by Ranginui Walker
These words were sung by Mokomoko, wrongly accused in 1865 of the murder of a missionary. As punishment for his death the government took much of Te Whakatōhea’s territory. With a harbour rich in fish and shellfish, and forests offering fern grounds, eel fisheries and pigeons, that land seemed like paradise lost.
Main image: Mākeo mountain
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