I thought I would do something different this week and respond to females being oppressed. This is a response to the following video that Esther showed in class the other day about female film makers. I will just be writing an analysis about how Female Pasifika people aren't featured much in movies and TV shows.
Pacific shorts in the New Zealand Film Festival:
While watching the video, I couldn't help but notice that these female filmmakers only managed to make "short film" rather than feature length ones. I then started to realize that in general, Pacifika females in general are not represented in many TV show/movies, if I were to think of ones from the top of my head.
A famous example of a TV show that gained national exposure is of course bro'Town. This show was created by The Naked Samoans (all male) and the main lead characters were all boys.
I think that Maori females have better representation in popular culture with Keisha Castle Hughes making it big with Whale Rider where she got nominated for an Academy Award. There's also the Maori actress Rena Owen who starred in Once Were Warriors and even managed to snag a bit-part in Star Wars: Episode II.
Pasifika males I feel have made it "big" so to speak. The most famous Samoan (or Pacific Islander) ever is probably Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Not only did he become a famous professional wrestler, he's now one of the most recognizable people in the world now that he has become a Hollywood actor.
The only Pasifika women I know that are on TV right now are two actresses from Shortland Street. One is Frankie Adams (who plays Ula) and the other is Teuila Blakely (who plays Vasa). Shortland Street has always been a good show that portrays characters from many different cultures. Sadly though, these are the only two Pasifika actresses I know that are on TV right now.
However, I do feel that Pasifika females are better represented in NZ's music industry than they are in the TV/Movie one. Ladi 6 is of Samoan descent and has lots of songs that were in the NZ charts. Not to mention she will be playing at the 2014 Big Day Out. Another Samoan singer that has been quite successful in her career is Aaaradnha.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Where I'm From
Where I'm From
I am more than just a yellow face
"Oh another Asian"
"He's foreign"
"He can't speak English"
Have I already been put in place?
"He must be from China?"
"He must be from Korea?"
"He must be from Vietnam?"
"No, Japan, perhaps?"
That's not where I'm from
I've never seen my motherland
I've never seen the great walls
I've never seen the temples
the towns, cities or malls
It's not where I'm from
I was raised in New Zealand
I was raised in South Auckland
Mangere
Papatoetoe
Manurewa
I was raised on dollar chips
I was raised on spray cans
Graffiti
Slang
Rap and Hip Hop
Am I just a foreigner?
No
Am I just a tourist?
No
Am I just a china man?
No
I am a kiwi
I'm from New Zealand
This is where I'm from
I am more than just a yellow face
"Oh another Asian"
"He's foreign"
"He can't speak English"
Have I already been put in place?
"He must be from China?"
"He must be from Korea?"
"He must be from Vietnam?"
"No, Japan, perhaps?"
That's not where I'm from
I've never seen my motherland
I've never seen the great walls
I've never seen the temples
the towns, cities or malls
It's not where I'm from
I was raised in New Zealand
I was raised in South Auckland
Mangere
Papatoetoe
Manurewa
I was raised on dollar chips
I was raised on spray cans
Graffiti
Slang
Rap and Hip Hop
Am I just a foreigner?
No
Am I just a tourist?
No
Am I just a china man?
No
I am a kiwi
I'm from New Zealand
This is where I'm from
Monday, August 19, 2013
Shams' Identity Response- DRAFT
By now I should know what shade of red my blood is
To represent who I am in a world full of uncertainty
And to keep my grandmother's blood running through generations
I used to be ashamed to never have been able to keep up with the culture
My mother tells me
'You used to sit on your baby chair and grandma would make you Dolma, how can you not remember?'
My father asks me
'What do you know about your country? About your culture?'
My sister mocks me
'You wouldn't remember because you were too young'
My brother insults me
'You don't know how to speak Arabic; I'll speak in English so you can understand'
For the most part,
They are right.
I don't remember very much of my grandparents
I don't know much about my country's history
I was too young to remember everything
I don't understand Arabic to the extent that my family does
But I have been privileged to meet my existing family on the other side of the world
To have parents that educate me about my culture on a daily basis
To have photographs and videos of my past
And to have the ability to understand, let alone, speak the language of my ancestors
To represent who I am in a world full of uncertainty
And to keep my grandmother's blood running through generations
I used to be ashamed to never have been able to keep up with the culture
My mother tells me
'You used to sit on your baby chair and grandma would make you Dolma, how can you not remember?'
My father asks me
'What do you know about your country? About your culture?'
My sister mocks me
'You wouldn't remember because you were too young'
My brother insults me
'You don't know how to speak Arabic; I'll speak in English so you can understand'
For the most part,
They are right.
I don't remember very much of my grandparents
I don't know much about my country's history
I was too young to remember everything
I don't understand Arabic to the extent that my family does
But I have been privileged to meet my existing family on the other side of the world
To have parents that educate me about my culture on a daily basis
To have photographs and videos of my past
And to have the ability to understand, let alone, speak the language of my ancestors
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
I Knwo Who I am- Wild Dogs Under My Skirt (Seminar brief #2)
Dear MAMA
I am your
daughter
Why is it
so hard for our people to believe?
Dear MAMA
My skin
may be white
But who
are they to judge my colour
Who are
they to question
Our God’s
creation
Dear MAMA
My hair
is brown
My eyes
are brown
But it
does not mean they can judge what I’m proud of
Dear MAMA
They say
I’m funny
Talk
funny
Look
funny
Laugh
funny
But yet
why don’t I feel embarrass
Instead I’m
always happy
Dear MAMA
I may not
speak your language
I may not
act like you
I may not
walk like you
I may not
talk like you
But I
am damn proud to rep my culture
Monday, August 12, 2013
Damian Seeto - Colour Blind
What I really am is just not what you see
Just because I am half brown and white
Doesn't mean I am from the side of dark or light
I am who I want to be
My brown family think I look funny because I'm more pale
My white family think I look funny because I am more wide
It shouldn't be about choosing one side
I am who I want to be and aspire at study at Yale
What is wrong about being mixed?
It feels like society labels me as taboo
This makes me think that most people always act like poo
To those that look down upon me, I think they're all dicks.
The world should judge people by actions not color
If this was the case
It would be a more happier place
This is what I was taught by my brown father and white mother
We are all human beings and should all live in peace
Whether you are one race, two races or more
Or even if you are rich or poor
I will repeat and say we should all live in peace
Just because I am half brown and white
Doesn't mean I am from the side of dark or light
I am who I want to be
My brown family think I look funny because I'm more pale
My white family think I look funny because I am more wide
It shouldn't be about choosing one side
I am who I want to be and aspire at study at Yale
What is wrong about being mixed?
It feels like society labels me as taboo
This makes me think that most people always act like poo
To those that look down upon me, I think they're all dicks.
The world should judge people by actions not color
If this was the case
It would be a more happier place
This is what I was taught by my brown father and white mother
We are all human beings and should all live in peace
Whether you are one race, two races or more
Or even if you are rich or poor
I will repeat and say we should all live in peace
Identity response.
Identity has always been that weird aspect.
A concept of uniqueness and freedom of
personality.
A uniqueness that's grouped with thousands
of others.
Unfortunately, that's just reality.
But me?
I just want to be free.
I just want to be free.
They say my ethnicity
creates my identity.
That your background
creates your foreground.
Can't you see that this isn't me?
I speak Nihongo.
I speak Nihongo.
Grew up with Bushido,
I understand the complexities
Of Musashi's Go Rin No Sho
I understand the complexities
Of Musashi's Go Rin No Sho
But I don't think I'm Japanese.
People been running their mouths,
People been running their mouths,
saying only if you speak your mother
tongue,
then part of your culture you become.
Are you telling me, that I speak European?
I guess it's true,
Yo hablo un poco espanol too, Muy bein.
So no me pongas en una caja
con las personas que no son de mi propia.
I guess it's true,
Yo hablo un poco espanol too, Muy bein.
So no me pongas en una caja
con las personas que no son de mi propia.
I don't even remember Spain,
I was there for four days when I was ten.
I was there for four days when I was ten.
My parents aren't spanish,
Their parents aren't spanish.
So what do I need to do,
to make my European title vanish?
Their parents aren't spanish.
So what do I need to do,
to make my European title vanish?
I just want to be me,
a kiwi.
a kiwi.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Don't Question My Identity - in response to Wild Dogs Under My Skirt
I am a full- blooded Samoan
I cannot
speak the language
I was born
in the Island
When I
was only 6 years old
I migrated
to the land of milk and honey
My own
people
Pacifica
people
Discriminate
my colour
My mother
tongue that I cannot discover
Questioning
my identity
Questioning
my ancestors
Judging
every move I make
Feeling
disappointed
Feeling
abandoned by my own people
Feeling
lost
But for
whatever cost
I strive
to prove who I am
To be
known as a Samoan girl
Who I am
My
identity
My
ancestors
Who
fought with your ancestors
For our independent
during the colonisation
To prove
I’m your daughter
Here’s my
offer
Strike me
with your sharp chisel
Strike me
with your hammer
Imprinted
my thighs
Let the
dark ink
Combine
with my blood
As I will
let go of
My body
My mind
My soul
To prove
that I am
Your
daughter
The proud
one
The may
be weak
But
supposedly strong
Accept me
as who I am
Because I am a full blooded Samoan
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