‘He was just a boy’
reply from inside number 13A. ‘‘But you’re not giving me the cigarettes.’’
‘‘I’ve got the cigarettes in my hand, Pita.’’ ‘‘Well, give it then.’’ ‘‘Look,’’ the negotiator replied. ‘‘I’ve got a family to go home to. I don’t want to come close to you while you’ve got a gun.’’
Te Kira would not budge: ‘‘Throw it in the window.’’
‘‘You throw the gun out of the window and then I will throw you the cigarettes.’’
In the end it was Te Kira who wrote. He scrawled all over the walls, telling his family how much he loved them, and: ‘‘F... the police.’’
SANCTUARY IN A STORM
Outside, an entire neighbourhood was in evacuation mode.
Pania Houkamau-Ngaheu can’t quite believe it’s been a year since the weekend she fed 500 people.
‘‘It was good training. We’ve sheltered people through two floods since then.
‘‘I had no idea it was going to turn out as big as it did. Probably a good thing.’’
It was big – over the two days, her marae, Te Horouta, fed Waitangirua people, armed offenders squad members and Te Kira’s family on food donated by Porirua City Council and residents.
A year after the Porirua siege, Damien Poutu plays outside the house where gunman Pita Te Kira holed up for two days before being found dead.
Kokiri Cres resident Patricia Pukeke says for three months after the siege, her grandchildren Aries, 10, and Damien Poutu, 11, and Jesse Brown, 8, were too scared to play outside.
Pita Te Kira was 29 when he was involved in an armed standoff with police for 26 hours.