The events of Te Maori unfolded on the world stage and also in the individual lives of so many thousands of people.
On the evening of 10 September 1984 I was preparing dinner in my kitchen in Brooklyn, New York. I had been living in the U.S. for more than a decade. But when I heard the karanga broadcast out from the television in the next room, it stopped me in my tracks.
Even though New York is a city of spectacle, it was unimaginable back in 1984 that an exhibition would open with a cultural ceremony at dawn, with a calling that rang out through the city streets. In my experience even as a New Zealander I had rarely witnessed this living Maori culture. The footage of that event was re-broadcast in every edition of the news over those first few days and impressed the hearts of so many of us who witnessed it.
I saw the exhibition then, and again in 1986 at Dunedin, by which time I had moved back here to live. As the exhibition banners unfurled outside Otago Museum I experienced a particularly personal connection to the title Te Hokinga Mai – the return home – under which Te Maori toured New Zealand.
Stephanie Lambert