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  1. Hi, are there any people here who came to live in NZ with a New Zealander partner?
    I went back to my own country for various reasons not just related with NZ. But Nz has itself played a big part ruining my life after many months I could not also find a job.I left a good career and life naively
    I speak very good english. I could not find a job even i was in Auckland and visa caused a lot of problems leaving us, a newly living couple depend on only one salary. I keep beating myself up taking this risk with my life. Life looks brights from outside and when on holiday but actually living was so hard. I believed i tried hard.

    And I learned about some habits that the culture in NZ reflects on my husband’s behaviours causing big misunderstandings and cultural differences in what is empathy and being generous.
    They say Nz people are friendly. But i feel there is something wrong there. Helping each other and being a community does not really exist here.
    People are treated and expected that they are actually like in a rugby game in actual life. They are left to deal with whatever happens to them. I came here and my husband also left me alone to deal with whatever difficulty I have. It feels like it is very normal here. That was his normal. I don’t want to judge a whole country depending on a bad experience i had but that is my truth now. Just like the country itself, my husband can not take any bit of feedback as a big critic on his ego and did not want to hear and beyond got angry hearing it.

    Please if anyone reading this comment think very very carefully following someone to NZ before leaving your job and life.


  2. NZ is a British colonial outpost and – due to its extreme geographical isolation – it is still very much heavily influenced by the Victorian era social norms under which it was subjugated. In its simplest terms, a woman is to “cook, clean & shag”, a man is ‘King’, children are to be seen and not heard, and non-whites are regarded as inherently inferior to the white man. The NZ phenomenon of “Tall Poppy Syndrome” is a dysfunctional rationale designed to “keep you in your place” and not to “rise above your designated station in Life”. Again, white males at the top, non-whites, women and children at the bottom. As a nation of sheep, NZ’ers have been indoctrinated to “do as you are told, do not think for yourself”. Thus, NZ society is an ignorant, illiterate, incestuous, misogynistic, poverty entrenched, superficial, shallow, insecure breed.

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  3. New Zealand has some rather interesting views on what children can do from what age.

    As a parents we are emotionally and financially heavily invested in our children.  This is perfectly normal as we want what is best for our children and will undertake all that is necessary in an attempt to prepare them for adult life as best as we can.  

    What I find incredibly frustrating is how the “privacy act” provides our own children with more powers and rights that us parents!  It is a double edge sword that holds parents accountable for their children yet adds every obstacle under the sun to ensure the child’s “right to privacy” is protected.  

    The New Zealand government has taken this considerably further and in my view hides behind the privacy act and nothing can be done if they are of the view the someone’s privacy is about to be breached.

    I would be interested to hear others views on this and whether this is unique to New Zealand only.


  4. I was interested to read the attached article this morning about Eleanor Catton’s new book. See the comments underneath the article, as the sorts of criticisms embody the degree of pettiness that is often commented on in this website. It seems high achieving young women in NZ should be taken down a step or two if they don’t toe toe the corporate media line. I get the impression that once Eleanor was an international success there was an expectation that she would be a global ambassador for corporate New Zealand. When Eleanor made a mild criticism of New Zealand, she was subjected to a enormous media hate, called a traitor to New Zealand etc. It seems people have long memories.


  5. e2nz, you may want to write a post about Grant McLachlan’s “NZ should raise the bar on corruption”

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    • Interesting paragraph in there:
      She was now looking at turning her thesis, on the boy-band One Direction, into a journal article and then a book and wanted to head to Canada to do a PhD. But looking forward to the next stage in her life, she was deeply worried about what was happening in the world, which included Donald Trump being elected president of the United States.

      Again, what passes for an acceptable thesis, is sometimes mind-boggling.

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  6. The Tall Poppy syndrome here in New Zealand is crushing me. I have been here 15yrars and I have to hide myself so much and make myself so small that I have gained weight and my health is suffering. Why? Because when I show my dynamic American self, I get verbally assaulted. It is horrific. I have exhausted every known coping mechanism I know to handle this but to no avail. I can’t live here. I am leaving in 3 months. I cannot progress. The passive aggression is beating me down terribly. If you are from America, do not come here!

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    • I have noticed a very anti American stance on the Stuff website. I am not a fan of Trump but Stuff is running about 10 anti Trump articles a day. When I make a comment along the lines that there that there are leaders in other countries doing things just as bad or worse with no fuss, my comments are always censored out. Censorship exists in NZ if you try and make positive remarks about the USA.


      • I fully agree! It’s like they have been conditioned from birth to hate Americans and OMG…I don’t know where to go to escape it! It happened again at work today. Seems I let my excitement get too energetic. I was immediately shut down. I can’t live like this. Can’t wait to get out of here.


        • Totally know what you are saying ! Even as an European I had an tough time in everyday life. I grew up in Texas where the mentality is the opposite of in NZ. I can only slightly imagine what you must be going through. Great choose to return home. You can’t go wrong on that !


    • NZ have not yet learnt that positive feedback/constructive criticism is the cheapest and possibly most valuable form of education you can get. After 8 years we have had enough and is quite prepared to walk away from a sunk investment of $500,000 we will never get back. At this stage the only pension we can look forward to is what the NZ Super has to offer BUT even at this late stage we are quite prepared to walk away from it all. Anywhere else but NZ should give us back our sanity and health!



    While this article and video apply to the standard of New Zealand’s so-called ‘international cricket venues’ – they could however also apply to many other aspects of life here. I would use words/phrases like sub-standard, done on the cheap, amateurish, poor service, lack of planning and managerial skill, culture of bullying, can’t be told, and won’t take ‘no’ for an answer – to describe this latest kiwi ‘fail’.

    An ever-persistent and nagging theme of my daily life here in the kiwi paradise is that no one ever seems to take responsibility for anything!

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    • The bullying is ignored and covered up. Plus many bullies and fraudsters (are allowed) get away from any sort of correction because the law enforcement and local community know that the offenders will be in their midst a lot longer than the complainants. So … just wait for the problem to go away or pretend it doesn’t exist.

      Looks like 1 of the 2 happened there.


  8. I’ve lived in NZ for a few years. I work in the university sector. I believed all the hype about being ‘world class’ blah blah blah, but in reality, tertiary education in NZ is awful and getting worse.

    For starters, the salaries are awful. For the same job in the US, Canada, or Australia, you’d likely be making about 30% more. (I’ve been told that UK academic salaries are similarly awful to NZ salaries). The working conditions are very, very, odd as well. There is no tenure here, which is a double-edged sword. It is much harder to get rid of faculty, but universities get around this by restructuring regularly. In my field, classes are HUGE, with constant pressures to ‘grow enrolments,’ through absurd strategies like lowering the already dismal admissions standards and not prosecuting plagiarism. I’m not kidding. The best students are great, but most students are pretty uninspiring, and the worse are very, very, very poor performers.

    I had never heard the term ‘tall poppy syndrome’ until I arrived in NZ, and for quite a while I tried to believe that it wasn’t happening to me. I was publishing in top journals and still not getting promoted, while my Kiwi colleagues were publishing in crappy venues and moving up in the ranks. Tall poppy is alive and well here, at least for me. In fact, where my current employer thinks I shouldn’t even bother applying for promotion, a much better university abroad has offered me a higher rank and a much higher salary. So I’m hoping to be outta here, but it’s complicated…

    NZ universities are horribly underfunded, but they also spend what money they do have on the wrong things. I’ve been astounded at the nepotism (veiled behind an allegedly ‘competitive application process’) and ineptitude in its Sr. ‘Leadership.’

    If you’re an overseas academic considering moving to NZ, think twice. Or at least make sure you don’t mind a crummy salary, little academic integrity or respect, and disappointing resources. If you do move and intend to get out later, it might take you quite a while to dig yourself out.


  9. Everyone wants to belong. Everyone.

    I wasn’t born here, but I moved here with my parents when I was 18 months old. In truth, New Zealand is the only ‘home’ I feel like I’ve known: I’ve spent maybe 3 years in total of my whole life over various trips in India (mostly in 2 week-1month bursts), the other 19 were here. And yet I’ve found it really, really hard to call this place my home.

    I had 5 years of relative sanctuary in Hamilton while I did my high schooling. Although it wasn’t entirely free of racism, it’s the closest I’ve felt to belonging.
    How did I feel all the years before, and all the years after? Everytime I went ‘back where I came from’ – I didn’t fit in. And though my heart feels a connection to this beautiful land, it also grieves for the wounds in that connection.

    I’m not ‘Indian enough’ to do all the Indian things that some lucky kids from my culture are able to grow up with now: we didn’t have access to classes teaching us about the language and culture and Indian dance etc. We were lucky if we had a handful of people in the same region that spoke our language and were from the same place (no, not all Indians speak ‘Indian’ and come from exactly the same slum village). And yet for the most part I didn’t feel ‘Kiwi enough’ to do ‘Kiwi things’ like camping, BBQs, bushwalks on a regular basis: we almost feel like impostors, like we were trying to be ‘grown up Kiwis’ in a group of people that could make sure we knew that they knew we were pretending, we were trying too hard and they could do it better.

    There are many, many anecdotes that I could use to illustrate facets of racism and cultural isolation I feel here. And before I even go near those, let me make this one thing clear: to those who are so convinced that we have nothing to complain about, stop belittling our experiences with racism by saying things like ‘it’s not as bad as (insert country with tyrannical racism rates here-at least)’ or even better, ‘New Zealand isn’t a racist country at all’ ‘I think you should be grateful’. Okay? Just because it’s ‘not as bad as X’ does not mean it is fair. And if it isn’t fair, and we as a nation have the power to do something about it (which we do) then we should.

    It isn’t fair to be repeatedly ignored when you walk into stores in the mall, regardless of how long you’ve been standing there, only to have the store assistant waltz right past you over to and welcome the white customers who just walked in with the most genuine of smiles and a plethora of cutesy small-talk. It’s clear you think you’re not wasting your time on someone who is unlikely to be able to buy whatever it is you’re selling (i.e. us). It is not fair to have someone, off the bat, who doesn’t even know you, remark that your ‘enunciation is very good for someone who has learned English as a Second Language’. To that lady -if you heard me speak my mother tongue, you’d know English is practically my only functional language- and if it was my ‘second language’, it was only so by a slim margin: I stopped speaking it after I started kindergarten- KINDERGARTEN- because I apparently I came home on the first day and told my mother “Mummy, [my mother tongue] is a dirty language. Everyone here only speaks English.” I can assure you, it wasn’t my parents who gave 4 year old me that phrase ‘a dirty language’.

    It isn’t fair that even from the age of 5, no one had to tell me that I was being discriminated against by my teacher: I cannot actually remember her ever smiling at me, she made me feel left out, and labelled me ‘distracted’ during reading time (thankfully, my mother set her straight by asking her whether she’d considered that I might be bored due to a lack of stimulation in class and suggested I attended the reading class of a year above: I’d like to have seen her face when she realised that a brown kid was reading at a higher level than the rest of my white ‘English as a first language’ classmates) (The higher level reading class, by the way, was the highlight of my day. I can still remember running over to the big kids’ class in the afternoon to take part).

    It isn’t fair to hear white people bemoan the ‘lack of jobs’ ‘lack of property’ ‘lack of spaces for (insert competitive degree here) for New Zealanders (read: Pakeha)’ ‘special treatment’ and then implore me to ‘be grateful’ that I’m not being physically shouted at/beaten up over my race. It isn’t fair that no matter how perfect my Kiwi accent, how impeccable my dressing, how qualified I may be: some people choose to see the colour of my skin as a barrier to relation, as a marker of inferiority. They don’t know the hurt they cause.

    Those who think they can’t be racist because they are not being openly hostile to people who don’t ‘look like a Kiwi’ (why do I not look like a Kiwi to you, sir? What is a Kiwi meant to look like?), withholding the kindness that you normally show to others when you see me- before you even know me, before I’ve had a chance to offend you- is just as bad. We’re not stupid, see, we’re humans too and we can sense how you feel about us without words.

    Sure this post could be more positive, and there is more I’d like to say, but the wound is raw today thanks to the ignorance of some so that might explain the negative slant of this piece.

    Even thinking about things like relationships; I can’t help but worry, what if the one I fall in love with is a white person? Will his family ever, truly accept me? Will me trying to assert my own culture (whatever that is) as well as embrace his be seen as annoying, superior? What about our kids? What sort of reality will they live in, how much would that change depending on how much of my features they inherit?
    I don’t know, my heart is a bit of a mess time to time regarding this topic, and this doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. But if I can give one piece of advice (specifically to those people who DON’T yet do this: I have many friends who do and they are the ones that have given me hope) – is when someone trusts you enough to share their experience of racism with you, don’t draw back: don’t be frightened, don’t try to defend yourself and your unseen camaraderie with your fellow Pakeha brothers or sisters. Don’t make this about you at all. Just validate their experience. Consider the possibility that it might be true, that some of us who are, technically, by all means Kiwi (last time I checked, a Citizenship certificate sealed the deal) do not feel entirely safe, physically or emotionally, to consider themselves one. And even those who aren’t citizens have a right to be able to live in a society free of xenophobic attitudes. Yes, maybe you might feel their burden a bit heavier than you might have if you just flung back their ’emotions’ and ‘over-sensitivity’ in protest. But you’ll be more in touch with the reality of what it means to be a human in this country. And that’s something we could all use.

    I know change is slow, and change takes time, but we’re all only droplets in the ocean, made of the same stuff, and it is our collective movement that has the power to turn the tide. It’s just that some of us are closer to the rocks than others: but the droplet far away from the rocks has no right to tell the droplets being smashed against the rocks that the rocks don’t exist, or aren’t as bad as the rocks elsewhere. Not that I would know how a water droplet ‘feels’ being smashed against a rock (and my English teacher would roll her eyes at this cringe-worthy use of anthropomorphism) but an analogy is an analogy.

    Everyone wants to belong. Everyone.


    • I can totally relate to what you’re saying. We (the millennial generation born/raised in NZ) have to try and at least stay positive since many of us are basically “stuck” here. Nothing is worse than being a stranger in both places, it’s as a friend I know calls it “double exile” where you are a stranger in your own country and in your host country. Nothing feels lonelier. I have never been to my parents country, but I know even though I speak the language fluently, I still speak slower, a little broken so any of my brethren easily recognise I was born/raised abroad. I’m too westernised to fit into the Middle East, but too Eastern to fit in NZ. I find it offensive when a Kiwi tells me or my father “we speak good English for foreigners”. Despite globalisation, I still cherish the positive aspects of Middle Eastern culture (food, hospitality, folklore, generosity etc) because it’s all I have left in life, NZ is so uncultured, unwelcoming (or welcoming on a superficial level) and alienating.

      I don’t see myself ever settling down, let alone having kids with any Kiwi (low IQ, uncultured people turn me off) or anyone else for that matter, but if I did have kids, I’d probably teach them Arabic, teach them the positive characteristics of Arab culture and probably homeschool them while letting them socialise with other quality people from decent families.

      Best wishes & I hope you find your niche too, one day. So we can finally find where we all belong.


    • It is quite shocking, the parallel universe. When I was young in the UK and I understand it was similar here, the Pubs would shut at 11 pm and you would go home to bed. Now with this all night drinking culture and people head into town at midnight preloaded. It worries me a lot now that I am a parent.


  10. Greetings!

    Firstly, I would like to express my deepest thanks and gratitude to E2NZ for constructing such a wonderful website that serves as a therapeutic and insightful outlet for thousands of extremely frustrated and disillusioned migrants who have been misled and deceived by misinformation, propaganda and empty promises of a utopian paradise.

    I accidentally stumbled on your website two days ago, and I have been hooked on it. All this time I thought that there was something was wrong with me I thought that I was crazy, insane and a failure in life. A big sigh of relief that I’m not alone and my experience is not unique.

    I come from a long line of highly educated intellectuals (four generations of university graduates, including all women in my mother’s generation having at least a university diploma/degree as well as working in my native country of origin). My ancestral roots are Middle Eastern, from a war-torn country but thanks to my grandfather’s wisdom and farsightedness, my parents left my country of origin years before any real shit started to hit the fan. My parents are both upper-middle class and UK higher educated with broad work experience all over the world. After finishing a contract in Southeast Asia, my father decided to migrate to NZ so me (6 years old at the time) and my brother to-be-born would have “a world class education with the best healthcare and a myriad of opportunities” to succeed and successfully serve our ‘new country’. Little did my parents realise was that they would be badly deceived by the false paradise utopian image of NZ that would potentially ruin their lives and the lives of their children.

    When I first arrived in NZ and was enrolled in a primary school in the mid 90s I absolutely hated it. Coming from a private school in Southeast Asia, we had so many printed workbooks and studied long hours, while in NZ we just played games and the teachers always picked on me and tried to bankrupt my father in some way, for example, my teacher told my father I had eye-sight and hearing problems and wasn’t attentive in her class – so my well-intentioned father spent hundreds of dollars trying to get me check ups and of course nothing was wrong with me. I was always ahead of my peers yet my report card and parent teacher meetings never seemed to reflect this. I was given average grades and this angered my parents. My dad used to always tell me that I have to work hard now otherwise I’ll suffer later in life, grades were everything and nothing else mattered. At school, nobody wanted to be my friend; my ‘friends’ were always two-faced locals from 90% dysfunctional families and my teachers absolutely hated me. Often when I confronted my teachers why they gave me average grades for attentiveness, they would reply that I looked incredibly bored in class… which was true, I always felt like I was in a mental prison, a concentration camp that was actively killing my brain cells and often I would find myself daydreaming and I would become disinterested in the lesson. To top it off, my biggest weakness was physical education (PE) and all the kids would make fun of me for being slow at running and not having the best motor skills.

    Throughout my education, I was repeatedly bullied (physically, emotionally, verbally etc.) and abused by my peers. My parents did not know what to do, because in their native country bullying does not exist (if anybody picked on anyone else’s children the bully would be beaten up by siblings, cousins or the parents would pick a fight with the teachers and principal). My parents used to often write complaint letters about the bullying and the teachers WERE WELL AWARE HOW STRICT MY FATHER WAS so they would twist things around and manipulate him into putting the blame on me. Then the teachers would confront the other students about it, they would deny it, side with them, even when the bullying occurred right in front of the teachers. I endured years of beatings from my father all for nothing. As a result of feeling disenfranchised in both my own home and at school, I have felt suicidal since I was 9. I began to lose interest in my studies, overachievement, excelling in life – this led to my overeating, prescription-drug abuse and being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and having frequent seizures throughout my adolescence.

    Luckily my father found a job elsewhere and I managed to get a break from NZ for a few years until about 4 years ago when we decided to come back and settle down again. I had just finished my Bachelors degree in Journalism and was looking for a job but had difficulty in doing so because I needed NZ references, at least 3 years work experience in my field. Not having a driving license was a hindrance, so I obtained my driving license and decided to do 3 months of voluntary work at a rest home to obtain work references in order to find a minimum-wage job via an agency to save money for a car and build up my CV and portfolio. About 2 years ago, I finally found a job and despite the fact I was kind, generous and great to my co-workers they were nice to my face, gave me tips to improve my efficiency at a dead-end job, but in-between that, they abused me, manipulated me and eventually exploited a misunderstanding between me and a so-called close friend to get me fired. Many times, I noticed my co-workers resented me so much for growing up in three continents, coming from a stable, caring, loving family, having a relatively nice (but old) car, dressing tastefully, how I can be physically attractive, single, unmarried/no kids and still living at home. I got so much crap for still living at home and being in my 20s – they failed to take into consideration that most millennials are underemployed, moving out is expensive and in my native country of origin all unmarried young people do not move out unless they are studying away from home, just married or have a well-paying job overseas.

    Meanwhile, my autistic brother who was previously attending a private British International school abroad (and doing very well in school) before we came back he was enrolled in a local high school, where he was severely bullied by his peers and manipulated by boys he thought were his ‘friends’. This led to him getting into a fight, which led to him being kicked out of school, he was even tasered by a deputy principal. My parents decided to home-school him, by that time, he lost complete interest in studies/hobbies, which led to him having a severe mental breakdown and being hospitalised.

    Our family has many other tales to tell about how we have been ripped off almost to the extent of being bankrupted by the crooks here in NZ. My family are in an unfortunate limbo with my parents being both of pension-aged, limited amount of savings, difficulty of moving, and my brother and I having no employment opportunities. Moving back to the Middle East is out of the question because it is simply unsafe and we would be easy targets for ethno-religious persecution, not to mention we are exiled and alienated in both NZ and our country of origin. The worst thing for my brother and I, is being ‘Kiwised’ – the Kiwi way of life is a contagious cancer that kills every last brain-cell and eventually you are stripped of any real sense of identity, industrious nature, a passion of providing meaningful service to the community as well as being an overall person with any sort of substance. I feel like my senses of passion, dreaming big and my overall spirits have been eternally crushed to the extent I have become so apathetic and deeply demotivated to do anything in life. I am keen to break free of this cycle ASAP to one day regain some sense of spirit to start a business from home to secure the very least something for my brother and I so we are at least able to carry on living here until we can finally move away in search of a fulfilling and meaningful nomadic life elsewhere.

    I have met many migrants who have asked me why my family chose NZ. Like most people on this forum, the reasons were good education, healthcare, transparency, and the clean, green, democratic, egalitarian image. Despite internalising my resentment for this country and its circus freak show of politicians, after years of brainwashing, a PC education and censoring any constructive criticism to contribute to NZ, I had become Kiwised to the extent I did my best to always defend this country and often found ways to justify its shortcomings to any foreigners or relatives who confronted me about them. Tall Poppy Syndrome is the worst here one of my ex-colleagues had come to NZ as a refugee with his wife and only child and his child was severely bullied to the extent she committed suicide yet the issue of bullying was quickly swept under the carpet and all we heard of it was gossip and fake pity. Similarly, on my way to work earlier this year the railway lines were closed and then we heard about a local woman leaving a note in her car and standing in front of a train to end her life. This was also quickly swept under the rug. Rest assured, I will definitely be passing on this wonderful website onto any foreigners I encounter looking to migrate to NZ who are still mesmerised by its glossy photo-shopped, airbrushed, deceitful, cunning and manipulative imagery.



    • Thank you for being brave enough to share your story with us.

      What are your plans now, do you intend to stay in New Zealand long term?


      • Unfortunately, I don’t have much choice but to stay in NZ because I need to look after my ageing parents… I always have to keep an eye out for them because they can easily be manipulated or ripped off in this country. We have lived in NZ for the last 20 years. I plan to start a small business from home and as soon as I have a chance to leave, I’ll take my brother and we will go. I don’t really have much choice tbh. The economic and social situations in the world are heading downhill anyway and shit is really about to hit the fan. Unfortunately several years ago my aunt, uncle and cousins decided to move here too, although they live 8 hours away from us, life is still lonely here, luckily my parents are asocial and don’t really go out much. Nobody here is really worth socialising with anyway and our migrant community is just as toxic too, so we avoid them as well.


      • Unfortunately, I don’t have much choice but to stay in NZ because I need to look after my ageing parents… I always have to keep an eye out for them because they can easily be manipulated or ripped off in this country. We have lived in NZ for the last 20 years. I plan to start a small business from home and as soon as I have a chance to leave, I’ll take my brother and we will go. I don’t really have much choice tbh. The economic and social situations in the world are heading downhill anyway and shit is really about to hit the fan. Unfortunately several years ago my aunt, uncle and cousins decided to move here too, although they live 8 hours away from us, life is still lonely here, luckily my parents are asocial and don’t really go out much. Nobody here is really worth socialising with anyway and our migrant community is just as toxic too, so we avoid them as well.


        • Stay positive. Things will get better. Don’t let them think it’s your fault because it’s not. This country is the problem. Just look at the signs. Put your energy in your family and business. Not in the society. It will consume your energy and well being. Your have proven that if there’s I will there is a way.


  11. Thanks Buddy! The 15’Th of December we will be leaving. Off to Australia. Doesn’t need explaining. Figured it’s worth the try. If for some reason we have to leave we will be heading back to EU. Not back to NZ.


  12. An EUREKA MOMENT has arrived! After Four years of hard work my wife and I are leaving the Godforsaken Shithole called Christ (Crime) church!!
    We are thankful the day arrived and we din’t got lured into having kids yet. For those who don’t know, if you get kids (how awsome that is in itself) in Nz you are sentenced for life because they don’t let you leave.
    A little summary of last weeks events: 1. two weeks ago on a parking space a group of young guys started fighting. I had to intervene because they would have hurt each other. 2. One week ago another group of pricks pulled there vehicle aside, turned there radio full on and shamelessly started kickboxing and showing of there manhood to the rest of the street. (It was 5:30 am.) 3. Yesterday and the day before I made Two appointments for selling our car with two different KIWIS. One was from a horrible place called Rolleston. The other from Riccarton. They both didn’t show up and didn’t awnsered my call. 4. Yesterday I went in a dairy and some fucking idiot on Methamphetamine slalommed in and almost attacked me because I looked at him when I walked by. (I’m not kidding.) More over two different cars of us has been scratched 3 times, 2 times car punctures. I’ve given up on calling the police when I see something. Rasistic Anti Semitic grafity. Neo Nazism. Now it appears the Caltex in Kaiapoi has been robbed but that may not need true.
    What the Fffff an awfull shithole this inbreeding retards. Glad we are OUTHAHERE!!



    The streets are wide here – wide and deserted. Nowadays you very rarely see children playing in the backyards or kicking balls in the driveways. Unlike Europe – we are ‘graced with space’ here – many of the sections (lots) in this town are half-an-acre.

    I remember when the sewerage system was put in here and I also remember the new water scheme. Prior to then we had existed on septic tanks and rain water (in the 1960s). The dairy factory (now years defunct – and part of the ‘other’ dairying epoch in our history) provided water for fire fighting and extra water for domestic use. There were no automatic telephones here then – you still had to go through an operator. People had ‘wash houses’ and ‘privies’ in their backyards. Even ‘in town’ people usually ran a few sheep for their own meat (‘killers’) which they grazed on vacant sections or on ‘the long acre’ – that vast expanse of no man’s land (quite common throughout New Zealand) which runs between the highway and private property.

    People also kept chickens, pigs, and had fruit trees and vegetable gardens. Housewives made jam and preserves to see their families through the winter. Monday was washing day and you always had shepherd’s pie for tea that night – made from the left over Sunday roast. It was a frugal, no-nonsense, hard-working, plain, and happy existence – even though it was very bland – but as a child you don’t really know about things like that. During those years we practically knew everyone in town and there were regular community get togethers – spring shows, sports and pet days, and amateur drama productions. Also families were functional units.

    There were a few Maori families here (who had all come from up North), a few Poms, and a few Dutch (‘tulip munchers’). Despite the blissfulness of it all there was however always that underlying feeling that I was a little different because my parents were immigrants (they had very much assimilated but nevertheless still did a few things a little differently). Plus (twice) I got time off school to go overseas with them. Something which no one had ever done before! Looking back I guess it was therefore not surprising that several children of European immigrants ended up marrying into the Maori families. Perhaps this was due to the fact we were all still ‘outsiders’ in some strange sort of a way?

    Today the town is a shithole. While this description smacks of negativity and ‘doom-and-gloom’ – it is however a reality. The demise of this – and so many other New Zealand small towns came about as a result of the neo-liberal policies of the fourth Labour Government (in the 1980s) and what was essentially ‘a changing world’. Major events which affected the town were the demise of the New Zealand Forest Service in 1986, the consolidation and downsizing of meat-processing, the removal of agricultural subsidies, the restructuring of railways and local government, and the closing of small town post offices and banks. I still remember the owner of the last car yard here saying to me “Life is what you make it!” Too true! Too true! Not surprising then that I bought a one-way ticket to London and never returned for over a decade…

    During my absence the disaffected and dispossessed began arriving here. With time they have populated a substantial part of the town. No jobs, no hope, and no future! Drugs are a problem here – as is alcohol abuse, depression, truancy, family violence, petty thievery, noise, unsociable behaviour. There are children here who can barely string two words together to have a conversation. ‘The next generation’ – borne of a group of people that economic reform, technology, and globalism simply left behind…

    There are however still people (mostly typical bourgeois-types) who live on the periphery of town (urban sprawl being such a constant feature of the New Zealand landscape) who claim they are ‘happy here’ and that the place is a paradise. This is maybe because they can bury themselves in all their Chinese-made possessions, escape to Queenstown regularly, and/or tune into the Rugby Channel on their massive plasma screen tvs – I don’t know… They who speak in grandiose tones about ‘Clean Green’ New Zealand and how hard they work… What a load of shit!

    Attitudes and behaviours exist right across New Zealand which you would not expect to find in a so-called ‘developed’ nation in the 21st century. Many bourgeois New Zealanders (who have usually never been anywhere outside of these remote islands – barring a drunken rugby trip to Australia) will dismissively say crime, violence, poverty, drug and alcohol abuse, racism, low social standards and behaviour, exploitation in the workplace, and bullying – are not ‘real’ problems here – “Look at America!” “Look at Britain!”…

    From my own experience however – one of the fundamental differences between New Zealand and other western countries is that in the larger nations these are localised problems – whereas in New Zealand they are pretty much systemic. Those of us who live ‘in’ small town New Zealand encounter these problems practically every day of our lives. The crux of the matter being that the kiwi establishment (and their bourgeoisie supporters) DENY they exist on such a ‘scale’…

    And blind acceptance is a sign
    Of stupid fools who stand in line…
    From the song EMI by Glen Matlock, Paul Cook, Steve Jones, & John Lydon

    Despite some of the worst poverty and homelessness – and the highest rate of family violence in the OECD – in the eyes of many kiwis New Zealand remains a land of unquestionable greatness (‘unquestionable’ being the key word here). All you need do is watch a news bulletin on one of the local television networks. The mighty All Blacks, kiwi this kiwi that… We thrashed the Poms! How many years, months, day, hours, and minutes is it since the Australians last won the Bledisloe Cup? The Yanks don’t know what they are doing in the Middle East! It’ll be great weather for a barbecue this weekend! Blahdy, blah, blah, blah… ‘Illusions of grandeur’ which you might have perhaps expected to find in Imperial Britain or the Confederate States of America. Under banners of ‘God’s Own Country’, the colour black, and the silver fern we march forward…

    ‘The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly – it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over ‘.
    Dr Josef Goebbels, German Propaganda Minister

    A nation needs hallmarks, events, milestones to perpetuate a myth. In the greater scheme of things – New Zealand had no Valley Forge, no storming of the Bastille, no guerrilla army of freedom fighters who freed the people from a Somoza or a Batista. A myth therefore had to be created by other means…

    In the early 1930s a New Zealand academic made some rather bizarre comments in a treatise he wrote on immigration (and the country as a whole). He started out by saying that due to New Zealand’s isolation its ‘peopling’ would be a slow process. This isolation would however help to exclude those who were un-enterprising and incompetent from its shores… Only those who were coastal people and unafraid of the sea would have the ability to make the journey: ‘Teutonic and Scandinavian peoples’… The distance of New Zealand from the old civilisations would therefore pretty much make it impossible for the country to be flooded with immigrants from ‘the centre and back-blocks of Europe’… ‘Those’ who have rapidly filled and ultimately embarrassed the United States. The long sea voyage would also reduce the entry of Orientals to a thin trickle – even without the Government having to legislate for this… The Dominion was therefore likely to remain ‘more British than Britain’… (Which came to mean ‘Better than the British’).

    He then went on to say how the New Zealand climate encourages open air life and open air exercise ALL year round… And New Zealand has the great advantage of lying across the latitudes – with a great variety of climatic zones – that type of climatic variation which tends to produce ‘a variety of human types for natural selection’… Producing muscular vitality in the people and low infant and general mortality rates… Supremely pastoral, a land of luxuriant pasturage and lofty mountains…

    When I first read this it made me think maybe New Zealand was once part of some weird and sinister Darwinian breeding programme! This treatise was after all written in the 1930s – a time when the science of eugenics was in vogue right across the western world (not only in Germany).

    Needless to say (in 2016) we do have our muscular heroes (the All Blacks – although a significant proportion of them are definitely not Teutonic!) and the ‘open air life’ has simply been rebranded as the ‘kiwi outdoor lifestyle’…

    From the perspective of where I live on the South Island – the ‘Kiwi Outdoor Lifestyle’ (which is constantly raved about in the media) is a total myth. Quite simply the changeable weather does not permit the spending of copious hours of leisure time out of doors along the lines of California, South Africa, and Australia.

    The weather is not an issue for me personally. Rain, wind, sleet and snow – I grew up with them all – and I’ve spent many a tramping trip soaked to the arse. I wear gumboots a lot and I encounter ‘mud’ on a daily basis throughout the winter months. As a recreational fisherman I always carry wet weather gear and woollies in the boot of my car. I also carry snow chains – which I have had occasion to use as late as October (here on the South Island). Unfortunately I don’t get the opportunity to prance up and down the beach all day in a thong! And barbecuing can be a ‘dine and dash’ experience! But then again I am not an immigrant who has been enticed here with the promise of a great outdoor lifestyle in a South Pacific sub-tropical paradise…

    Wind is pretty much a permanent feature of the climate throughout New Zealand – as is rain and ‘dampness’ (humidity is also common in the north). When the sun does come out it burns you very fast (a matter of minutes). Some kiwis get very defensive about ‘their’ weather and usually tell you how much better it is here than in the UK (even if they have never been there). This seems to be part of the ‘Better than Britain’ mentality. New Zealand is indeed more about ‘image’ than it is about ‘reality’.

    If the illusion is real
    Let them give you a ride
    If they got thunder appeal
    Let them be on your side…
    From the song ‘Let The Good Times Roll’ By Ric Ocasek

    When it does rain or get cold in God’s Own Country you don’t however moan (‘whinge’) about it – you simply ‘harden up’!

    A couple of summers ago I committed the cardinal sin of going to a barbecue in the middle of summer wearing a jacket (when the wind chill factor made it feel like it was zero degrees C). When I arrived I didn’t know everyone there so I made my way across the backyard –aiming to speak to a couple of familiar faces.

    As I was doing this I suddenly heard a voice: “Yuh cold?” “Yuh a soft cock or somethin’?”
    I subsequently looked round and there was this slovenly creature who resembled a complete Neanderthal – dressed in a pair of rugby shorts and jandals – standing in the very typical kiwi way of arms half-folded – holding a stubbie in one hand – sticking his guts out… I mean I didn’t even know the man… Ask yourself: Would any normal person say this to a complete stranger at a social gathering?

    To conclude: If you are a person who doesn’t mind living frugally and you don’t mind things second-hand then living in New Zealand won’t really be an issue for you. Also if you enjoy your own company, have the ability to tolerate rugby, don’t seek an Ibiza-style night life, and don’t mind cutting lots of firewood – then it will be even better…

    But if you are upwardly mobile – want to get on in business and/or a career – love partying, enlightened conversation, and social contact – enjoy things of a cultural nature (in the European and North American context) – and seek a reasonably priced well-insulated heated home – well, it may not be the place for you…

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  14. Nz has: 1) extremely High Living Cost and Low Wages. 2) Poor Job Opportunities. 3) Cold Uncomfortable houses. 4) Dangerous drivers and appalling road conditions. 5) Anxious Incestuous inhabitants. 6) Over strained public Services. 7) Unhealthy living conditions. 8) The Highest Suicidal Rate in the OECD. 9) Rude idiots in all levels of society. 10) Fly invested beaches. 11) Gangs 12) Meth Users. 13) High levels of Home and child Abuse. 14) 0ne in 7 children will develop an Lung disease. 15) Many people living in poverty, Children walk on the streets barefooted. 16) High Skin Cancer rates. 17) Toxic water supplies. 18) Earthquakes. 19) Tsunami danger. 20) Average Kiwi Thinks that Art is a type of Rugby Ball and Style is a Flag post. BUT…. NZ is very good in Marketing and Keeping up appearances for the rest of the world cause eeyyy mate.. We need them Tourist.. Fuck our own people. One piece of Advise: Go to Australia, Canada or Europe instead of NZ. It has the same to offer and even better. You will be delighted to meet Normal People!!


    • That was a lovely find. For the longest time I believed that people growing up to be quintessential “Chad Thundercocks” were actually encouraged and had their transgessions minimised so they could continue on a path of irresponsibility with the idea that somehow they “would do something great, of physicality”.
      Most of them, did not turn out that way, as an example, the rude dux I encountered – gave up her Olympic running “dream” completely after getting into some difficulty with continued training.
      (I believe that the rudeness I experienced was due to “sexual racism”, but I have feelers out for that very often).
      So yeah, thanks for the article, it confirms my suspicions.

      BTW many kiwis are “angered by it”.
      Seems in Godzone, criticism against it is criticising God …


  15. I really wish I could talk about these things frankly on my own blog but I run the risk that someone from my own work seeing it or someone I am friends with seeing it and them getting upset or offended. Such is the sensitivity of people here to negative comments about New Zealand. So much so that I feel I can only be understood by other people who have emigrated to Auckland and are living here too. The gripes from my friends who have come here to live / make a living are all the same as my own concerns about this place. It seems I’m not imagining all of this.

    Instead I feel comfortable to write about it here instead. Here are the things I have found to be frustrating about living here for these past two years. It’s for all of these reasons that I will be moving somewhere else.

    After going with my Polish partner to Poland in Lower Silesia, I can see that you can have a better life there than in New Zealand and we are making preparations to move to Poland. Yes believe it or not, Poland is on the up and up since joining the EU and the culture and lifestyle you can have there is just incredible. Here are the main reasons we are going to move.

    Expensive food
    Expensive rent
    Expensive to buy a house
    Shitty public transport that never comes on time
    Overcrowded and congested
    Terrible traffic
    Problems with violent crime
    Problems with drug and alcohol-related violent crime
    A massive gap between the rich living in the north shore and those living on the streets or in parts of south auckland.
    A chaotic and disorganised healthcare system with overstretched GPs and expensive medicines.
    A comparatively low average wage compared to other western countries
    Apathy to world events and global turmoils going on in other parts of the world
    The paranoia and hypersensitivity of local people when ever anybody criticises New Zealand.
    The lack of access to a variety of consumables and every day items here. Often there will be only 1 shop (in a main city) which can provide what you need for something specific like say a particular type of glue. That one shop will sell the item at a premium because its the only place that sells it.
    Poorly made clothing and shoes that is sold for exhorbitant prices, sometimes with a mark up of 200% even though it is clearly low quality and made in China.
    The anti-intellectualism of the media – the media only show stupid reality shows or fluffy news, there is no real current affairs program to talk about issues affecting every day people. There is no media outlet that properly holds anybody to account.
    The lack of diverse music culture here: On any given night in Melbourne or Berlin or London (where I’ve lived before) you can find every kind of music being played in pubs or venues all over the place. Not so in New Zealand – Ive found that every band is either reggae, rap or soul influenced – none of which interests me.
    The holding up of sportspeople as gods. (Although to be fair that’s a western culture thing, not a NZ thing).
    How Auckland is over populated and yet the rest of the country is practically empty- a planning or immigration fail…wtf?
    The bi-culturalism of the country: this ignores the fact that Asians are now as numerous as Maori but are yet invisible in the media and in social policy. A more outwardly looking and international country would honour people from other parts of the world who come here, but its like foreigners are invisible and ignored here (ostracised from kiwi social circles) and also in social policy.
    The now confirmed massive amounts of tax evasion here – and not surprisingly, the New Zealand media kept quiet about it and nobody in New Zealand really talks about it.
    How 1 in 3 children are living in poverty here. Just not right for a so-called developed country.

    The real irony is, now we have discovered that it’s possible to have a much higher quality of living in Poland – a former part of the Soviet Union compared to a so-called developed nation like New Zealand.


  16. I just want to get this off my chest so I’m writing this here.

    I am what people typically call a 1.5 generation Asian immigrant- I moved to NZ when I was just a little kid and grew up here. I had most of my primary, and all of my secondary and tertiary education in Auckland. I studied, got my job based on my degree, paid back my student loans and continued to work hard. But having graduated from the safety net of university, I finally started to witness racism in its raw and ugly state that is so deeply embedded in this society.

    Racism doesn’t have to be blatantly obvious.
    It’s always the subtle, little things that stay with me more.
    The constant looks that are definitely not from innocent curiosity- always these unfriendly, almost hostile stares that last far too long- at least 5 seconds or more until I stare right back at them- measuring me as if they’re trying to ask “you are clearly not a tourist… so what are you doing here in our community?”
    The awkward service when I go into shops and cafes, with people slowing down their speech as if they don’t expect me to understand English, even AFTER I respond in fluent English.

    It doesn’t matter to them that NZ has been my home for the last 20 years.
    It doesn’t matter to them that I am a tax-paying, hard-working individual.
    It doesn’t matter to them that I am a legal NZ citizen.
    It doesn’t matter to them the lack of belonging I feel in this country that is supposed to be my home.
    It doesn’t matter to them that they remind me again and again that I am a foreigner in this country.

    I explain all this to my European Kiwi partner, and he still struggles to understand. I can’t blame him.
    He did admit that before meeting me, he would never have noticed all the small gestures and looks that people throw at Asians, how Asians are portrayed in the media, the subtle difference in how Asians are treated in a company… just how racist NZ can be.

    I used to love NZ.
    But the hatred towards immigrants that has been growing steadily in recent years and the idea that Asians can be mistreated, verbally & physically abused that is spread across this country makes me so mad.
    Politicians don’t care about offending Asians. The media twists everything around so the public blames Asians for problems in NZ. Young teenagers are beating up Asian students and robbing them (but apparently this isn’t racially-motivated, according to the Council).
    More money gets invested in anti-bullying campaigns than anti-racism. Their favourite slogan “DON’T BE A BYSTANDER” doesn’t seem to apply when it comes to racial discrimination against Asians.
    When Asians voice their concerns or complaints we are told to shut up and stop being so precious. They say we should just deal with it because racism will always exist. They sure as hell don’t say that to victims of bullying, do they?

    I am technically a New Zealander. My passport says so. When people yell at me to “go back to my own country” there is literally no country to go back to. But there are many people here that will never accept me as a “true Kiwi” because I look Asian and I wasn’t born in NZ.
    Now I am always so full of anger and am constantly prepared for possible racist comments that get thrown at me, just so I can throw an appropriate response back. I am always on edge,
    My newly-found aggressiveness worries me.
    It also makes me incredibly sad.

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  17. State-Sanctioned Child Abuse: Junk Science of Parental Alienation Syndrome, PAS or Any Other Name by Which it is Known

    The New Zealand Health and Disability Commissioner has publicly supported the use of Parental Alienation Syndrome, “PAS” or Any Other Name by Which it is Known as a Framework for Determining the Best Interests of Children Involved in Custody Disputes in the New Zealand Family Court.

    Children’s Rights New Zealand is concerned at the support of the Commissioner of court-appointed New Zealand psychologists diagnosing and labelling children and protective parents [99% mothers] with an unrecognised condition

    “PAS” is not in the DSM V, rejected by the House of Lords, UK, the Australian Psychological Board, the Presidential Task Force of the American Psychological Association on Violence in the Family, the American Psychological Association, the American Bar and the National Council of Juvenile and Family Court Judges and the Australian Psychological Board.

    Children’s Rights New Zealand is concerned at the support by the Health and Disability Commissioner of this pro-paedophila oriented “pseudo-science” and the safeguarding risks to children disclosing abuse who are also involved in custody disputes in the New Zealand Family Court.

    Overview of Dr. Richard Gardner’s Opinions on Pedophilia and Child Sexual Abuse with this work continued on by Warshak after Gardner committed suicide:

    Claims of Gardner “PAS”
    •Older children may be helped to appreciate that sexual encounters between an adult and a child are not universally considered to be reprehensible acts.
    •If the sexual relationship is discovered, ” the child is likely to fabricate so that the adult will be blamed for the initiation”; Gardner, R.A. (1992).

    Claims of PAS are typically used to counter claims of domestic violence or child abuse and to reframe a child’s reaction to a parent who is alleged to have committed this abuse. PAS was claimed by Gardner in the 1990s. His “diagnostic criteria” focuses on the personalities of the parties rather than expert assessment of abuse or other reasons offered for child hostility to a parent. Therefore, only one conclusion is implied: that the protective parent [usually the mother] is manufacturing false allegations of abuse along with colluding with the child to destroy the parent-child relationship. Taken together the assertions of Gardner have the practical effect of subjugating abuse and putting children at risk of being re-abused through court-ordered contact.

    Parental Alienation Syndrome: 30 Years On and Still Junk Science: The Judges Journal, The American Bar Association

    National Council of Juvenile and Family Court Judges. A Judicial Guide to Child Safety in Custody Cases: The NCJFCJ finds PAS lacking in scientific merit, advising judges that based on evidentiary standards, “the court should not accept testimony regarding parental alienation syndrome, or ‘PAS.’

    Parental Alienation and the Daubert Standard: on Syndromes and Behaviors!A-Theory-Without-Science-Is-Wishful-Thinking

    Experts Warn About Dangers of Deprogramming Treatment

    Children’s Rights New Zealand is calling for an enquiry into the state-sanctioned abuse of children by the New Zealand Family Court through its continued support of court-appointed psychologists using “Parental Alienation Syndrome” as a framework with which to determine the best interests of children.

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  18. This caught my eye in the newspaper. In a week where there has been much fanfare about how lucky we are to live in NZ following the events in the USA and UK, I was surprised to learn that NZ banned the import of asbestos materials on Wednesday. This is an example of the Pros and Cons of NZ. In NZ we can feel safe in one area but we can be in complete ignorance of something else very dangerous. According to the article the UK was regulating asbestos in the 1930s.

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  19. there is a rewrite of the SOCIAL WELFARE ACT going on at the moment regarding taxpayer funded pensions unemployment benefits and sickness and disability benefits etc. called the Social Security REWRITE BILL…………but look what is happening to old age citizens and their old age pensions????here in GOD’S OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Web sites to keep looking at


  20. the illusion is very much alive here. they have forgotten to wake up or better they don’t want to wake up and continue to live the hobbit fantasy.
    this is why they are in so much favor of the socialists. NZ must be their favorite game

    they are being deceived by their own governments “nz owned and operated” don’t let me laugh ! they are literally the only country in the world saying crap like that. somebody should teach them an lesson !

    this is how they keep in power. keep the masses dumb. because there might be an immigrant who is awake and might change things around here and become an thread to to their power.



  21. I came across this site recently and I pretty much agree with nearly all of it. When I was in NZ no one seemed interested; many were in denial and most were too scared to talk about it, so I wrote about what I thought and felt.

    I recorded it in a book with a Foreword by Shane Warne . .”Searching in Secret New Zealand and Australia.”

    I salute the Bravery of the person behind this web site. It is good to know like minded people exist. Thanks . . .Wasyl Nimenko

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  22. It has certainly been blown out of proportion. One thing that I find in great use here that I haven’t really heard of elsewhere is restraining orders. I can think of several women in our wider circle who have restraining orders against their partners. This doesn’t seem to stop the partners showing up in the middle of the night and making threats. Kiwis often joke that there is no dating scene here, you get drunk, pick a person up in a bar, sleep with them that night and you are in a relationship. So no wonder there are relationship problems. I am trying to teach my children that this isn’t how it works in a lot of other countries around the world. In the ideal world, you have to pluck up the nerve to ask someone out and there is a degree of respect involved.


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