The more I look into these matters the more I think that what happened to the baby happened for the same reason that land is taken, or cultural items… - Patricia Grace

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The more I look into these matters the more I think that what happened to the baby happened for the same reason that land is taken, or cultural items, or indigenous knowledge. It's a new area of colonisation.

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About Patricia Grace

Patricia Frances Grace (born 17 August 1937) is a New Zealand author of novels, short stories and children's books. She was the first female Māori writer to publish a collection of short stories, Waiariki (1975) and has since written seven novels, seven short-story collections, a non-fiction biography and an autobiography.

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Birth Name: Patricia Gunson
Alternative Names: Patricia Frances Grace Patricia Frances Gunson
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