But his insight has left me troubled my racism doesn't end with my choice of flag.
Occasionally, I treat the children to ice-cream. Their favourite is vanilla. But the white ice-cream sits atop the brown cone. What message am I sending my children?
Is there a subliminal racist appeal to icecream in a cone? Clearly, I can't trust my judgment. I lack Harawira's finely tuned antenna. Am I raising my children to be racists? Would they, too, be Red Peakers?
I am scared the cycle is set to perpetuate generation after generation.
I need a list of what's okay and what's not. I want to think only correct thoughts and to like only correct things but my whiteness and colonial ancestry blind me to what's right and what's not. I wonder if a caring Government agency could fund Harawira to produce such a list?
Forgive me. It's not my fault. I was born white. And then there's my upbringing. Growing up I was fooled by Martin Luther King when he said: "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character."
I now know King was good but limited.
His only concern was conscious racism, not the subconscious type that Harawira is battling.
For King, the ideal was to be oblivious of colour but for Harawira racism is ever-present and must be forever combatted by hypersensitivity to colour. And not just to the colour of people but also things.
Our attitude to things can prove us racist like I was. To my eternal shame I once supported Red Peak.
We must look at the colour of everything. And the shapes.
Harawira's call should be a wake-up to us all that colours and shapes can be subliminally racist. It's obvious now: that white triangle pushing black, blue and red to the margins.
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