Published in Overland Issue 219 Winter 2015 · Uncategorized Issue 219 Editorial team REGULARS Giovanni Tiso – Editorial Stephen Wright Alison Croggon Mel Campbell FEATURES Morgan Godfery Settled peacefully The stories told about our colonial histories Faisal Al-Asaad ‘In a rage almost all the time’ From Gaza to Ferguson John Clarke The things she did A eulogy Catriona MacLennan The ethics of defence Lawyers and rape trials Max Rashbrooke At a price A short history of free speech Nicky Hager Loose lips Working with whistleblowers Scott Hamilton ‘Pass the ta’e please’ Tonga after Futa Helu Anton Blank Change is the only constant On gay role models FICTION Jolisa Gracewood – Fiction editorial Tina Makereti – Monster Pip Adam – Zero hours Lawrence Patchett – Intruder POETRY Robert Sullivan – Poetry editorial Tulia Thompson Fruit bowl Airini Beautrais Flow Nicole Hawkins Māori dux Anna Jackson Call me Careo Ben Brown Red tiki Selina Tusitala Marsh Cumming Reihana Robinson Terra nullius Kiri Piahana-Wong Hiding Murray Edmond His poetry: a paragraph in its defence Apirana Taylor thank you pukana Rachel J Fenton Exhumed at Earth’s end ARTWORK Marian maguire Editorial team More by Editorial team › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 2 November 20242 November 2024 · Politics Donald Trump, or the Republican takeover of the Democratic Party Jeff Sparrow Since 2016, Trump has successfully remade the GOP in his own image, and, by so doing, pushed the centre of American politics further to the right, even to the extent of achieving the repeal of Roe v Wade (a long-held conservative dream). The current election illustrates that success. 1 November 20241 November 2024 · Fiction Grief for others Christopher Marcatili We found them after this year’s snowmelt. The dark, formless things. Looking like they’d been dredged up from some abyss. Had they fallen from the sky with the snow? Emerged from the crevices below? Had the ice metamorphosed, angry as we trampled it?
