Dirt-Biked-Out, Toxic-Smoked-Out & Stag-Testicles-in-the-Letterboxed-Out . . . It's Not What Your Rights Are In A Small Town Like Dannevirke (Nor What the Resource Management Act Says), It's WHO You Know . . . Or, In My Case, Who I DIDN'T.
I'm going to bring you this story in Parts across a number of weeks, as I begin publishing Local Government-related coverage, leading up to the October 2025 Local Elections.
It's important that you - as a ratepayer and someone who has to thrive (or in my case, just try to survive) in your local community - know WHO your local councillors are, and the sort of motivations and moral compass they have (or don't have).
In a true city-girl-comes-to-the-country horror story, I spent the five worst years of my life trying to survive - and almost, not surviving - the hell brought down upon me by the "family" (and their employees and mates) neighbouring my 11-acre Smith Road, Dannevirke "lifestyle" block who, in the manner of many small New Zealand towns, were multi-generational and large in number in the town:
"You'll never get the Council to do anything about it, with (name) as your neighbour. His family are in everything in this town" . . . I was told by an after-hours inspector who shouldn't have . . . and was never seen again.
SO . . . TO TARARUA DISTRICT COUNCILLORS & MANAGEMENT:
May you now squirm in your over-paid seats as I bring to light what you did to me . . . and (I believe) thought was hilarious, across five long and tortuous years when I was totally alone, deathly ill, and being taken closer, as each of those tortuous days passed, to being a statistic.
This is the story you never thought I was going to survive to be able to tell anyone. (Not that you thought it would do me any good if I did, since the 5D's are so well and alive throughout the levels of government - including the particularly useless Ombudsman's Office.)
Well, here's a heads-up of my intention to finally tell my story (in the multi-Part instalments in which I intend to bring it), and I'm not finishing until it's told - IN FULL. I'm going to publish my years of correspondence pleading with you to end the health-decimating torture, I'm going to upload all the audio recordings, and I'm going to give a full-blown, granular-detail commentary on your multitude of despicable antics (both at the individual and the organisational level) across that whole hideous five-year horror story.
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IN OTHER LOCAL GOVERNMENT COVERAGE:
Palmerston North Calling Wellington . . . Are You THERE?