TV Star with Māori Face Tattoo Shuts Down Haters in Epic Response!

A TV presenter with a traditional Māori face tattoo has calmly replied to negative comments from a viewer, proudly standing up for her cultural heritage and identity.

Facial tattoos often spark debates online. Some people think tattoos should only be on the body, while others understand and appreciate their cultural importance.

Oriini Kaipara, 41, made history when she became a newsreader for New Zealand’s Newshub. She is the first primetime TV news presenter to wear a moko kauae, a special facial tattoo for Māori women.

The Māori are the indigenous people of mainland New Zealand. They see moko kauae as important symbols of their heritage and identity. These tattoos, traditionally on the lips and chin, show a woman’s family ties, leadership, and honor her lineage, status, and abilities.

Oriini Kaipara. Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Despite receiving praise, one viewer named David expressed his dislike for Kaipara’s moko kauae in an email to Newshub.

He wrote, “We continue to object strongly to you using a Māori newsreader with a moku [moko] which is offensive and aggressive looking. A bad look. She also bursts into the Māori language which we do not understand. Stop it now,” according to the Daily Mail.

But Kaipara didn’t let David’s negative words stop her. She bravely shared screenshots of his messages on her Instagram story and responded calmly.

“Today I had enough. I responded. I never do that. I broke my own code and hit the send button,” she wrote on her Instagram story alongside a screenshot of David’s message.

Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Kaipara didn’t just share screenshots of David’s email, she also responded to him. She explained that his complaint wasn’t valid because she hadn’t broken any rules for TV.

She also corrected David’s spelling mistake. He called her tattoo a “moku” instead of “moko”.

In her email back to him, Kaipara said, “I think you don’t like how I look on TV. But tattoos and people with them aren’t scary or bad. We don’t deserve to be treated badly because of them.”

She asked him to stop complaining and to try to understand better. She even joked that maybe he should go back to the 1800s if he couldn’t accept people with tattoos.

Credit: Oriini Kaipara / Instagram.

Despite David’s negative words, Kaipara says she mostly gets nice comments, and mean ones are rare.

In an interview with the New Zealand Herald, Kaipara talked about how it’s important to have more Māori people in important jobs. She said, “The fact that my existence makes some people upset shows why we need more Māori people in every job.”

Kaipara’s calm response reminds us how important it is to be proud of who you are, even when people are mean. She’s inspiring others to be proud of themselves and stand up to unfair treatment.

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MY LITTLE DAUGHTER ANSWERED MY HUSBAND’S PHONE AND FORGOT TO HANG UP — THEN I OVERHEARD A WOMAN’S VOICE SAYING “DADDY AND I HAVE LOTS OF SECRETS”

The phone, still open on the counter, lay lifeless in my hand. Lisa, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, was humming a tune and playing with her dolls. But I was frozen, my blood running cold. The woman’s voice, smooth and amused, echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of a betrayal I couldn’t comprehend. “Daddy and I have lots of secrets.”

My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden silence in the house. What did it mean? Was Mark cheating on me? Was this some sort of game? Or was it something more sinister?

I glanced at the clock. 8:30 PM. He had said he’d be home by 7:00.

A wave of anger washed over me, quickly followed by a chilling fear. I had to know. I had to find out the truth.

Grabbing my keys, I slipped out of the house, my movements silent and swift. I followed his usual route, my eyes scanning the dimly lit streets, my heart pounding with a mixture of dread and determination.

I found him at “The Velvet Lounge,” a dimly lit jazz club I had never heard him mention before. He was sitting at a small table in the corner, his arm draped possessively around the woman’s shoulders. They were laughing, their faces close together, their bodies radiating an intimacy that made my blood run cold.

The woman, even more beautiful in person than her voice had suggested, turned her head as I entered the club. Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a mixture of amusement and contempt. Mark, his face flushed, looked up at me, his smile faltering.

“Sarah,” he stammered, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to find out what ‘secrets’ you and your… friend have been keeping from me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor running through it.

The woman, finally speaking, let out a low, melodious laugh. “Secrets? Darling, I think you’ve misunderstood. We’re just… friends. Old friends.”

“Old friends who meet in dimly lit jazz clubs and whisper secrets into each other’s ears?” I retorted, my voice rising.

Mark tried to intervene, but I cut him off. “Don’t bother, Mark. I heard it all. I heard her say, ‘Daddy and I have lots of secrets.'”

His face paled. “It was just a… a joke.”

“A joke that made my daughter feel uncomfortable?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “A joke that made me question everything I thought I knew about you?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

I turned and walked out, the sound of their hushed conversation fading behind me. The air outside was thick with the scent of rain and betrayal. My world, once filled with love and security, had shattered into a million pieces. As I drove home, the image of Mark and the other woman, their faces close together, their laughter echoing in the night, haunted me.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Lisa’s laughter. She was playing with her toys, oblivious to the storm that had erupted in our lives the night before. Looking at her innocent face, I knew I had to be strong. I had to protect her, to shield her from the pain and betrayal I was experiencing.

I would find a way to move on, to rebuild my life, to find happiness again. But the trust I had placed in my husband, the foundation of our marriage, had been irrevocably broken.

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