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woke one Sunday morning in Christchurch 30 years ago to loud knocking on my door.
It was a young Maori boy trying to escape 4 large skinheads .
I dragged him in and gave him a cup of tea and made him wait for a couple of hours until I was sure his assailants had gone.
There was no reason for the attack except the colour of his skin.
It was a young Maori boy trying to escape 4 large skinheads .
I dragged him in and gave him a cup of tea and made him wait for a couple of hours until I was sure his assailants had gone.
There was no reason for the attack except the colour of his skin.
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