I arrived in New Zealand, from Namibia, on 7 January 2000 and accepted sole citizenship here on 4 August 2004, having sworn allegiance to the Queen of England. Six years later, my long held belief in justice was shattered when, in the Family Court, the Judge told me that I was a liar while my greatest pride in life had always been my honesty. I walked out of the court room with no relatives to turn to, two children to be brave for, that night contemplating suicide – something that had never before even crossed my mind. I went through a 2 ½ year divorce battle, ripped apart by lawyers and judges and police, spending my days defending myself against false allegations fabricated for their financial gains. It was a book on Grief, which I stumbled across, that made me understand that I was not going crazy but that the loss of my identity, my network and my possessions, in one well crafted highly polished verdict, was to blame. Knowing the path and walking the path are two different things though, so it took me six years to rekindle my identity, rebuild my network and recreate my possessions. Over these past years, I learned that what happened to me happens to thousands of others every year, because, in the Crown legal system there has to be a winner and a loser. The winner then takes it all and the loser and children become state property used as political bargaining power by the governments of the day. I refused to accept this fate, abandoned social welfare and set out to bring about a new definition of justice. I also learned from sovereignty movements, sitting at their feet to listen, how what happened to me is what happened to their ancestors and them as a nation, through The Treaty of Waitangi – from my experience, today, a crime against humanity. I do not entertain blind obedience or blind commitment or blind loyalty, so I have come to renounce my allegiance to the Queen.