ON THE UP: From toolbelt to teaching - Far North father pivots to new career
Last Tuesday he and his fellow new teachers marked the first graduation for the Te Hiku programme, a major milestone for the Northland teaching initiative.
'The wānanga were long days, sometimes 13 hours, but it worked. We were all in it together. Some of us dropped off, but we pulled each other back in. We kept each other going,' McMath said.
He credits a rainy-day conversation with his best friend, who was also working in construction, for planting the seed of change. His friend took the first leap into teaching and, six months later, returned to the building site to encourage Takawai to do the same.
'He lined up a job interview for me at Kaitāia College and wouldn't take no for an answer. I started there as a teacher aide,' McMath said.
But there was another, more personal motivator for him. His eldest son, Ngataiawa, had once shared with him that university didn't feel attainable for Māori.
'That stuck with me. I didn't want him to believe that. I wanted to show him it was possible, '' McMath said.
Not long after, Ngataiawa enrolled in a business finance degree at the University of Waikato's Tauranga campus, where he is now in his final year.
'I told him, no gap year, get straight into it. And he did. Having him studying down there helped keep me on track too. I couldn't drop the ball when he was watching,' the proud dad said.
The decision for the Te Hiku cohort to attend graduation together in Tauranga last week came naturally. The group, who studied through marae-based wānanga, remains close and committed to celebrating their shared achievement.
'We're from all over the Far North, but we agreed on Tauranga because that's where our amazing kaiako Jay and Mere are based. It's also where my son is studying, so it made sense. My whole whānau was there,' he said.
For McMath, returning to study was not without its challenges. He had lived for years with hearing loss that affected his confidence, only receiving hearing aids in 2017. The change was immediate.
'They made a huge difference. Suddenly I could follow full conversations. I could sit in a lecture and not miss half of what was being said. That gave me the confidence to study.'
Now a teacher at Kaitāia College, Takawai is proud of how far he has come and of those who supported him along the way.
'I'm especially proud that Jay and Mere nominated me for the Vice-Chancellor's Award. I wasn't in study mode when I started. Honestly, I look back at my early work and I'm too embarrassed to reread it. But I stuck with it, and now here I am.'
Following his graduation in Tauranga, he reflected on the journey and the impact it had.
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'It's easy for our boys in the Far North to drift. There isn't always a lot going on, so you have to lead by example. I did this as a dad, and now my son is walking his own path too. That makes me proud.'
The Te Hiku ITE programme, led by Ngāi Takoto with support from Te Rarawa and facilitated by the University of Waikato, aims to address teacher shortages in Northland by supporting more Māori and local students into teaching careers.
Launched in 2021, the programme was developed in consultation with iwi and school leaders as part of Te Hurihanganui, a Ministry of Education initiative focused on tackling inequities and racism in education. It is delivered by University of Waikato staff Professor Mere Berryman (Ngāi Tūhoe, Ngāti Awa, and Ngāti Whare) and Jay Haydon-Howard.
The initiative combines online learning with marae-based wānanga and wrap-around support from local iwi and school communities, allowing students to study from their rohe while remaining connected to their whānau and communities.
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To address these superfluous women who outstripped men in number, and the economic and social position of women more generally, the British government in 1919 established the Society for the Overseas Settlement of British Women, using emigration throughout its colonies as a natural solution to the problem; the motherland simply performing her duties of expanding her dominion through declared benevolence. Historian and journalist Jane Tolerton writes that from 1918 to 1939 domestic service represented the largest share of employment for women, and during the 1920s around 4500 British domestic servants arrived in New Zealand through the scheme arranged between the two countries, 'as an attempt to solve both the post-war 'surplus women' problem in Britain and the 'servant problem' in New Zealand'. But, Tolerton observes, 'as with earlier schemes, the women left quickly for marriage or other occupations'. 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There was a gnarled tree, rearing up like a horse in the moonlight.' In preparation for losing her virginity on a grimy sofa, Jess hears the 'Velcro rip of a wallet … a thought burrowed its way up: Oh. I can put a mark in the book'. They have sex in the plebian home of the mother of one of the men. The woman is working a night shift. The scene in its entirety shapes not only a deflating, claustrophobic sense of pathetic hopelessness but the tragedy of all their lives; their dead end jobs, their scrimping shift work, their pestling lack of opportunity, the perfunctory way they so casually dehumanise and ruin one another. 'Easy' is a devastating story, and one of the strongest in the collection. It establishes Duff's unmistakable talent for crafting surprising, complex characters and evocative scenes that rise from the book's pages into the world. In Duff's hands, sexual assault is not so straightforward as victim and perpetrator even when it is stark who wields the power. 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In a final scene, Roz's incoherence and pain is so complete she begins to fall, a tipping that summons the surplus women onboard; the rolling pitch of the boat reflecting their own bewilderment and lack of tether though for reasons entirely distinct to Roz's, whose delirium conveys the destruction of habitual denial and repression on one's psyche. Another woman trapped in an illusion of her own is Sash. In 'Torn', Sash is a detective in a small town 'sandwiched beneath the ranges and the low-slung river'. Here is a riveting, quick-paced story that wrestles with conflicting moral questions, where Sash wilfully represses the violence of her own home and where a younger Jade and Lauren reappear; recurring characters haunt as motif across the stories. The girls remind Sash of 'pit bull puppies she found shoved in a shed out the back of a gang pad once, snarling. Cute, she thinks, but also, they've already learned this is how you survive'. Positioning the girls as victims caught up with heavies, Lauren retorts that the decision was theirs to make. 'Feminism has a lot to answer for', Sash thinks. 'Repositioning exploitation to make it seem like agency'. The story 'Gracie' deals with similar themes, involving two young girls living with their single mother who is employed in shift work at a freezing works and can barely keep it together. The three live in a hotel in dire conditions of poverty and great risk of harm. The girls eat two-minute noodles and lose clothing at school that can't afford to be replaced. 'All goods, my Gracie. We'll get you another one', her mother assures. A sympathetic school pupil offers Gracie a muesli bar and through this gesture we understand how Gracie must appear to others. In 'Orbits', a couple try to escape the disorderly reputation of their pasts. At their back are their respective families, who struggle with drug addiction, crime and other expressions of intergenerational poverty. The couple reside in a meagre home outfitted by items sourced from the Salvation Army and paid for by Whetū's job as a meat packer. Like many of Duff's characters, Whetū has not yet learned to live with his ghosts. Here, and in similar stories, Duff has various characters make reference to 'white trash' families, a term important for the purposes of her narrative but one she treats with circumspection and care. It tends to be those who speak in generalised terms out of habit or convenience who make such claims; police officers requiring shorthand qualifiers, for instance, which Duff both critiques and accepts. This class represents a strand of Pākehā culture thoughtfully imprinted throughout the book, and in doing so reaches back in time to the women who arrived poor, owning nothing, whose prospects were uncertain, and who dwell in and bewitch the book through their future ancestors, some of whom continue desolate lives of poverty and abject suffering. Duff is an immersive storyteller. Her stories captivate and pull the reader under. Her women are desperate and dysfunctional; they feel they have vacated their own lives. They all want. They all long. Duff is interested in a woman's unconscious, that inaccessible part of ourselves that yet reveals who we are without our knowing; the slips of the tongue, our habits of mind, the ways we behave when we think no one is watching. And Duff's nose for a story is utterly compelling. She offers both lively, sophisticated plot and thoughtful mediation on themes that at their core concern strong, complicated women, as Mary Gaitskill does in Bad Behavior or Elizabeth Wurtzel theorises in Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women. It is clear Duff loves women, and she loves her characters; she trusts her characters and believes in them. She presents the fallible lives of girls and women who live, largely, on the margins, on their wits. In a sense, Surplus Women belongs to the tradition of contemporary New Zealand Gothic. These stories are, in essence, ghost stories; where women wile and haunt and seduce and possess, from mother to daughter, ancestor to progeny, friend to friend; and there are generational curses at work, too, where the repressed returns in eternal recurrence despite a character's best efforts to amend or outrun their lives. In this country, realism is gothic, after all; a place freighted with unrest and spirits as anyone attuned to the landscape, the people themselves notwithstanding, will attest. In these stories, spectres of the past haunt the present as does colonialism itself; abandoned selves and undone futures reappear and manifest in form and women are resurrected, inhabit other voices, other lives, or their own, years later, though still with the same old ghosts of shame and bitterness, self delusion or violence that rises and falls from places women fear within. Surplus Women by Michelle Duff (Te Herenga Waka University Press, $35) is available in bookstores nationwide.
