I referenced Whatitiri earlier as one of my maunga. Whatitiri is the word for thunder, and the reason it is called Thunder Mountain was because the kūkupa, or kererū, were so abundant that when they collectively flapped their wings, it was like thunder. Now it is silent up there. All the trees have been chopped down—environmental devastation. This silence is what happens when we do not remember our history, when we view events as isolated occasions and not part of the wider arc of colonisation. This dispossession of indigenous peoples correlates directly with the environmental destruction of those lands, and I stand and continue to stand with indigenous brothers and sisters from the Arctic to the Amazon to Australia, across Turtle Island, as we push back against extractive industries and against the destruction of this planet.