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Issue 11, 2019

Issue 11 – Blxck

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News

  • Meet the Candidates: VUW Students and Grads Running for Council

  • Climate Strike : Take Two

  • The best things in life aren’t free

  • Free Speech at risk at University – Shalom Students Association

  • Thursdays in Black Continuing Kaupapa with Club Launch

  • Largest-ever teachers’ strike scheduled for Wednesday

  • Law School Lacking when it Comes to Māori Students

  • Recognition of Uni’s Underpaid and Underappreciated at Living Wage Day

  • Armed police confront striking fast food workers

  • Education Faculty Moving (Again)

  • AUSA President Anand Rama Resigns

  • Features

  • The Privilege of Ignoring Race

    One day in class, my Year Six teacher asked me what I was, and I said: “I’m just a New Zealander.” Her response? “You can’t be ^just a New Zealander, or else you’d look like me.” I don’t think I need to specify her skin colour. And I want you to imagine how it would […]

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  • La’u Pele. My beloved.

    My name is. It begins and ends with the spirit of my Aiga. The spirit of my ancestors, guided by the stars across seas, navigating new waters and new worlds. The same spirit my great grandfather, Leapai of Malie, upheld in the Mau Movement for Samoa’s journey to independence; in honest leadership, tautua, and in […]

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  • My Name is My Name

    CW: Partner Abuse Ownership is a concept I struggle with. I’m 21. I modestly own a few cameras, the odd kitchen appliance in my flat, and a wardrobe of clothes I’ve accumulated over the last four years. These things are mine to do whatever I want with. I could paint my breadmaker black and set […]

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  • ‘Then You Can’t Tell Me Not***g Right?’

    I love Kanye. Now, I’m not necessarily talking about the Kanye who waltzes into the Oval Office to demonstrate his admiration for a man who wouldn’t look out of place in either a travelling circus or a field of oranges. I’m talking about Kanye the artist, Kanye the creative. Whether as a prepubescent teen claiming […]

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  • The Privilege of Ignoring Race

    One day in class, my Year Six teacher asked me what I was, and I said: “I’m just a New Zealander.” Her response? “You can’t be ^just a New Zealander, or else you’d look like me.” I don’t think I need to specify her skin colour. And I want you to imagine how it would […]

    by

  • La’u Pele. My beloved.

    My name is. It begins and ends with the spirit of my Aiga. The spirit of my ancestors, guided by the stars across seas, navigating new waters and new worlds. The same spirit my great grandfather, Leapai of Malie, upheld in the Mau Movement for Samoa’s journey to independence; in honest leadership, tautua, and in […]

    by

  • My Name is My Name

    CW: Partner Abuse Ownership is a concept I struggle with. I’m 21. I modestly own a few cameras, the odd kitchen appliance in my flat, and a wardrobe of clothes I’ve accumulated over the last four years. These things are mine to do whatever I want with. I could paint my breadmaker black and set […]

    by

  • ‘Then You Can’t Tell Me Not***g Right?’

    I love Kanye. Now, I’m not necessarily talking about the Kanye who waltzes into the Oval Office to demonstrate his admiration for a man who wouldn’t look out of place in either a travelling circus or a field of oranges. I’m talking about Kanye the artist, Kanye the creative. Whether as a prepubescent teen claiming […]

    by

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