I don't think I've had a meal since I heard the news. I've definitely eaten, but I don't have the organisational skills to buy takeaways right now, let alone cook.
I've spent far too much of my life at the house you've seen being broken into time after time. I know some of those arrested. I love and care for some, and actively dislike others.
There's so much I want to write about. I am so angry at the police right now. They set up their check point across the confiscation line and then searched a school bus.
I'm prevented from writing by exhaustion and suppression orders. It has upset me how quick to judge some are, repeating the outright lies of the media (the Slum Post* headline).
So just snippets of what I remember:
We appeared, after seeing it in the media, or getting a text message. By 2pm there were dozens of us waiting at the district court. We listened as names were read out over the indistinct loud-speaker, traded rumours and tried to avoid the media.
When we finally heard the names we were waiting for everyone rushed to get into court. I'd left my bag (with my precious knitting) so was at the end and helped bring the Frog (a baby I know and love) into the court. To encourage him to come I told him we could go see Thomas (a pseudonym for one of the defendants).
It was such a relief to see them all. I listened to hard while I was trying to figure out what was going on.
"Hi, Thomas" - the Frog had chosen a very quiet moment to make himself heard. The judge looked over his glasses, scanning the courtroom, as if it was a very long time since he'd heard a child.
"Remove that child."
Later when we all waved simultaneously as the defendants left, he called what we did an unseemly display and threatened to clear the court.
Someone was reading from Stuff: "Activists from all around the country represented a diverse group of causes, but they were going to co-ordinate one day where they all took action."
"They don't know us very well do they?"
I listened to Checkpoint while driving:
In other news a man has been granted bail after being charged of serially raping prostitutes**********
I sort through a pile of books to take to jail, trying to figure out what to give to who. "Do you think sending a copy of Making Peoples will amuse anyone but me?"
I've just learned that the person in Auckland who had been granted bail had had it revoked. I want them to let my friends go.
* Just writing that makes me sad. The person I know who uses the phrase "slum post" most regularly is in Arohata right now.