Kia Ora, this week for Tui’s photographs. we read a book called King And Country. my group and I were also tasked with recreating a photo or an image in Real life with us being in the photo. here is a bit of the story :
Tipu watches the raging debate across the
marae Âtea. The open space in front of the
meeting house is like a battlefield. Most of
the men wear suits, and they are focused,
armed with carefully chosen words. They
stand, one by one, to take shots at the
other side.“And even if they ask us to fight, why
should we?” shouts one old warrior, resolute
in his korowai. “This isn’t our war. It belongs
to the British. Let them fight it!” Nods and
sounds of agreement ripple through the
crowd. Tipu looks at his brother, but his eyes
are locked on the action, giving nothing away.
The next chief begins his whaikčrero,
coming quickly to his main point. “What will
we do if the enemy lands here? Will we lay
down our patu? No! We will have no choice
but to fight.” The chief waves his own patu,
emphasising his every word. “So why wait?”
he continues. “Let us fight now, alongside
the white man as equals.” There are cheers –
louder than before – and Tipu joins in.
This is what he came to hear.
Eventually all the chiefs have had their
say, but as the people make their way from
the marae, the talk continues. “I don’t know
about you,” Tipu says, “but I’m signing up.
I’m not missing out on a chance like this.”
“We’ll see, little brother,” Rongo says. “We’ll see.”