It's painful to see a thing of beauty die.
The Irish language is one of those dead things and gets an anniversary each year.
St Patrick's Day, sadly, is less about culture now and more about binge drinking, so even the anniversary for the dead thing has died.
In New Zealand, te reo Maori is still breathing, despite efforts from the linguistically challenged, lazy nationals and straight-up bigots. It inhales its shared heritage with Europeans, with all its pain. It exhales forgiveness and mana.
Te reo Maori is the lungs of culture in New Zealand. Surely most Kiwis should korero; even a basic greeting.