Then there is the story of the waka, the song "Ka Eke ki Wairaka" with the line—but now I go back to my own country. The story of the hot springs brought from Hawaiki by Ngātoroirangi and his sisters Te Hoata and Te Pupu, so that Tongariro could erupt and warm my skin. It has been a long time that Rangitihi has been spun round and round, just like our ancestor Tama-te-Kapua was in the throat of the whirlpool of Parata. According to Rangitihi it is the throat of the Government—the Government who grasps land, 240,000 hectares of it. The Government that appropriates villages, shown by the dilapidation of the villages of Rangitihi over many years. A Government that exploits people through lack of work, and those that died in the New Zealand Wars and the World Wars. A Government that destroys customary practices, the loss of our language, practices and stories. Although not everything has been returned it is a beginning—it is just a beginning. Let the remaining 99 percent be left for the future generations to fight for.