Television presenter Oriini Kaipara, proudly wearing a traditional Māori face tattoo, responded gracefully to online trolls, reaffirming her cultural pride and identity.
Kaipara, a trailblazing 41-year-old newsreader for New Zealand’s Newshub, made history as the first person to deliver a primetime news bulletin while wearing the moko kauae, a significant cultural symbol worn by Māori women. The moko kauae, traditionally placed on the lips and chin, reflects a woman’s heritage, status, leadership, and familial connections within the Māori community, the indigenous Polynesian people of New Zealand.
Despite the praise Kaipara has received, one viewer named David expressed his displeasure through an email to Newshub. According to the Daily Mail, David’s message criticized Kaipara’s appearance, calling her moko “offensive and aggressive looking” and dismissing her use of the Māori language as “incoherent.”
Rather than ignoring the remarks, Kaipara confronted them head-on. She shared the email exchange on her Instagram story, handling the situation with grace and dignity. In her response to David, Kaipara pointed out that his complaints were based on personal preferences about appearance and corrected his misspelling of the word “moko.” She made it clear that moko kauae represents no threat, and such expressions of cultural pride do not deserve intolerance or discrimination.
“We mean no harm or ill intent,” Kaipara wrote. “Neither do we deserve to be treated with such disregard.” She added a sharp rebuke, telling David to hold off on expressing his “cultural ignorance and bias” until a time more suited to such views—“ideally the 1800s.”
Despite this negative comment, Kaipara emphasized that most responses to her are positive, and trolls like David are the exception. In an interview with the New Zealand Herald following the incident, Kaipara spoke about the importance of having more Māori advocates in prominent positions. “The fact that my existence triggers some people is testament to why we need more Māori advocates in key roles across every sector,” she said.
Kaipara’s composed response serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of cultural pride and resilience. Her actions inspire others to embrace their identities with confidence and stand up against prejudice.
Buffy’s Journey Home
The morning had started like any other, tinged with the usual mix of hope and mild anxiety that came with an aging pet’s vet visit. Buffy, our sweet, silver-faced girl, was scheduled for a routine dental cleaning. We expected her to come home a little groggy, maybe missing a tooth or two, but otherwise, our same old Buffy.
But Dr. Mac, with her quiet wisdom and deep understanding of the creatures in her care, had a feeling. Before the anesthesia, she looked closer at Buffy’s recent lab work. The call came later that morning, a gentle voice delivering news that felt like a physical blow. Advanced kidney failure. Anesthesia was too risky; it could push her fragile system past the point of no return.
Suddenly, the simple dental cleaning faded into insignificance. A new, heartbreaking reality settled in. We looked at Buffy, still wagging her tail when we spoke her name, still nudging our hands for pets, and knew what we had to do. The kindest, most loving act was to let her go now, surrounded by love, before the illness stole her joy and her will to live. We couldn’t bear the thought of her suffering, losing her appetite, her spark dimming day by day.
My first thought was Robbie. He adored Buffy, and she him. This decision, this final act of love, had to include him. I left immediately to pick him up from school. The car ride felt heavy, the usual chatter replaced by the quiet hum of the engine and the weight of what was to come.
Gathering my courage, I explained to him, as gently and honestly as I could, that Buffy was very sick, that her body was tired, and that we needed to help her find peace. I told him she wouldn’t be coming home with us this time.
His eyes filled, but his voice was steady. “I want to hold her,” he said, his small voice firm. “I want to be the one holding her when she goes to heaven.”
My heart swelled with a painful mix of sorrow and profound pride. Of course. There was no one else I would rather give that honor to.
We drove home, the quiet returning, but now filled with a different kind of understanding. I looked at him, this young boy carrying such a heavy truth with such grace. “Robbie,” I started, my voice thick with emotion, “I am so incredibly proud of you. Proud that you understand how important it is to take care of our old animals, and that helping them means making sure they never, ever suffer.”
He just nodded, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the windshield, already preparing himself for the difficult task ahead, for the final, loving embrace he would share with his dear friend Buffy as she journeyed home. And in that quiet moment, I knew that while our hearts were breaking, we were navigating this pain together, grounded in the deepest kind of love and compassion.
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