather than an individual, because cultural traditions (which are inherently tied to land in Māori culture) are more resilient that property rights. This is why it is important to conceptualise Māori claims to justice as collective rather than individual.

Waldron writes that claims about historical injustice may be superseded by claims based on present injustice. This comes with the massive caveat, however, that this only applies if an honest attempt is being made to arrange things justly. It is also important to recognise that in many cases, as in NZ, victims of historic injustice are also victims of present injustice. Present-day claims will only override historic ones when they are at odds: when the historically wronged group is now better off than those who were the oppressors. This will rarely be the case; and it is certainly not in NZ.

It is essential to understand the link between past and present, between colonisation and neo-colonisation, between overt racism and its much subtler present day counterpart. Few would deny that Māori are far over-represented in all the statistics. Yet many would argue that this has little to do with historical wrongs, and more to do with “bad luck”. This ignores the obvious – that when a nation is deprived of its land, its culture, its mana, its sovereignty, its language, its customs, and its tikanga, for generations on end, even when overtly discriminatory policies are stopped, the effects of this will not magically go away.

The present does not, and cannot, exist in some kind of vacuum, devoid of links to the past. To believe it does it a convenient myth, certainly, but not a helpful one if we are serious about justice. Present injustices must be remedied, certainly, but so must past injustices; and it is crucial to understand the relationship between them. The record so far has been very mixed, with some successes, and some massive setbacks. There is certainly room for improvement. We need to approach the issue with an open mind, a sense of responsibility, and a genuine desire for justice. Only then will we be able to seriously address the past wrongs done to Māori, in order to bring about a present which is just and fair for all.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Thoughts on Te Tiriti


So its been a while, yes, but I am determined to write on here more regularly, throwing out there whatever ideas are in my mind, without being my usual perfectionist self and spending days on each post. (so, apologies in advance for all the errors, inconsistencies and mistakes!)

Here’s my thoughts for today. By interesting coincidence, we’ve been doing historical injustice in my philosophy class (Ethics and International Affairs) this week, and also started on our 4 weeks of Treaty of Waitangi in Public Law. A good combination, for sure, and plenty of food for thought.

Monday

Claudia Orange came to talk to our public law class. I was super excited – remembering her from year 13 history as the treaty historian, I was sure she would have plenty to say and an interesting perspective. Sadly not – she was ok – but I found she really lacked passion. Her speaking style seemed to be kinda “facts, facts, facts, blah, blah, blah” which didn’t convey anything much, and certainly not any sense of overwhelming injustice, unfairness or loss. I doubt anyone really got much from her speech, apart from lots of names, dates and facts. And really, who is going to remember those?

I’m not sure if her detachment and lack of emotion really reflected her point of view, or if it was just her speaking style. Given that she was (I think) the first person to write a comprehensive history of the Treaty, it seems sad that it has lost its spark for her. Or maybe it never had one, and was just something to study and not something to actually care about. I don’t know. Maybe I am being a bit too harsh – I will have to do some more research into her work.

I couldn’t help comparing her with Catherine Delahunty, whose perspective on the Treaty I remember vividly from Young Greens camp. Basically, as I understand it, “either we [as pakeha] are here by Treaty or by conquest” and if we’d rather not be here by conquest, then we’d better honour the treaty. I really admire her as one of the few pakeha who actually stands up for really honouring the Treaty, someone who really lives her values and fights for them. We have a lot to learn from people like Catherine. (a good starting point is this amazing post. read it!)

Tuesday and Wednesday

Watched Operation 8 in philosophy class. I was the only one who had seen it! Really glad to see it again, and stoked that a bunch of people were watching it who otherwise wouldn’t. And people even turned up. Excellent.

Thursday

My essay was due. “Can terrorism ever be morally justified? Why or why not?” Basically I ended up arguing that yes, terrorism can be morally justified, in the same way that war can be (although, of course, I think generally war isn’t justified. But the point is it can be, and so can terrorism, and in the words of one of the papers I cited, “no self-serving revulsion against terrorism can change this”).

I also argued that terrorism as a concept is misused and abused for political purposes rather than serving as an objective analytical concept. I didn’t go quite as far as saying it is entirely a social construct, because I think there can  be and objective definition; however the fact is that terrorism is simply not used in this objective way. I talked about the contradictions of using “terrorist” to label the Palestinians but not the Israelis, and how the rhetoric of terrorism can actually increase conflict. Then (yes I am going somewhere with this) I talked about the dangers of using the rhetoric of terrorism to vilify the acts of those who aren’t actually terrorists at all, using the example (yep you guessed it) of Operation 8.

Basically I said that the rhetoric of terror is used to justify pre-existing agendas and deflect attention away from unpopular policies; as well as to isolate and undermine political opponents. This is exactly what happened in the 2007 raids.

Friday

Discussion of Operation 8 in class. Lecturer asks “why is it that they locked down Ruatoki and not Abel Smith St?” Peoples responses were basically that it would be “impractical” to do that in a city. Yeah right. Only impractical in terms of the huge political consequences of unleashing the armed defenders squad against “innocent” Pakeha.

What should we do about historical injustice? Someone in my class actually said that it was irrelevant, because the social issues and inequalities we have today have nothing to do with historic injustices. I was flabbergasted. Seriously. How can one truly believe that you can steal a people’s land, impose a different culture, legal system and language, and then expect they’ll carry along just fine, and then a hundred years later they just happen to be over-represented in all the statistics just cos? Cos the present exists in a vacuum? Yeah right. Yay for being a history student and actually realising that of course, the past influences the future. How could it not?!

At least they was lots of debate in class, hopefully got people thinking at least a little bit! I can only hope.

Law was average. Learnt the other day that the person who usually teaches the Treaty section is Maori, and while I hate to generalise, I can’t help but get the feeling they would have provided a slightly more critical view than the one we’re getting from a privileged white male.

I have been thinking about what makes a good lecturer. The one we had for Bill of Rights was great – opinionated about everything, and more than willing to share that opinion, but also for it to be challenged and questioned. I think that’s fundamental, especially in public law, where “context is everything” (ie, its really, at it heart, much more about politics than law, and most outcomes are based on gut feeling). Learning about something in this bland, dispassionate way is just not exciting, and not really that helpful. But it might get better; its only been 2 lectures.

At least we are talking about the Treaty at all, even if it is only in a slightly tokenistic way. It is a starting point, the first stepping stone on a long and complicated journey towards understanding and recompense. Of course, I don’t pretend to be knowledgeable on this topic at all – I don’t have any answers, and I’m not even sure I know what the questions are. But the only way we will get anywhere is by engaging in dialogue, and I am grateful for the opportunity to do so.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Bikes are awesome.

I got a new bike the other day. Wooo! And just now I remembered I had a half-written post about bikes from a few weeks ago. Here ‘tis, with some alterations.

Biking is amazing. My bike got stolen recently, which has given me a heightened appreciation for how awesome biking is. So I thought I’d write about it.

Biking is transport. Biking is exercise. Biking is faster than walking and way less hassle than driving. And also faster than bussing, a lot of the time; depending where you’re going.

Biking is freedom. When I got a paper run at age 11 I could do it much faster on a bike than walking. The measly $3 an hour I got for it allowed me to buy stuff. While I truly believe that money is immaterial to happiness, when you’re 11 and you can save up for an ipod to replace your antiquated discman, money is a form of happiness.

When I was 13 I started biking to school, Nayland College, which was half an hour away. Again, this was freedom. Freedom to not catch the bus, which I hated. It was hot and crowded, and arrived at school way too early. Freedom to go to my friend’s house after school, and bike home at my leisure rather than be constrained by bus timetables or have to ask for a ride. Biking was my first taste of independence.

Of course when I got my licence at 17 and realised I could drive to school, leaving home at about 8.45, coffee in hand, biking quickly took a back seat, so to speak, especially in winter. I was a rather lazy teenager at that point, especially in year 13.

But now there is no way I would want a car. As well as all the perfectly reasoned environmental reasons, they’re just bloody expensive and a huge hassle. Plus while driving on the open road is fun, driving in cities is stressful and slow. Blergh.

When I got my bike again at the end of last year, it once again represented freedom. I could go to all these places without the slowness of walking, or the hassle of bussing. Best of all, it was efficient. Being at 2 campuses would be a huge pain if I had to walk between them, and to be honest I doesn’t know how everyone else copes. But on my bike I can get from Kelburn to Pipitea in 5 minutes flat, and back up again in not much more than 10.

Plus, biking home at night is amazing, cos not only is it faster and warmer, it also feels a lot safer, because it would be really hard for someone on foot to attack me.

When my bike got stolen, the emotional trauma was threefold. Firstly, I really like to feel safe, and to have my sense of trust in humanity broken made me quite scared and paranoid. And really profoundly sad that there are people out there who would resort to such things.

Secondly, my main form of transport was gone, and walking everywhere is a bloody pain. The next day I had to walk to Parliament and then up to Kelburn, so I spent a total of about 2 hours walking around. Seemed like such a huge waste of time!

Thirdly, I have had my bike since I was 12, so my emotional attachment to it is huge. Apart from my laptop (which I’m now way more scared about getting stolen than I was before), and my pounamu, it was probably my most prized possession, and it was almost a part of me. Having that suddenly gone really really sucked.

Some amazing friends of mine leant me an old bike of theirs, which is great. Their generosity was really overwhelming actually, as was the sympathy expressed by everyone I told.  I’ve been using it for about a month, while looking for a new one. And it was great, in terms of getting me around, and I’m so incredibly grateful to the beautiful friends who lent it to me.

The first thing I did, before even looking for a new bike, was to get a decent lock. I spent $80 on a really awesome one – it’s 6 metal links that would be very, very, difficult to break. A big investment, but at least no-one will even bother trying to break it (I hope!), given how many nice bikes have such crappy locks. Not that I’m saying that anyone should steal other people’s bikes, cos that’s still a really shitty thing to do.

Last week I finally found a nice bike on trademe. It took ages – I’d been looking at another one, but the people never got back to me about going to see it. And all the others were in like Porirua or Lower Hutt, which are a pain to get to. So I was stoked to see one in Thorndon! I went to see it on Tuesday, and bought it later that night.

It’s really awesome cos it’s newish and has barely been ridden. Very comfortable, and of course everything works like a dream – especially the breaks and the gears which is a nice change.

The best thing about it was that the lovely guy I bought it off gave me a high-vis vest, so my parents can no longer nag me about that. It also came with a very good quality front light, so I feel a lot safer at night. And mudguards, so no more wet muddy face! (one day last week I got to uni with mud all over my face and didn’t notice for like 2 hours, after I’d already run into several people – rather embarrassing!!!)

This is what I wrote a few weeks ago:

“Sometimes I believe that everything happens for a reason, and sometimes I don’t. I’m still figuring out what I think about this. On the one hand it has made me appreciate what I do have, and forced me to be more careful about security. On the other, it’s just a pain. An expensive pain too. While some would be happy at the opportunity to get a new bike, for me its just a hassle and something I’d rather not have to do. But that’s just life I guess.”

But now I’m feeling so much more optimistic. I have accepted that my old bike was starting to show its age, and have relished the opportunity to buy a new one, which I will care for and maintain properly. I’m really excited to start going on long bike rides with my flatmates. I had a wonderful time biking in the sunshine yesterday. It was great. Such a sense of freedom and adventure!

A thought to leave you with, which has been stuck in my head rather a lot lately!


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Why I'm studying law


When I say I’m a law student, the first thing most people comment on is the fact that I’ll end up earning heaps of money. When I explain that that’s not my intention at all, the question is then what I plan to do with it. I struggle to articulate a coherent response. Usually it’s just some vague notion of wanting to help people and better society, which is all very well, but is a rather inadequate response. So I though it was about time that I actually explored the reasons why I’m at law school. This will help me articulate myself better to those who ask, as well as giving me good motivation on those days when I wonder what the hell I’m doing.

It first occurred to me to do law when I was in my last year of school and had to decide what to study at uni. I remember my mum encouraging me to do law cos I was “too smart to just do a BA”. This seemed a bit ridiculous and elitist at the time, cos BAs seemed awesome. However, at the information evening the woman talking about law seemed really cool so I decided to give it a go.

Throughout my first year, I could quite clearly divide the law students into 2 camps – those who were sure they wanted to do a law degree and become lawyers, and were determined to do it no matter what, and those who were there just to try it out and see what happened. Being in the second group myself I had a much more relaxed approach than some. I remember before the end of year exams not being stressed at all, because I had decided that if I did badly, I’d just give up law, do my BA, and be happy. This relaxed approach allowed me to study hard without freaking out, which I think enabled me to do better than I otherwise might have.

During my first year at uni, my eyes were opened significantly. I fell in love with politics and IR, and especially Robbie, one of the IR lecturers, who inspired us to question everything society had made us assume about the world. Several times his lectures made me cry, as I realised just how fucked up the world is. I also cried when I found out that he was leaving, due to frustration at the restructuring of the IR department (which was completely ridiculous, ideological and undemocratic. But that’s a story for another day). Robbie also led me to question doing IR/development at all – as I realised how ridiculous it is to go into other societies to “develop” them, while we are doing so much wrong ourselves. His lasting message for me, aside from the rather unhelpful “don’t be despondent” about the cuts, was to “radiate out” starting with yourself and your own society, rather than trying to fix everyone else.

I joined Greens@Vic, mostly for social reasons at first, as a lonely first-year looking for like-minded friends. I soon realised that the Greens were the only party with a sensible vision for the future, and the voice of a movement that I wanted to be a part of. I loved the fact that politics was so accessible, and that I could so easily meet and engage with Green Party MPs. I also did a bit of volunteering at the office, which was boring work – mostly data entry, but awesome due to the amazing people there, and the free trade aid chocolate. I also did lots for the election campaign – doorknocking, leafleting and the like, which affirmed my conviction that the Greens encompassed most of my political beleifs.

I slowly realised how much I have in common with my dad, who I was living with at the time, which was funny, because I always thought I was much more similar to my mum. My dad is a lawyer (who no, didn’t inspire me to do law at all), who is very into politics (and no, didn’t particularly inspire my political interest either). We had lots of great discussions that year, mostly regarding politics (we actually have quite similar views despite him being and loyal labour supporter). I could wander into his office at 11pm to ask law questions, and he was (still is!) a fantastic proofreader of essays. It was awesome when I was studying something and he would tell me about his involvement and what he thought at the time. It was fascinating to realise all the worthwhile stuff that he has done – which seemed so intensely boring when I was a child.

The other major change in my life that year was becoming vegan. In hindsight it seems unbelievable that it took so long – from realising that it was the right thing to do, to being able to turn down dessert made by others (especially my aunt’s chocolate mousse!!), took me about four or five months. It was another thing that made me passionate about wanting to make a difference – most of our animal welfare laws are archaic and cruel, and there is no hint of animals rights. Towards the end of the year I got involved in starting a vegan group at uni, and now I am also part of an animal rights group.

I liked the idea of using law for good, and this inspired me, once exam results were out, to keep going with it in second year. I still knew that I could drop out after the first few weeks if I really hated it, having heard about plenty of people who had done so, and I think that comforted me somewhat. I do enjoy it though, for the most part – legal thinking is a fascinating process, and the pedantic nitpicky part of me really likes it. Of course the creative side of my brain really struggles with being stuck in a box, but that’s why its awesome doing a BA at the same time.

Second year (so far, touch wood) has been pretty awesome. Public law is rather disappointing due to incredibly boring lecturers, but crimes has been fantastic. Both the lecturers so far have been incredibly inspiring. The first one, Mamari, was definitely the best law lecturer I have ever had. She spent several lectures going over Maori, and other alternative, approaches to criminal law. Even though the system we have to learn about is very much stuck in a box, it is heartening to know that alternatives exist, and they are at least acknowledged at law school.

That brings me to another point: law students. Lots of them are aresholes. Case in point: one day I was studying with a bunch of people I had recently met. We had just had a lecture on Maori approaches to fault, which was one of the most interesting and inspiring lectures ever. This bunch of people I was studying with, however, did not think so. They complained, saying they thought we’d covered all the “Maori stuff” in the first week, and that it was “irrelevant” to our legal system. That made me want to scream and cry and rage all at once, but of course I didn’t, I just kept quiet until the topic changed (to the USA, and the belief that might is right, which didn’t exactly make me feel much better…)

Biking home that day I was on the verge of tears. My faith in humanity and especially in law students was completely undermined. They were unbelievably racist, bigoted, privileged and egocentric. It depressed me deeply that these were the next generation of lawyers, who are supposed to fight for justice. I felt that these people were perfectly representative of law students generally, and to be honest, that is probably still correct. I felt isolated in a sea of negativity, of self-centred power-hungry jerks, and that I risked drowning amongst them if unless I treaded very carefully the fine line between fitting in and being different.

The next time I biked home from uni on the verge of tears was only a few weeks later, and I think represents a turning point in my reasons for being at law school. The Community Justice Project did a screening of Operation 8, and given that I’d been meaning to see it for like a year, I decided to go along.  I’m so glad that I did, because it really opened my eyes to how completely fucked our “justice” system is. While many aspects of the film stood out for me, the thing that remains strongest in my mind is something that Valerie Morse said to us afterwards – that 70% of women in prison are Maori. This shocked me beyond belief. It didn’t seem possible that a system could fail a whole race so badly.

The other thing that stood out was just how close to home everything was. The images of the police breaking the glass at 128 really got to me, having spent plenty of time there myself. Mark Eden talking about the infiltrator in animal rights groups really shocked me too, and I was glad that the film looked at these issues more broadly. I can understand why the police would target Maori separatists (although of course I think their actions were completely unjustified), but planting spies into animal rights groups just seems too ridiculous to be true.

The Urewera 18 spent 5 years battling the justice system. Even though 14 have been let off their charges, it is unlikely they will ever see anything resembling justice. The kids who had guns shoved in their faces will be traumatised for the rest of their lives, and the financial and emotional costs of being dragged through the courts is immense. An acquittal does not change this. No amount of compensation can replace a lost childhood or a sold family home, but I doubt any at all will be forthcoming. Without the work of awesome lawyers, the Urewera 18 would have been completely screwed. Although the justice system is flawed, racist and unjust, it is the one we are stuck with, and we need people to fight within it.

I was not particularly surprised when Tame and Rangi were sentenced to 2 ½ years for firearms charges. I was more surprised by the shoddy turn out at the protest against it. In fact shoddy turnouts at protests have been quite a theme lately (see my rant on asset sals…). I know their appeal was last week some time. No idea how it went. It amazes me that their sentence was so much harsher than Emily and Urs’s sentence of 9 months home detention, for exactly the same charges. If this is not blatant racism, I don’t know what is.

Amongst all this rage, frustration and anger, there is one thing that really makes me happy, which is when I meet people who are doing awesome things. I felt incredibly inspired talking to the older generation of greenies at the AGM a few months ago. They were the coolest old people ever, many of them having been involved in the Values Party as 20 year olds back in the 70s. The intergenerational mixing was something I had never really experienced before and I found it incredibly beautiful that they had so much to share and offer to us.

I also found it profoundly depressing. In the 1970s, the environmental problems facing the world were insignificant compared to what we are currently experiencing. They couldn’t even imagine the downward spiral that humanity was about to embark upon. They had been fighting for 40 years, with minor victories, yes, but these were mere glitches on a trajectory heading exponentially downwards. Although the vibe of the conference was upbeat and positive, celebratory even, I couldn’t help but feel, or at least imagine, a sense of failure on the part of humanity as a whole.

I have also met some amazing lawyers. A few weeks ago I met a vegan lawyer and a vegetarian lawyer, which probably doubled the number of veg*n lawyers I know. It was definitely the highlight of my evening, if not my weekend. I have heard lots about a group called legal vegans which existed in Auckland. It sounds awesome. When I first heard about it I was amazed that “vegan lawyer” actually existed as a category of people. I’m really really keen to start one up here cos I think it would be fantastic.

That being said, I am unsure to the extent to which I identify as vegan above any other identity. I have realised over the past few months that of course not all vegans are amazing people. It frustrates me that so many of them think that because they are refraining from cruelty to animals they are doing their bit, period. Like with asset sales, it frustrates me hugely when people are passionate about something but refuse to stand up and actually do something to change it. I am wary of spending too much time with vegans, at the risk of ignoring other opportunities to get involved with other things.

In conclusion, I have no idea where I am going with law. I am interested in animal rights law, but I don’t want to limit myself to this and become a narrow-minded “vegangelical”. My interest in development is dwindling as I realise the concept is filled with hypocrisy, and we need to fix ourselves first. Our environment is fucked, and maybe law can play a part in fixing it. Social justice will always be important to me, as I see how people are constantly screwed over by the “system”. It is hard to know in which direction to go when there are so many pressing issues to be passionate about. Fortunately, I believe that all our problems are absolutely related, and mostly come down to selfishness and greed. Their solutions will not be mutually exclusive, and require a fundamental change in our society. I think any change has to occur on all levels – from the grassroots, from the government, and of course through the courts.

Law can be used for good or for bad – it is a neutral tool, and I don’t believe it is inherently a bad thing (maybe at the moment it is used more for bad than good, but this doesn’t mean it has to be). Plenty of good things have been achieved through the legal system over the years. Yes, there are plenty of really areseholey lawyers and law students out there. Yes, there are a few really awesome lawyers who I find inspiring, but they certainly don’t outweigh the arseholey ones. It is my absolute conviction that the world needs more lawyers with a social conscience, and hopefully I can be such a person. I don’t even think it matters what I end up doing – as long as I can do it with a clear moral conscience, I know I will be following the right path.