One of the first things GIS teaches you is confidence. A line appears on the screen cleanly, precisely and apparently without argument. You can zoom into it, measure it, colour it, calculate its area and print it at A0. Once information has travelled through a computer, it acquires a peculiar authority. It looks as though somebody, somewhere, must know exactly where it is and exactly what it means. One of the first things Māori claimant mapping taught me was almost the opposite. Historical land blocks did not always line up neatly with the modern cadastre. Old plans could disagree with one another. Rivers moved. Survey descriptions depended on natural features that had changed or disappeared. Names varied between sources. Areas written on historical records did not always agree with areas calculated by modern GIS. Sometimes a plan was missing altogether, and sometimes two apparently authoritative documents contradicted one another.
In one of the Northland mapping methodologies we had a wonderfully unfashionable description for this: State of Unknown. Rather than forcing the available information to produce an answer simply because the software was capable of drawing one, we recorded that the answer remained unresolved. At the time it was a practical classification for awkward historical geography. Over the next twenty years it became something closer to a professional philosophy. The temptation in GIS is always to resolve, align, categorise and complete. State of Unknown was a reminder that sometimes the more professional thing is to preserve the uncertainty.
What changed more slowly for me was the way I thought about the thing underneath the map. In conventional GIS the land can easily become a surface on which information is located. Parcels sit on it, roads cross it, rivers run through it and points are placed where events occurred. Working alongside Māori claimants, practitioners, researchers, iwi and hapū repeatedly challenged that habit. Whenua was not simply the backdrop to the information. It sat within relationships, whakapapa, occupation, memory, responsibility, history and identity. The map could help represent parts of those relationships, but it could not contain them all.
I am not Māori, and I do not claim to explain te ao Māori or speak for the people whose knowledge shaped the projects I worked on. My part in this history has been much more practical. I have built maps, recovered old plans, configured GIS systems, organised workshops, trained people, supported conferences, found data, developed resources, fixed broken things, produced programmes, dealt with government agencies and occasionally discovered that an ambitious twenty-first-century mapping project was being held together by a cardboard box of DVDs and somebody remembering where the extension lead had gone. What changed my practice was being in rooms where somebody else understood the place, history or meaning far better than I did and learning that the technical role was most useful when it supported that authority rather than competing with it.