AS
CALIFORNIA UBER ALLES by the Dead Kennedy's is to the USA,
There is No Depression in NZ by Blam Blam Blam is to the music
fans of Aotearoa. Both songs are angry and aggressive ravings
against the machinations of a state keen to meme-drug
(1) the people into thinking their
lives are paradise in a promised land. California, the Golden
State. NZ, the Quarter Acre, Half Gallon, Pavlova Paradise.
A month ago, in our nation's Parliament, the world's
first Maori Green MP made her inaugural speech. Hon. Metiria
Turei commenced by singing the chorus of the song There is
No Depression in NZ, in Maori, to the tune of God Defend NZ.
The subversiveness of this Act was simply astounding:
God Defend NZ is our national anthem, and as such is sacrosanct.
At a rugby game a couple of years ago a young Maori woman,
Hinewehi Mohi, sang God Defend NZ in Maori—but not in English.
The singer was booed off stage, and the incident resulted
in a national uproar.
Ms. Turei gave us all a postmodern kick up the backside.
There was humour in the action—There
is No Depression in NZ is the theme song of now defunct McGillicudy
Serious Party—but
on another level it was deadly serious. Ms. Turei, a law graduate,
held a Maori intellectual's mirror up to the contradictions
and complications of our national identity. The action was
about race, identity, and dream making, but most of all about
a deep and passionate love for the people in this place we
call Aotearoa NZ.
I am
Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles, And never frowns
Soon I will be president
Carter
power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles, Uber
Alles California
Zen
fascists will control you
100% natural, You will jog for
the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close
your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back
you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California
Uber Alles, Uber Alles California
- Dead Kennedy's "California
Uber Alles", 1983.
* * * *
The
first time I met Governor Jerry Brown (2),
it was a late summer's day in 1996 and I had a personal invitation
to meet him and his followers at his warehouse commune in
Oakland. A macrobiotic vegan meal was on the menu, served
up, as I was to find out, by two smiling hippy New Zealanders
on their "OE" (overseas trip).
As I strolled down the rough urban avenue of Broadway
I decided to tune into his live 4.30 p.m. radio show, "We
The People", on independent Radio Pacifica. It was kind
of thrilling to hear him being beamed out. Our appointment
was at 6.00 p.m. and, with my headphones on, I strolled around
the Oakland waterfront before heading over for the meeting.
I'd been sent by my then-boss Huey Johnson, a friend
of Jerry's and former state appointee under Governor Brown's
administration, to talk with Mr. Brown about making Oakland
an "eco-city". Having worked for New Zealand's very
own "eco-city"—Waitakere on the western fringes of Auckland—I was there to meet
him and expound pearls of wisdom from the promised land Down
Under to this great leader of the Left Coast (At the time,
Jerry Brown was also talking of running for Mayor of Oakland).
On first meeting Jerry Brown, to state it bluntly,
I felt very "green" (no pun intended). His energy
was overpowering; quick-fire bursts of intellectual elucidation
poured out one after the other. "I want to do a Green
Plan for Oakland," he expounded, "and it will be
the first Black Green Plan!". This salvo went on for
twenty minutes, with me barely getting a word in edgewise,
until suddenly I wasn't there as Jerry launched into an angry
and noisy outburst towards one of his Interns. I took the
time out to wander around the warehouse, and meet some of
the other people there.
Jerry Brown's warehouse is his home, and is also home
to We The People (WTP), a nonprofit centre for radical activism
and progressive political thought. Topics of conversation
there range from Zen Buddhism to anti-globalisation, ecological
sustainability to deep ecology. Past guests to WTP have included
such luminaries as Ivan Illich, Noam Chomsky, and Gore Vidal.
WTP reflects Jerry Brown to a tee; his greatest claim to fame
being labeled "Governor Moonbeam" by the press in
the 1970s, both for a failed attempt at creating a California
Space Programme as well as mainstream negative perceptions
of his "new age" bohemian ideas and philosophies.
Jerry Brown strategically located WTP in Oakland: crime-ridden,
run-down, and home to large disenfranchised Asian, Hispanic,
and African American populations. "I sold up my Pacific
Heights mansion and took myself to the real people of California,
the people of Oakland", he explained to me.
As well as being Governor of California in the seventies,
Jerry Brown had also made a couple of populist forays at the
Presidency, culminating in a 1992 campaign in the Primaries
against then Nebraska Governor William Jefferson Clinton.
Jerry's 1992 campaign was famous for its populist approach,
actively avoiding the big dollars of lobbyists through a 1-800
donation line targeted to disenchanted voters across America.
Jerry Brown resigned from the Democratic Party after the failed
1992 attempt, and was now hunkered down in Oakland as a direct
response to his dissatisfaction with national politics in
the U.S..
Dinner with Jerry Brown and his friends was wonderful,
with much more relaxed conversation than earlier in the evening.
I left the meeting feeling no less well-informed than when
I started, nor that I would be playing any great role in Mr.
Brown's future plans. But I did feel a strange warmth and
positivity towards the future that people like Jerry Brown
exist, and that real and important political power is attainable
by such independent and progressive thinkers.
There
is No Depression in New Zealand
There are no sheep on our farms
There is No Depression in New
Zealand
We can all keep perfectly calm
Everybody's
talking about World War Three
Everybody's talking about World
War Three
We're as safe as safe can be
There's no unrest in this country
We have no dole queques, we
have no drug addicts
We have no racism , we have
no sexism, sexism
No, no, there is No Depression
in New Zealand.
- "There is No Depression in New Zealand",
Blam Blam Blam, 1983.
* * * *
Moving
back here to Nuhaka, the edge of the world with it's equally
disenfranchised Maori population, I can't help but think of
my visit to Oakland six years ago. People I've met here all
seem to assume I'll be leaving for a more prosperous locale
sometime soon, maybe Wellington or Auckland. But I'm happy
to be here, because, like Jerry Brown in Oakland, I think
it's where I can do the most with the greatest level of honesty
and truth of heart (aroha).
Jerry Brown is now Mayor Jerry Brown of Oakland, and
has courted both controversy as well as favour, such as in
the form of a military academy for Black juveniles. Jello
Biafra may have derided Jerry Brown in the early 80s thrash
noise of the Dead Kennedy's, but Jello's quite mellowed of
late, recently running for Governor of New York State on the
Green Party ticket.
Jello Biafra and Metiria Turei make such deeply cutting
and critical rants at the establishment not because they don't
care, but because they care deeply. They hold up mirrors to
what is contradictory, complicated, or shrouded in our society
because they are passionate about the future. Their passion
spills over into anger, but the release that ensues, such
as the burst of insane energy of the perfect rock song, makes
us all saner and more sound of mind as a consequence.
This week, I end with a quote: