Ihumātao, like most Māori land, is a place haunted by specters. Sitting on the barricade that blocks road access from the south, the tarmac is fading away into a grey blur. The lights of factories pierce the gloom. People walk in front of them, casting bizarre shadows. A hundred meters away is the Ōtuataua stone … Continue reading New Zealand’s Prime Minister is Facing an Indigenous Uprising. She’s Fucking it Up.