Paul Holmes was right about one thing in his Weekend Herald column about Anzac Day and a national day for New Zealand: the way it ought to be observed. But he is monumentally wrong about the date.
History cannot be ignored or cast aside. What we now know as Waitangi Day, 6 February, is the date on which New Zealand became internationally recognised as a civilized nation, and it is thus the day that ought to be as sacred to all New Zealanders as 4 July is to Americans.
We have allowed ourselves to be let down by central and local government when it comes to commemoration of the event which gave us our right to be here as New Zealanders. For the present, we are content to leave it to a fractious national observance at Waitangi where the treaty was signed, a garden party for the elite at Government House in Wellington or Auckland, and scattered observances here and there, initiated largely by local Maori.
What needs to change is the way we celebrate that day. We have no difficulty and commendably so, in every urban community, in turning out each year on 25 April to solemnly recall the day in 1914 at Anzac Cove when, along with our Australian cousins, so many young New Zealanders were made victims of the inept planning by English generals in the invasion of that beach at Gallipoli.
Setting aside for the moment the fact that versions of the treaty were signed by southern Maori chiefs at later dates, 6 February 1840 was the day that the main treaty was signed at Waitangi between representatives of Maori and Governor William Hobson as plenipotentiary for Queen Victoria, as Empress of the then British Empire. That was the document that gave rights as New Zealanders to our non-Maori forebears and their descendants and all subsequent non-Maori immigrants. Governor William Hobson aptly summarized the significance of the historic occasion when he said: "He iwi kotahi tatou. We are now one people. "