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Metro Magazine NZ - - Letters -

Pale stale males

Ithink you are too hard on white, right, male ex­trem­ists ( A year of danger­ous think­ing, Septem­ber/ Oc­to­ber is­sue). It isn’t their fault they were sent to re­pres­sive, sin­gle-sex, high-decile schools.

It isn’t their fault they were taught a false sense of en­ti­tle­ment, only to find im­mi­grants had won all the aca­demic prizes.

Put your­self in their boat shoes for once.

They had noth­ing in their lunch boxes but chia seeds, car­rot sticks and sour­dough spelt. There was no Raro in their drink bot­tles. They had no coat when it rained; the nanny picked them up.

Driv­ing them out with Vil­lage Peo­ple an­thems they can’t dance to isn’t the an­swer, peo­ple.

Show them some love, Auck­land. Find com­mon ground. Break carbs to­gether (see last is­sue for cheap noo­dles) and drink (craft) beer at the rug­ger to­gether.

If you save just one of them, he might in­vite you to Pauanui, and it will all be worth it.

Jann-Marie Ross, Glen Eden

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