Barrett reflects on shootings
The Hurricanes’ players and coaches remain in a state of contemplation following the Christchurch mosque shootings.
The team played out a 23-23 draw with the Chiefs on Friday night, just hours after the shootings took place.
There were discussions about whether the game would go ahead, but it did, and Hurricanes first-five Beauden Barrett said it was not an easy game to play.
‘‘It’s pretty tough to have to play a game after that,’’ he said after training yesterday.
‘‘Our thoughts are still with those families. It’s just such a tragedy, but it is positive to see everyone come together to find solutions so that these things never happen again.’’
Once a decision was made for the game to go ahead, the Hurricanes held an urgent team meeting a couple of hours before the 7.35pm kickoff at their hotel before they went to Waikato Stadium.
Hurricanes fullback Chase Tiatia said he thought it was to tell them the game had been called off.
‘‘Personally, I thought the game was going to get cancelled.
‘‘We had an urgent team meeting 10 minutes before the bus was going to leave – I thought that was it, they’re going to cancel the game.
‘‘It affected a lot of the boys’ prep heading into the game. It’s hard to prep for a rugby game when that stuff is going on in New Zealand. It’s quite scary and it threw a few of the boys off.’’
With the game going ahead, the meeting instead dealt with how to process with the events that were unfolding in Christchurch.
Hurricanes coach John Plumtree said yesterday he was still unsure if the game should have gone ahead.
‘‘I think it all happened so quickly . . . possibly not, but everything happened so quickly and it caught everyone by surprise. I guess there wasn’t enough time to make those types of decisions.’’
He said Friday’s events had given them a lot to contemplate.
‘‘It certainly puts it in perspective.
‘‘Afterwards, the game was a draw and everyone was just following the news and chatting about it when we got back to the hotel. Rugby wasn’t really on our minds, at all. It was a pretty tough night.’’
Plumtree said he hoped sport could provide some people a momentary distraction from the tragedy.
‘‘I don’t think there were too many people in New Zealand who were thinking too much about the Chiefs-Hurricanes game.
‘‘It was such a tragic event that sport becomes insignificant when something like that happens, but I suppose if you switch the TV on or you came to the ground, you might’ve been able to forget about it for 80 minutes.’’
Barrett said sport, and sportspeople, could play an important role during these times in portraying positive messages.
‘‘Just be vulnerable, that’s the key message. Be vulnerable to speak out and talk to each other, no matter what background or where you’re from.
‘‘It’s such a shame that something like this has to happen before we open up.’’
The Hurricanes play the Stormers this Saturday at Westpac Stadium in Wellington.
Iwas walking along the Roman Road when a roar, so loud that it seemed to leave a crack in the blue London sky, caused me to look up above the narrow streets. A vapour trail of red, white and blue streaked the sky. I smiled. London had been awarded the Olympics. The day was July 6, 2005.
Less than 24 hours later I was phoning home. Shortly after I had got off the Heathrow Express trains were cancelled all over the city. London was in shutdown. Three bombs had gone off on the underground. Another was to be detonated on a bus.
Fifty-two people died. They didn’t ‘pass.’ They were slaughtered. Families grieved. Like most we were a lucky family. We had survived. But one image has stayed with me from that time. It is not the carnage. It is the red, white and blue in the London sky. It is the image of hope.
Politicians could have reacted to the evil of those terrorists by cancelling the London Olympics. The IOC could have said that London is not a safe city and moved the Games somewhere else. And they would have been right. London is not a safe city. Terrorist atrocities are still being committed. And it is only through the genius of the intelligence services that far more acts of cruelty have not fractured the city.
But I think those people understood that hope is far more important than safety. We can live without safety. We do so almost every day. But it is very hard to live without hope. And hope was represented by the London Olympics. It brought a city together. It brought an ethnically diverse country together where Mo Farah, Alistair Brownlee, Jessica Ennis, Anthony Joshua, Charlotte Dujardin and Andy Murray were all equally heroes.
Sport, at its best, unites us and unifies us. It has helped unite Ireland where golf and rugby are played as one country. It is a balm. It is a blanket. I am not sure that I like Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern’s phrase ‘‘they are us’’. Who are they? In an ideal sports team everyone is we, everyone is us.
In that ideal, perhaps idealised, world of sport all ethnicities come together. South Africa is still very far from a rainbow nation, but the rugby team, under the captaincy of Siya Kolisi, looks more unified than it has ever done. Sport is not a cure but it is powerful medicine.
Rugby in New Zealand is multi-cultural, although the leadership still looks too white to sit easy with many of us. Cricket in New Zealand is increasingly influenced by Asia. Black Caps Jeet Raval, Ish Sodhi and Ajaz Patel were all born in India. They are part of a world, part of a country, that is slowly coming together.
That’s not to be selfcongratulatory and complacent. There is still far too much casual racism in New Zealand and I have always been jittery about the name the Crusaders, although I acknowledge the issue is not entirely black and red. But can you imagine a team named the Jihadists. Where is the difference?
And in an ideal world, perhaps the cricket match between New Zealand and Bangladesh would have gone ahead. Imagine the players linking arms before the start. Imagine New Zealand declining to bowl bouncers. Imagine the warmth of the crowd. Imagine.
Of course, I appreciate that was not possible. Bangladesh’s players were traumatised by the proximity of events. Batsman Tamim Iqbal said, ‘‘You had seen death with your own eyes. Your body goes cold. It was something we will never forget. And it is such a thing, it is getting worse with every hour we pass . . .
‘‘One thing for sure, it will take a long time to get over. I hope the families help us. We might need counselling. I close my eyes, and I am seeing those scenes. Last night most of the cricketers slept in groups.’’
And yet, imagining the