It was this time last week that the good folk of the Upper Hauraki in my electorate were in a state of confusion and concern and worry because they had had COVID delivered to them—delivered to them, actually, by the Department of Corrections. There they were, a good community, a close-knit community, a small community, on the Auckland side of the Firth of Thames. In Mangatangi, in Kaiaua, in Miranda / Pūkorokoro—in that lovely area, that part of the Firth of Thames, they had had thrust upon them a bespoke level 4 lockdown. I listened to the Prime Minister deliver the bespoke level 4 lockdown to that community, and she made it sound as if it was a gift from upon high to those people—that they should somehow be grateful for the deliverance of a bespoke level 4 lockdown, once the Department of Corrections had delivered into their community a patched Black Power gang member, complete with a positive COVID case. Having infected members of the family and the whānau there, and pupils that had attended the local Mangatangi School, the community was thrust into this lockdown.