OPINION
Based on my experiences, we live in the best country on this planet. A peaceful, prosperous and caring nation, full of natural resources, the home of the All Blacks, Six60, and mince and cheese pies.
By a mere fluke of ancestry, I was not born in Peshawar, Poltava or Port Sudan, but Palmy North.
My connection to the Land of the Long White Cloud goes back five generations to a Welsh miner who decided he had had enough of the class system and wanted a fresh start. He stepped foot on to our sacred whenua in the late 1800s.
My great-great-great-grandfather was allowed to live here because of Te Tiriti o Waitangi, so by extension, I call myself a Kiwi because of this same contract. I am Tāngata te Tiriti.