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