Aotearoa 2023

A work of fiction
By Dave Mann

The eerie wailing sound echoing through the empty downtown wasteland of Auckland, the Republic of Aotearoa?s largest city, strangely resembled that country?s indigenous people?s singing. But I soon identified its source: it was the sound of the siren announcing the nightly citizens? curfew from the now abandoned Sky Tower. Like a call to prayer, but different, in a darker sort of way.

The impending destruction of New Zealand had only been recognised by a few commentators after the leader of an extreme minority (7%) party installed a Marxist government in 2017. In hindsight, it should have been obvious that this once prosperous and forward thinking little country was destined to fail. But the extent and speed of its failure has staggered even the most hardened of observers and social historians.

The demise started early when, upon seizing power, the Marxist/Green/Opportunist government moved immediately against the country?s own energy sector and banned all future oil and gas development. This sent a clear message which should have been too flagrant to ignore; but in the wake of this, things only got worse. The Marxists then enacted a series of punitive taxes and controls against the productive sector which effectively killed off the economy within eighteen months and a series of draconian ?climate? laws which closed down the farming industry and throttled the lives of even the non-productive members of society.

But probably the earliest warning signs were in the open corruption of their prime minister in moving to protect a convicted foreign drug dealing gang member and the blatant bribery emanating from a ?provincial growth fund? which was designed to buy the votes of the indigenous people.

These were the early signs of deep trouble, and since then the whole litany has been endlessly regurgitated by international commentators and it is too long to go into here. But suffice to say the prime minister?s resignation in 2020 and her subsequent appointment as the UN’s Gender Identity Commissioner didn?t do anything to give the newly named country any relief. The chaos of the Marxist/Green/Indigenous Alliance which then took control only served to make things worse.

I looked at the Venezuelan peacekeeper manning the barricade at the deserted and uncompleted light rail interchange and we exchanged nervous glances. He had seen it all before in Caracas years ago. Foreign ?peacekeeping? was now the only way for him to earn enough money to feed his family back home, where things were very similar to here. I silently turned away.

In the distance around the university area the familiar sound of gunfire could faintly be heard as night fell on this desperate benighted city that had once held such charm and hope.