The Margins Review · Culture-Centered Approach

  Whiteness Knows How to Stick The far right didn't defeat antiracism. Liberal multiculturalism had already disarmed it — learning, along the way, to speak in the borrowed registers of mana, care, and decolonisation. Picture a boardroom. The table is mostly Pākehā, or it is a leadership group that has carefully arranged a few brown faces along its edges, the way you might arrange cushions. Someone, finally, says the difficult thing. They name the pattern. Who keeps getting hired. Who keeps getting promoted. Whose voice carries the room, and whose keeps getting "circled back to." And before the sentence is even finished, the chair leans in — warm, almost tender — to remind everyone that this is a mana-enhancing space. That we hold one another with manaakitanga here. That perhaps this feedback could be reframed . That the kōrero has become a little unsafe. And just like that, the room closes. The person who named the racism is now the problem. Not for what they said, ...

  The Ideology of Calling It Ideology Simeon Brown, the Medical Council, and the grammar of inversion There is a particular kind of political act that announces itself softly. No statute is repealed at midnight, no building is occupied, no official is marched from a ministry. Instead a letter is not written. A term lapses. A reappointment that majority professionals in the relevant world voted for and/or expected, that the law permitted, that the body itself anticipated, simply does not arrive. The quiet of it is the point. And so, in the middle of June 2026, New Zealand's Minister of Health, Simeon Brown, declined to reappoint Dr Rachelle Love (Ngāpuhi, Te Arawa), a Christchurch head and neck surgeon and the elected chair of the Medical Council, along with her deputy, Simon Watt, even though both remained eligible to serve. The council itself elects its leaders from among the members the minister appoints; remove the members, and the leadership disappears with them. It was, by t...

  What the Frightened Man Saw A fieldwork conversation, a photograph from a marae, and what a minority learns to read in the symbols a state agrees to stand beside. He was afraid before he had said anything worth being afraid of. We had been talking for a long time — the kind of fieldwork conversation that circles its subject for an hour before it lands — when he told me, a Muslim man of Indian origin, that the ideology he thought he had left behind had followed him here, to Aotearoa, and that it had begun to seep into the very institutions meant to keep him safe. I asked him what made him think so. He went quiet, and the temperature of the room changed. Evidence, for a man in his position, is not a neutral thing to hand across a table. To name what you have seen is to make yourself visible to it. After a while he reached not for a document but for a picture — a photograph taken on a marae, stored on his phone — and slid it toward me. Look , he said. Look who is standing there. I w...

  A Southern Grammar of Peace Amid the upheavals of this moment, the frontiers where China, India, and Pakistan meet still hold a buried vocabulary for connection. The work is to recover it from below. Every evening at the Wagah border, just before the sun goes down, two crowds gather to scream at each other across a painted line. On the Indian side at Attari, on the Pakistani side at Wagah, soldiers in fanned cockscomb headgear march toward a pair of iron gates, kick their boots higher than their heads, and lower their national flags in a choreography of furious symmetry. The crowds roar. Loudspeakers push the chants of one nation into the ears of the other. Then the gates clang shut and everyone goes home to dinner, cooked and eaten in the same Punjabi that is spoken on both sides of the wire. I have watched that ceremony. I have also watched the faces in the stands. What the spectacle performs is hatred. What it cannot hide is recognition. The people shouting across the line ...

  My statement delivered in ICA 2026 Oceania Hub. Aotearoa New Zealand.  For two days in Palmerston North, on land that tangata whenua never ceded, scholars and movement workers from Palestine and across the colonised world gathered under one banner: communicative equality against empire. We studied how voice is organised, who is made audible and who is made to disappear, how the infrastructures of speech are built to serve power. Then we turned to our own house. Silence in the face of empire is complicity. The Oceania Hub of the International Communication Association condemns the Executive Committee's prolonged institutional silence on the catastrophe in Palestine. For nearly two years after October 2023, as Gaza endured mass killing, forced displacement, the deliberate destruction of universities, hospitals, and entire knowledge ecosystems, and what numerous international legal authorities have named as genocide, the ICA's leadership chose strategic muteness. When a state...