I also think about how of course Ngāti Maru would be the last to come to the table—you were too busy manaaki-ing and looking after all our rebellious rangatira, and for that I mihi to you again. What we have is the love of a people who have arrived here, who have given everything they can to achieve this. We have—not once, not twice—three times attempted this. I want to mihi to Tainui Tukatoa; I want to mihi to Charlie Hohaia, whose son is here; I want to mihi to Poi Pue; Whata Pue—I wonder what he would think; and to Tamzyn, who as a 16-year-old fought to stop the last time with her typewriter gathered from a garage sale. I want to also mihi to Pue—Matua Pue Wakaruru. I want to mihi to all those photos on ngā rongo, the wall, who weren't able to see this today. What we have is a people who are so damn generous to this nation, they will come and do everything they can to make this happen. I want to also mihi to our negotiators, to their wives, to their children, to their hapū. I want to mihi to Holden, to Karl, to Jamie, to our grassroots fighter Anaru. I want to mihi to all of those on the side who championed them on when everyone else was sitting there looking at them: "What are you up to now, Māori?" 