Words: Kurt Bayer
Editor: David Rowe
Design: Paul Slater
Cover illustration: Rod Emmerson
Video: Ella Wilks
Motion graphic: Phil Welch
Additional reporting: Anna Leask, Claire Trevett
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Dawn breaks over a grey Garden City. Moody clouds touch the CBD’s few remaining tall buildings. Ordinarily, coffee-clutching parents would be rushing kids to Saturday-morning sport or jogging the trodden trails of Hagley Park. But it’s eerily quiet. Any sounds travel far. Crumpled homeless people stir. In South Hagley Park, and near the city’s hospital, more figures emerge in the gloom. They huddle in tight groups, in black abayas, tan and white dish dashes, and puffer jackets, streaming down the treeline, among the oaks and plane trees, from a makeshift crisis centre at Hagley College to the hospital. Halal food and snacks are ferried in with hugs and consolations. Just as the dark skies suggest rain at any time, the rustled inhabitants fear bursting into tears again.
It’s been a long night. Many haven’t slept, and some still don’t know if their loved ones who had been inside either Al Noor Mosque or the Linwood masjid are alive or dead. Almost 50 gunshot victims had been admitted to hospital the previous afternoon. A full list of the dead and injured is still being prepared. The majority of victims are migrants or refugees from Pakistan, India, Indonesia, Malaysia, Turkey, Somalia, Afghanistan, Bangladesh and the Middle East.
At the crisis centre, John Milne speaks through tears of his "brave little soldier" - 14-year-old boy Sayyad gunned down at Al Noor. "I know where he is, I know he's at peace."
In Islam, dead or alive, the human body – created by God in the perfect shape – must be given dignity and respect. In the Qur’an, where Cain was unsure how to deal with the body of his brother Abel, who he had just murdered, God sent a message in the form of a raven. The bird dug into the ground to bury a fellow raven, showing Cain the path he must take.
The burial of the dead is a collective obligation on the Muslim community. Failure to do so is to bring guilt and shame on the community as a whole. The Prophet Muhammad suggested that it’s preferable for the dead to be buried quickly. Most agree it should be done within 24 hours. But with the biggest criminal investigation in New Zealand’s history now underway, that was looking unlikely.
While armed police patrolled wide cordons around both murder scenes, and handfuls of heartbroken Cantabrians started making pilgrimages to the sites to lay flowers and offer condolences and sympathies – starting what would become an unprecedented national outpouring of grief and a solidarity not seen since World War II – many dead bodies still lay inside. Hearses would come and go all day while specialist police and forensic investigators pieced together the carnage.
Meanwhile, Naveed Shahid was on a plane from Sydney. He still had no news on his younger brother Suhail. Late the previous night, he’d spoken to one of his brother’s neighbours who’d been shot in the neck. He’d been patched up and discharged from hospital. He hadn’t seen Suhail, 36, at the hospital. He would ask around too.
The three-hour transtasman flight seemingly took forever. Naveed dreads to think how Suhail’s wife Asma was getting on. He needed to be there. Unable to sleep or concentrate on any in-flight entertainment, 40-year-old Naveed thought of his brother. He'd had a well-paid job at ICI Pakistan Limited (Imperial Chemical Industries), his own house and car and "everything you could dream of growing up in Pakistan". But in 2017, he made the decision to up sticks and move his family from Lahore to Auckland. Suhail wanted to give them every opportunity he possibly could to get ahead in life.
"He saw New Zealand as a secure, safe environment with better education for his children. This was his basic objective," Naveed says.
At first, they lived in Auckland, where Suhail got a job at Watercare. But they moved to Christchurch in 2018 after getting a position at resin manufacturer Hexion in Hornby as production manager. Life was good.
"He was a brilliant man, very professional," says Naveed, a trained chemical engineer like his brother.
“Suhail was very loving and caring, especially with his two daughters. He was humble and honest - a man of his word."
Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern’s day began with a telephone conversation with US President Donald Trump. A stunned world – shocked that peaceful little New Zealand, at the bottom of the globe – had been sending condolences through the night, including Queen Elizabeth II who was “deeply saddened by the appalling events in Christchurch”. Her son Prince Charles called the shootings an “appalling atrocity” and “an insult on all of us who cherish freedom”.
After the Trump call, Ardern attended an 8am briefing. It was led by Brook Barrington, head of the Department of the Prime Minister and Cabinet, and included Police Commissioner Mike Bush, SIS head Rebecca Kitteridge, Civil Defence director Sarah Stuart-Black and Director-General of Health Ashley Bloomfield. Each spoke on their area of responsibility. Bush updated on the arrests and investigations, while Bloomfield gave death and injury numbers, as well as how Christchurch Hospital was coping. New Zealand’s national security threat level was lifted from low to high for the first time in the country's history.
The night before, Ardern started asking police top brass about firearms, and first raised the prospect of gun law reforms. Police Minister Stuart Nash had handed her a copy of the most recent report that police had prepared on the Arms Act, its loopholes and gaps. It dated back to November last year.
At the 8am briefing, Ardern told officials she intended to pursue the gun reforms and to start work on them. She also ordered them to report to Cabinet on Monday on the gunman’s actions with a range of potential changes in mind – firearms, border control, information sharing with Australia, and the watch list processes.
Then, at 9.30am – with the death toll at 49 – Ardern spoke to the media again. With some anger in her voice, she highlighted how gun reform had failed in the past.
"I can tell you right now, our gun laws will change. Now is the time for change,” she said, before jetting to Christchurch, about the time the alleged gunman was due to appear in court.
Inside the bland wood-panelled courtroom, there was a palpable sense of expectation, a dense emotion, waiting for the man in custody to be brought into the dock. Outside the $300 million Christchurch Justice & Emergency Services Precinct, rows of television cameras, tripods and microphones, strangers nosing long telephoto lens, and vans with satellite dishes the size of tractor tyres had been lined up since dawn. Ashen-faced reporters giving live pieces to camera that were being beamed around the globe.
Similar to the earthquakes of 2010 and 2011, the world’s focus was on Christchurch again. Except this time Mother Nature wasn’t in the dock, but an unknown 28-year-old Australian man arrested for what was looking like the worst-ever terror attack on New Zealand soil.
The heavy-hitting foreign networks with their 24-hour rolling news had cycled into town with suitcases of cash to hire stringers, gear, cars and hotels. Name your price.
Court security guards who normally share darkly comic banter aren’t smiling today. Journalists were told by a shouting police officer to form an orderly queue if they wanted to be allowed inside the courtroom. Only accredited media would be allowed, and the checking process would be vigorous. Official identification and driver’s licence or passports too. Standing there in the line, chatting with the ostensible “opposition” media, reporters shook their heads and wondered just what had gone on. Nobody could still believe it. And was this guy the only person allegedly involved? Were there any more gunmen still on the loose? With a police Eagle helicopter hovering overhead and armed police patrolling all around, they tried to figure out, leaning on local knowledge, with Australian and other overseas journalists straining to listen in, whether it was physically possible to drive from the Al Noor Mosque on Deans Ave, across town in early Friday afternoon traffic, to Linwood Ave and the relatively new and unknown mosque there? It would be possible, but it would be tight.
Experienced Christchurch District Court Judge Paul Kellar took the decision to close the courtroom to the public. On security and safety grounds. When the journalists were finally allowed inside, they were escorted by security staff, up the stairs to one of the bigger courtrooms. Since the courthouse opened in late 2017, the media facilities and lack of practical seating arrangements has been a major bugbear of local journalists. Today, they were allowed to sit in the jury box, overlooking a room where there were police with rifles, sidearms and tasers, stern and alert.
Meanwhile, outside the court a member of the public was denied entry to the courthouse. Spurned, he told a Herald reporter that he wanted to get in and "knife" the man accused of yesterday's terror attack, showing the blade he’d brought with him.
Some family members of those gunned down at Al Noor mingled outside, saying they wanted to "have a look" at the man accused of slaying their loved ones.
A man inside a passing car screamed out "rot in f****** hell".
Back inside, Judge Kellar briefed the media before the hearing, all awaiting the moment to lay eyes on the man accused of being the gunman.
And when he was led into the glass-enclosed dock, flanked by two police officers, manacled, barefoot and dressed in white prison garb, he was photographed and filmed by appointed media photographers.
He looked around the room as duty lawyer Richard Peters – who would later say his job that morning was to “simply to appear in court and advise him of his rights and procedure” - said no application for bail or name suppression would be made. He sought a remand to the High Court’s next hearing date. Police prosecutor Steve Burdes asked for interim name suppression for the one named victim on the sole charge sheet which had been laid at that point under Crimes Act 1961 Section 172, on grounds of undue hardship.
Judge Kellar quickly granted the suppression order and said, “Mr Tarrant, you are remanded without plea to next appearance at the Christchurch High Court on April 5 at 9.15am.”
He was led back into custody. The room breathed again.
Back in Bangladesh, Sanjida held her stomach. It held her and Omar’s first child. She wished she could be in Christchurch. She felt helpless, ringing around, trying to find answers. Nobody could tell her if husband Omar was dead or alive. She had not heard a thing from him. That was a bad sign. She got hold of people in Canterbury’s Bangladesh community who had congregated at Christchurch Hospital. Early in the afternoon, Canterbury DHB’s chief of surgery Greg Robertson confirmed the DHB was still treating 39 patients. Two young children had been flown to Starship Hospital in Auckland, one in a critical condition.
Sanjida was told there were many dead and injured. There was confusion with a victim with a similar name. Time stood still. It wouldn’t be until late afternoon – more than 24 hours after the attack - that she got the fateful news: Omar was dead.
“I could not believe it,” she says. “I was still thinking it couldn’t happen. I was not able to accept the truth.”
Ardern wore black – the colour of mourning for Muslims. By the time she entered the Islamic centre in Christchurch to meet leaders and victims, she had also donned a hijab, black with gold trim, borrowed from a friend back in Wellington.
The decision to wear the hijab was Ardern's. She had worked within Muslim communities enough to know it would be respectful.
Her first step was to assure those who had lost family members, especially the breadwinners of the family, that there was long-term support available for them through ACC and the Ministry of Social Development.
She also gave a commitment: "We are here now, but we will be here whenever you need, in the coming days, the coming weeks, the coming months."
Security around Ardern's visit was tight. Media were driven behind her in a van, and were not told where they were going.
Ardern spoke to Islamic leaders first at a refugee centre with media present. But her meetings with the families of those killed at Hagley Park and hospital visits with some of those injured were in private.
One of those she spent time with was an unconscious Rahimi Ahmad. His wife Azila was bedside and stunned when the Prime Minister came in. They took a photograph to mark the grim occasion, while Rahimi lay there attached to tubes and blinking, beeping machines. In the photograph, Ardern can be seen clutching Azila’s arm and shoulder, a haunted expression on her face.
By late afternoon, family members and friends had gathered at Christchurch Hospital for a briefing with police and other officials. Many had spent most of the last day at the hospital, occasionally meeting up at a downstairs café inside, trying to swap tidbits of information, piecing together what had happened. There were around 10 people still unaccounted for – unknown if they were dead or alive. Tensions were simmering. The families were told by hospital officials that a list of deceased and a separate list of injured victims still being treated would be made available. Others were desperate to bury their dead but identification was required for many still. The police process was ongoing.
Some family members wanted their imam to identify all of the bodies because they knew who they all were. They were told a criminal process had to be followed by the book.
When the list of people being treated at either Christchurch Hospital or Burwood Hospital across town was read out, it wasn’t clear what it meant if names weren’t on that list. Were they to be assumed dead? Some people who’d fled the shooting had gone into hiding and were only now resurfacing.
The meeting gave no answers to Suhail Shahid’s family. He wasn't on a list of the injured. It would be another day before his name was read out on a preliminary list of the dead. Suhail's name was halfway down page two.
"Then I knew my brother was no longer in this world," Naveed says.
Meanwhile, emotions were high at the temporary crisis centre. One Muslim described the scenes there as “incredibly jumpy”. Strangers were given hard stares. Some of the younger ones started finding posts online from local racists and white supremacists. Some of it was historical, others were reacting to the alleged shooter’s livestream video. Several sources have spoken of the anger in the room and some grieving elements wanting retribution.
“It threatened to spill over,” one local Muslim man said later. “They were hurting and angry and wanted to bury their dead but were told it was out of their hands. People tried to calm them down, saying we all needed to stick together. The perpetrator of this attack wanted to divide us, he wanted this. And some of the younger ones, they were close to breaking. They were going to take it to the streets.”
End of Chapter Three
Tomorrow, Chapter Four:
THE FALLOUT
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