Taharoa shooters need to be taught a lesson
If the reports of some idiots attempting to keep others away from their favourite surfing beach near the mouth of Kawhia Harbour with a firearm are even half true, it is time for the little coastal community to reclaim those beaches.
It seems a group of people who were surfing near Te Ma¯ ika and Albatross Point were fired on and abused by two people on the land above the beach. It is unlikely that the shots were intended to hit anyone, merely to warn them off.
But Ka¯ whia is not the wild west of the fictional movie world. Ka¯ whia is my hometown, so this is a very personal matter and I am angry that anyone would have the audacity to claim those beaches and the surf as his own.
I am also astonished that anyone would be stupid enough to fire a shot at or near anyone in the surf to apparently scare them away from what he assumes is a private surfing beach.
It seems the surfers did not cross private land to get to the surf beach, but came across the harbour by jet ski. Even if the surfers had crossed private land without permission, firing at them was unforgivably stupid in the extreme and deserving of a stiff jail term.
The beaches at Te Ma¯ ika and Albatross Point were where we enjoyed annual summer picnics after a short trip across the aarbour in the late Tom Rewi’s launch or on our own family fishing boat, the Elsie.
This place is steeped in our history and we knew that not far away were the sites of the ancient fighting pa¯ of Te To¯ tara and Te Arawı¯, where the right to live in and occupy the area was wrested at great cost from Te Rauparaha and his Nga¯ ti Toa people in 1821.
We never intruded on those places, but the beaches were ours and we played sports there, went fishing there and learned to swim there in the years after World War I.
After more than half a century, the call of the Ka¯ whia I remember from far away still haunts my day dreams and there remains a strong sense of belonging – but never a sense of exclusive ownership.
My father’s umbilical is buried there somewhere and many of my extended family are at rest in the little cemetery.
Our beaches were, and are, for all to enjoy and none is the exclusive preserve of self-opinionated playboy surfers or anyone else.
If a few mindless surf bums don’t like to share these special places with others, they are free to go elsewhere and take their arrogance and ignorance with them.
Such attitudes have no place at
Ka¯ whia or any other New Zealand beach.
Unlike most other countries, New Zealand does not have private ocean beaches as such.
The concept is so intolerably alien to our psyche that when, by an accident of natural coastal dynamics, a beach near Nelson became landlocked by private land, about 40,000 New Zealanders in 2016 raised more than $2 million to buy the 800-metre stretch of sand and gift it to the nation.
That little beach is now part of the Abel Tasman National Park.
The reaction of the men of my father’s generation, recently returned from war, to such an outrage would have been swift, unambiguous and painfully unforgettable. The firearm would probably have ended up in the sea or wrapped around the nearest post.
And sitting down would have been a delicate and uncomfortable manoeuvre for some time. Fortunately, we live in more gentle times, but I know without a doubt that the people of Taharoa and Ka¯ whia of my childhood would be disappointed at such an affront to visitors and strangers.
There is probably an opportunity here for the kauma¯ tua of Taharoa and Ka¯ whia to take a leadership role and prevent a possible tragedy.
The people who fired those shots will probably be known to several people in both communities and it is essential that they be disarmed and dealt with by authorities as soon as possible.
There is also a place here for a regular peace flotilla of summer picnickers to again gather on those beaches for summer sports, inclusive companionship and to leave their footprints in the sand, as we are all free to do.
I am not a surfer, but may well return to Ka¯ whia this summer just to defiantly sit on those beaches again.
They belong to all of us.
If a few mindless surf bums don’t like to share these special places with others, they are free to go elsewhere and take their arrogance and ignorance with them.