This photo was taken a few hours ago, right after the sun rose.
It is of a few of the kids, including my own, who are here all the time and who make this place more like a home than anything else could. Because of these guys and the others like them, I find that the thing that I am the very most grateful for, typically after the fourth Thursday in November, is not that we have enough to eat (present tense) but that always, we have managed to ensure that the family eats, everyday, even if it is just some saimin.
So, this means that I am very grateful for how resourceful we are, as a people, because if we were not, we would have died out a long time ago from starvation – NOT SYPHILIS FROM THE COLONISTS, at least not in this day and age, because medicine is modern (unless you are being treated by me…then you are getting help the old school way….)
Yes I have lots more to be grateful for, but food is a big one, seeing as to the reason how I, specifically, get it here and into this house and into those people in that photo.
To be grateful for things that we want all and only for ourselves is a beautiful thing but, when you have been able to be grateful for things that are enjoyed on the tangible plane but are tangible in the way that you cannot make those things be part of a collection (of trinkets) and when you are able to see past the things that hurt you (such as when your island born blood relations talk shit to you about you being 9th island – as if we had the choice to be born someplace else…assholes…) and made these times of the year a time that you reflect (and drink your memories into oblivion) on everything that you have gone through that hurt your soul (like my own fuckinʻ people talkinʻ shit, on the daily basis, as though that is going to make you and yours any less of a fuckinʻ douchebag for having talked shit…) and marred and scarred your psyche (from all da waha in da moutʻ) , even if it was a very long time ago (like fuckinʻ COLONIAL TIMES, YOU FOLKS…YOU FOLKS STILL REELING FROM COLONIAL TIMES- YEESH!) , and even- yes especially even if you are Tutu…. (who some used to know the guy who invented the horse drawn wagon…donʻt you drive a car or at least ride a Harley? THOSE THINGS HAVE MOTORS and ARE NOT COLONIAL…KEEP FUCKINʻ READING! YEESH!)
Yeah…oh yeah is this post about all of the things that I am seeing online, not only on social networks, but, I have received emails regarding the idea that there are still some of us who want to divide us. Now the big thing is calling Hawaii “My Mainland” when just a little while back, the one thing that no one from there wanted to have a thing to do with was that word, in relation to who they are as Hawaiians, let alone human beings, it was a sin of grand proportions to call anything and anyone from there “mainland” anything …
,,,and now you folks like talk shit…still like talk shit, as though you are not harming us who are ACTUAL MAINLAND HAWAIIANS WHO HAVE SPENT OUR LIVES FIGHTING FOR EQUALITY WITH YOU PEOPLE AND NOW LOOK…you gonʻ use what you disdained?
WHY??? THAT IS WHAT YOU TOLD US – that we are not you folks, but, now you use OUR words and the thing that make us particular to this place…as though it fuckinʻ applies to you and it DOES NOT – you could NOT hang here, and that is just because over here, we are actually GANGSTA…we fuckinʻ invented the shit…
Argue with me…go…go foʻ it…no can….no moʻ da ten freeway, the drive bys, the crackhouses that could take up the entire BLOCK where my Nana guys used to live
Please stop with the ugliness. We are a beautiful people and it makes it hard on us all – even you guys over there – when we choose to see what is not the same and you…SOME of you, chose, of all things, something that we cannot choose…
…that answer to the question… Where were ya born, mang? (Yeah – MANG…it is a MAINLAND TERM…ask a fuckinʻ actual homey and NOT SOMEONE ACTING LIKE THEY ARE…to explain…)
And yeah…I am just a little bit bugged about it, because the thing that I know, personally, that I refuse to do is hide my hubris behind words that not long ago, many of us would not even dare think. Now there are some calling it your ʻmainlandʻ and well, fine and good and all that other shit but, this also means that there is a trade to be made because once AGAIN you are DIVIDING US AND THIS PARTICULAR MAINLAND (for real kine even…from LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA) AUNTIE ainʻt havinʻ anymore of it WITHOUT having shit to say…
Seeing that I am part Portuguese…yʻall KNOW I have PLENTY to say, and frankly, just from all of those statements being made online, you are forgetting about us WHO ACTUALLY WERE BORN HERE – you hated us before, and now you are using the thing that you hated about us to make yourselves feel like you are somehow superior to us and you are so not.
You are forgetting that as much as you get offended by things that have nothing to do with you, we also get offended at things that have nothing to do with you, and well, THE MAINLAND UNLESS YOU ARE HAWAIIAN BORN HERE, BY RIGHT OF YOUR SAYING SO, has nothing to do with you WITHOUT US, including the use of a word that many of you behaved was way worse than the word “fuck” – “MAINLAND” – …THE 9th ISLAND BRAND OF HAWAIIANS.
When you talk shit like that, online, and you make it as though since it is that you were clever enough to use what words you used to use against us to empower yourselves…you are not better than those who came over and divided us back then, in the time of the colonists and you have never been – deal with it and the fact that you know this is the fuckinʻ truth.
I know that I am not making any friends this way but still…it hurts, and we are done hurting over stupid shit. I, specifically, am pau with your bullshit, and I, specifically, dare any one of you to try to stop me from making it known – YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN WE ARE, AND THAT WORD “MAINLAND” IS OURS and it applies to US. (THERE – how is THAT for division…you wanna argue with me? GO FOR IT, but, you are NOT GONNA WIN…I PROMISE)
I have a lot of love for my fellow Hawaiians, no matter where you are from, no matter what side of the ocean you hail from.
I have very little tolerance for ignorance, specifically the sort that is chosen and I keep wondering why it feels like no matter what, you need a common enemy and you need people to be moʻ bettah den and I am so sorry to enlighten you each and all who feel this fuckinʻ way….it ainʻt us.
Choose another group to hate and not the one with the same end result that you have- the right to be recognized as Hawaiians, regardless of where we were born and more, where it is that we CHOOSE to live our lives. You do not have the right to judge if you, yourselves, are not also willing to be judged as harshly. I asked some of my ohana over there and those guys ALL TOLD ME THAT THEY DO NOT LIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING because you are again dividing us, and if that is what you are doing – making nice with us til you get your way and then we can go fuck ourselves…in the famous words of the lead singer of Judas Priest – Youʻve got another thing cominʻ…
We ainʻt scared to stand and fight for us, but we ainʻt gonna fight with us FOR us because that puts others who want division in the lead, and well, no…no no fuck no is that gonna happen
Me and my Podaghee moutʻ will have none of it
Go…go try…not gonʻ work. I am still gonna be here, and I am still gonna make it known to the world, namely the world of the Kanaka Maoli THE WORLD OVER (so yeah…GET THE FUCK OVER IT – THIS THING WITH DIVIDING US…for FUCK SAKE already!) that we are NOT going to take this shit anymore, and it wonʻt matter who you are or who you think you are…we are here, in droves and we ainʻt gonna stop, we ainʻt gonna stand down…not for those for whom we fight and who continue to disdain us.
I did not spend the bulk of my almost 48 years on this planet teaching the old people in my life how to NOT be shitty people, let alone shitty Hawaiians.
I cannot imagine why anyone would WANT to be a shitty human being OR shitty Hawaiian person. I guess it is all they know but, guess what?
I KNOW MORE…
And so, too, do a whole LOT of us here, because we have HAD TO do it this way – we got tired, collectively, of the very few over there making life being a 9th Island Maoli somehow shameful, and it AINʻT. You and yours donʻt make us and ours. Us guys here are the same as you folks there and the moment that YOU ALL GET THIS MUCH STRAIGHT, UNDERSTOOD AND FUCKING ACCEPTED AS A TRUTH YOU DO NOT WANT TO ACCEPT…this is when you and me and all of us will see that thing called change in our culture. We fight so hard against being what the colonists wanted us to be, and here we are, a few us of, being the bitches that we care to be, by right of “I moʻ bettah den you ʻcause I stay born in da ʻAina” and if that is all youʻve got?
When we read those things, it hurts us, not just me – it hurts a whole lot of Hawaiian people who were born, raised and call the actual Mainland USA “Home.” That you will continue to disdain us and now, make it as if you have to take from us what you think the rest of the world has taken from you is the only thing that at least this mainland Auntie sees.
You want us to get over it, but, the truth is that you are not better than we are, and the thing that I see the most is that you want solidarity but you want it YOUR FUCKIN WAY and guess what?
We exist, too, and we are tired of hurting because you seem to refuse to accept that some of us actually LOVE our status as Mainland Hawaiians – who the hell else is going to be able to share our Maoli ways better than us, and here, in that place that a few of you STILL want to disdain, but seem to not see past that thing called a ZIP CODE?
To those who still want it this way, you actually need us….yeah, I said it, so damned well deal with it…you need us because we actually speak “mainland” and those who wish to keep us divided do not and would not come close to giving our brand of Aloha the way that it is pertinent to us, and pertinent but NOT WRONG ….
WE ARE US GUYS TOO – Rock and roll us….spa-going us…yoga doing, superfood eating, freeway speeding, middle-finger flipping, road raging and shit-talking when it matters, head banging, pop-locking, gay-barring, womensʻ rights protesting, Aloha-with-metal-horns-up-and-unconditional-love-not just because we can do it (because we are that bad ass)…KANAKA MAOLIS of the 9th ISLAND SORT
You canʻt be us, as much as we cannot be you, but, we can be unified…whether you want to accept or believe that is on you. All I can say is that for as long as at least I have been alive, there has been a lot of talk about forgetting this whole two sides of the ocean thing but not a lot from those who can make the difference in terms of making it that way globally. Not all of you talk shit, but, the ones who do act like we donʻt hear you
What I would like to know is when the hell it was that you were told it was okay to fuck with and bully your own people? Was it your father or your mother who he used to abuse, or was it your auntie who used to beat the shit out of you and talk shit afterwards, as though you deserved it?
Haha…yeah…we all have that one auntie, and we all have to clean the messes that the generations prior to ours made, and here are a whole lot of you preferring the mess, because somehow, that dented and WRONG perception of power of thought over other people within your ethnicity is like chocolate pie to a fat guy..ono, even though itʻs gonna make your okole that much bigger.
Still, some of you eat and eat and eat away at that pie as though somehow, you are not that same fat guy with the big okole…no, you are not…
Youʻre WORSE than he is
Believe it or not – that shit talking hurts us…a LOT
Things that hurt us as children, when those things go unchecked, become the things that haunt us and make us become the adults we are.
For a whole lot of us, this means that we had to not only endure those who were meant to teach us how to be Hawaiian also thought like a few of you still do – that no matter how Hawaiian we are, we will never be Hawaiians from over there, and that shit has to stop, and you donʻt have to stop it yourself or from you doing it, but, we wonʻt get closer to that goal of actual native recognition without it. You can fight that truth all you want, even until it gives you heart palpitations and high blood pressure – you still will only get as far as you have gotten thus far.
I am so sorry, but you need our help – otherwise, all you are doing is TALKING SHIT
Prove me otherwise…I implore you….and good luck with it because the thing that I am talking about is the thing that depends on who else hates people by right of their place of birth or residence.
The collective of adults that we are in this present time is being shown to the world in the manner that we choose to defend who we are and vilify who we are not, namely if who we are not are these people who we were expected to be. We end up fighting tooth and nail against an old hurt, against a time when it was that perhaps it is that we, alone, felt so hurt by the things that were said.
Here we are, in this time, where we want to believe that we are stronger than we ought to give ourselves credit for, and the things that we are saying out loud and in writing and in public is where it is that this is all being revealed. Within that revelation, you see, is your truth, a few of you, when you tell us, when you tell the world, that not only have you talked shit about things “Mainland” but you have chosen to give us here in the ACTUAL mainland another black fuckinʻ eye – did you really need to use our term?
It ainʻt like those who would talk shit are not talking shit now, not now that I have chosen to have the frikkinʻ “chick guavas” (called Podaghee moutʻ) it takes to make an entire group of people stop and take notice to the thing that is being denied, and the thing that is being denied are OUR EQUAL RIGHTS ON THE MAINLAND TO BE RECOGNIZED, as much as you folks there, want to also be recognized as KANAKA MAOLI – NATIVE HAWAIIANS.
You can and likely will see us still as broken, as the enemy, and all because YOU REFUSE TO WORK WITH US, believing that you will be able to change things through your divisiveness, and one that you make ours, us Kanaka Maoli here on the Mainland USA – or at least TRY REAL HARD TO make us feel like we are lesser than you who wanna keep this separation – you can fuckinʻ have it. .
You need an enemy…so you chose one that you know – other Hawaiians.
Like shooting fish in a barrel, yeah?
How fucking pathetic is THAT? (Yeah…I talk shit real good, donʻt I? I am a product of the actual ʻhood….hoodrat tita is what I am, and no, no you are not as hard ass as you wanna believe – no can…not with all that water around you. WTF else you wanna learn from us over here? That you ainʻt that bad ass unless you INCLUDE ALL OF US IN IT WITH YOU?)
We can say what we want to, in relation to who we are not, but until we feel like there is nothing left to fight against, we will fight, even when it is that the enemy is not “them” and not “us” but is the memory that keeps us there, in that place, where we are expected to just accept what has been given to us, for generations, and to believe those hurtful things.
Those hurtful things have no place in this energy called Aloha, no place for us to fit if what we are trying to do is to break those molds, those ways of being that for far too long and by those who are our own and in perceived power have bothered to try to make us believe.
When we choose to fight against that ….colonial…energy, rather than just living like we are not offended, living like we know who we are, we end up fucking ourselves up, and no matter who says what – we know who we are, and nothing that anyone else who is not us can make it so that we are those people who we have not ever been.
We can bother to no longer be bothered by the past, bother to not allow those who took from us, long before we were even born, to affect who we are – we have the right, the ability, the akamai to make things be way, way different, and way way better than they have ever been.
We have to want it. ALL OF US – EVEN THOSE OF YOU OVER THERE WHO THIS APPLIES TO – STOP HATING ON US because WE ARE NOT THE ENEMY AND DAMMIT LEAVE OUR HOMELAND AND EVERYTHING IT HAS BLESSED US HERE WITH ALONE – stop picking on your own people. Nothing good comes from it, or did nothing that the OHA has done, for a long time now, NOT TAUGHT YOU ALL THIS????
We have to want to NOT have the reason for posting that we are bothered by what others say and when it is that it is one of our own saying things that are so very hurtful and are posted as if we here on this side are not going to be hurt…it is just like when your auntie tells you that she got you a gift but you have to not use what is in the package unless she tells you that it is okay to do it. This is the same thing as now, when I read things about how shitty it is that people feel when other people make the assumptions that they will.
I get it if it is about lifestyle – that is no oneʻs business, and no one has the right to judge, but the thing is that when we go about defending that which has not a whole lot to do with us, personally, and we choose to go out into the world and take it upon ourselves that the thing that whoever it was posted was all about us alone….
I would keep on going but instead will just outright say it – Please… get the fuck over yourselves.
This is the reason why there is so fuckinʻ much hammajangs anymore…because some of us do not want the hatred to stop and they will say things about their unseen enemy, not realizing that their opinion is the thing that hurts and that when opinions are aired, it is wise to take caution and NOT offend people ON THIS SIDE OF THE WATER…there is a lot of work to do, still.
I will champion Aloha til the day that I am old, grey, forgetting my name and asking David who that strange person calling me “Mom” is….
My question to those who ought to know better….when the hell are you going to champion Aloha for real, and not keep it as something that we are not to give away and rather hang it over the heads of other people who share this same beautiful thing called “Being Hawaiian” with you?
When are you going to get over it and stop acting like you are not also talking to us, about us just because we are not there? When the hell are you going to STOP SEEING US – YOUR RACIAL OHANA….even though we are on this side of the ocean AS THE FUCKINʻ ENEMY and NOT BY OUR CHOICE BUT BY YOURS?…when the hell are you guys gonna knock your sorry shit off already?
Do we have to wait till you are dead? Do we have to wait until you have chosen that Aloha is NOT JUST FOR #ALLUSGUYS and when you keep it that way, you sour it. When you keep it that way, you make it die.
When you keep it that way, you make all those people who you say are liars and have no fuckinʻ clue about what is, and what is not our ability to KEEP HAWAII NATIVE…you steal that from us all, because you cannot get over your egotistical selves.
I said it.
Deal with it.
Somehow I am not certain that you are able to do this, as your pride and your perceived need to be right as opposed to proving us wrong is what is shown. Perhaps if you were to bother to fight with that thing called ALOHA and not your arrogance towards those not just like you….which is basically EVERY DAMNED HAWAIIAN PERSON ON THIS PLANET….when you show your arrogance, and you pick fights just because you are ass hurt over something…you are doing that shit to us all – including your sorry ass selves, and well, there are a lot of us who prefer to LOVE, and NOT DISDAIN…and why are you taking so long to know this much?
Why are you choosing to be lesser than, as a human, and ultimately as a person who represents Aloha...why the hell are you choosing to be nuha about it all still ? (Hell yeah I am nuha, but I have an actual reason) .What are you scared of and why? Why is it that we are the ones, still, through your unconscious slights to who we are, whilst you lump us all together in this conglomerated whole ?
The damage is real. You canʻt know what it is like to have others like you not think that you are like them – KANAKA and THE KIND THAT ARE TRUE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE VERY BONES OF OUR SOULS? WHEN THE HELL WERE YOU BETTER THAN WE ARE?
…and further..where the hell is your proof?
Let me show you how this is done…just in case you are too ….hard headed kine podaghee-type Kanaka to OPEN YOUR MINDS AND NOT YOUR DAMED MOUTHS
I guess that the reason that, for a long time now, I have chosen to write about major holidays the day after is for no other reason than the very tangible reason why it is that we celebrate the days that we do.
I have plenty to be grateful for, and those people in the photograph are part of the main reasons why I do what I do during those times in our lives when the next morning, very early, people who were sitting in chairs yesterday being all …good to each other….is over with.
…and over with by right of nothing more than that a whole lot of human type beings seem to think that the Aloha is only for show, only for holidays and only for those who were born into the Hawaiian Race.
That is unless you are talking about my house, which is my mom guysʻ house, which is the place where, no matter what, Aloha is the thing that is the very most important.
Not your fuckinʻ zip code or your damned place of birth.
Not how much blood quantum you get.
Not where your place is on the Hawaiian Homelands waiting list….
Not a damned thing outside of ourselves that can be counted in tangible measures OTHER THAN the ….beautiful thing that the people in this photo represent. There are a few people missing from it, as I mentioned, but, they are also a huge part of the reason why it is that I wait until after – even the very day after – any major holiday.
Without these guys (and the others NOT in this picture) I have no reason that I care to share with the world, in writing, and I have no reason to celebrate holidays, no reason to wake up at the butt crack of dawn on the fourth Thursday in November every year, no reason to make an effort to search for things that these people and the others like them who are not in the photo with them are desirous of.
While they are kids of the human sort, and while it is that this same thing is the truth of my Kuʻuipo (Hi Baby….muah) and of my keiki (both hanau and hanai) , my pals and those within the limits of my blood relations who I will do anything for (hui…cousins…howzit?), these kids of mine, their friends, my other half and my friends – the one thing that I KNOW we are the very most grateful for is the opportunity, year after year, not only to be with each other, but more – to be there for one another, even when it is not the holidays, and when it is not a time to celebrate.
This is the thing that a whole lot of us – even #AllUsGuys….sometimes, we forget about why it is that there are certain people who, if they are not with us when we celebrate, those times of the year will not be the same. Without those certain others, the gratitude is marred with disappointment and the disappointment is what permeates – not the Love. This is not because of anything that we have had to deal with – this is called human nature.
This is not a colonial thing, not a westernized USA thing…it is nothing calculable on a tangible scale of measurement.
It is, has always been, will always remain to be, that thing called Being Human
Too many people on this planet want to believe that in order to be of any good “thing” in anyoneʻs life, we have to do things that we would, at other times of the year, not do for or with them. This is the travesty that we, as Humans, as Hawaiian people, do not realize that we have allowed ourselves to fall prey to – hubris, a “moʻ bettah ʻden you” attitude, choosing to see differences rather than to celebrate why it is that we come together, every year, at these certain times.
In my case, it is what was given to me as a gift, now I can say, as a child, that are the very most precious things to me to recall when I see the people in the photograph being with one another in a celebratory manner. Yes, they do things like all other young people – they like to party, and they like to rock out, and they like to do those things that a whole lot of us Kanakas were taught to not do quite the same way because those things were “colonial” when in reality, those things are human being behaviors. (I donʻt care what you folks call Beer Pong, but, on my side of the water, the college kids call it this).
Just because the music being played is rock and not reggae it does not make it different. You have your island, and I honor it, and you have your ways, and I try to honor it, so long as it includes everyone within the scope of Ka Poʻe o Ka Wai.
When we are excluded, or when people on this side of the water read what we will about things that are not that great and that people who have gone over there to live, bring with them, it is like we are all being lumped together, simply by right of where we were born. I could go on to say a whole lot more but, then I would be as bad as any other person who doesnʻt realize that through their words of perceived strength, they are showing what is their truth in weakness….
Believe, please, that you do not have to be better than anyone, that you do not have to defend who you are by right of who you are not. I have repeated this mantra for years, and why it is that people still choose to disdain these words is beyond me
The only thing that I can think or will believe, based completely upon my own experiences with people who are so not willing to think of another way to be who they are without trying hard to slam on, shame or defile others, even those of us who share the same racial make up as anyone would….is that there is a lot more to do in terms of ridding ourselves of this thing called Self-Hatred.
And yeah you folks…you have to actually try it for it to work. You cannot be waha in the mouth about it. You have to live it.
If you want it to change, then live it.
Addahwize kuli kuli kou waha…
Yup…I said it, so deal with it….my Tutu Lady taught us all to know what that means….shut up, listen, do not judge and without saying it – above all #LIVEALOHA. My Nana was a native woman, born raised and lived there and whose physical self rests in peace in Honolulu. She was the greatest, Nana was, and she never ever got angry. She is my inspiration for a whole lot of things, but, the main thing is to not ever stop fighting for what is right, no matter who tells you that you are wrong. When you know that you are right, and you know that you are fighting for that which is the rightest thing in the world you fight and you fight and you do not give up.
Nana fought quietly.
I do not. She was proud of all us guys, her grandkids but she always held us girls in a special place in her heart, because she knew how much she went through as a girl, herself. She taught me these things – to fight with Aloha and conviction because love always wins.
From the way a lot of us, including myself at times, sadly with people across the water with whom I have so much in common, including the right to live as the Kanaka Maoli that we each and all are, treat one another, there are still some who are mouthing strength and writing weakness….
You make us all look weak and worried about what the rest of the world knows as Being Hawaiian. Putting your own energy signature on it is one thing and encouraged by us all but, placing us all into an energy that is still “You versus US” is eliminating everything that we all, as a collective whole, have been publicly fighting for, but, privately, in our own lives, we see the differences that exist and because we have allowed the plasticity in our brains to do the changes that they would need for us to think another way, we have, a lot of us, refused to stop ourselves from defending who we are, to perfect strangers even, when in regards to who we are as Hawaiians.
The hardest part is reading what we will, and still remaining filled with Aloha for a bunch of people who speak with their mouths “love and aloha” but through a lack of a better awareness of how their unconscious selves have handled the historical trauma that as Hawaiians, we all feel…the hardest part is reading things about MY MAINLAND versus YOURS
Knock it off already
We are family, dammit…fucking begin to act like it and stop going backwards. The only way that we clean this mess is to CLEAN IT UP AND NOT HAVE AN OPINION because it is your damned opinion that is keeping you and ultimately #ALLUSGUYS there in that place called “LESSER THAN” and I, for one, have had the hell enough of working my okole off to create unity, just so that a few fuckers can try hard to do away with it.
Here is some news…it ainʻt gonna happen. It has been tried, this whole, hate hate hate what is not like us ….it ainʻt gonna change a damned thing.
However, learning to think differently WILL.
We hail from royalty…act like it already.
Even though we hail from the Monarchy….still yet….
Still yet, we have to deal with ourselves as human beings, as well as Hawaiians, as well as island people an as people who are coming into our own as one of the greatest races that has ever even existed, even with all of the turmoil that our ʻAumakua have gone through. Without those folks going through all of that mess, we are not here and proud as hell, and we are not given the task of BEING Aloha, instead of only mouthing the word.
We can mouth the word all we want, can do like the world has done for generations and we can continue to be these people who we are not and continue to follow the footsteps that we were born to branch off from that path and forge our own, the Love and support of the history that we share and that is good and is all Aloha, all the time.
We can choose to still see what is not like us, even between one another, and we can perpetuate our hurt, allowing it to surface as anger (and yeah for this Auntie it is gonna be difficult because wild aunties – we only know how to be fierce and when we are mad holy crap but still – it is with purpose, for the most part…please keep reading…). We can keep reaching back to the times of the colonists, to that time in our ancestral history where it was that we fought them, then we fought ourselves because of them, and here we are now, the option to do neither of those things, so long as we understand that the more we cling to those things, the more that they exist.
We can do like we have for as long as our collective memory allows and we can make the tradition of seeing what is not the same be the thing that continues to guide us, as though we on this side of the ocean somehow are okay with the slighted words that are posted on every single social network the world has to offer, and we can continue to pretend to allow each other in our own an personal Hawaiian-ness and continue to limit ourselves and ultimately each other, by continuing to think that there are still those of us who are willingly, even though they do not realize that this is what they are doing – willingly, through the words posted about things that have nothing to do with Aloha, and everything to do with keeping us on this side of the water divided from you over there, and really, I am certain that your own familial Aumakua are, right now, either congratulating you for perpetuating the idea that we were robbed (thereby making the original colonists AND their descendants still having more power than we do) and that is the energy that we come from (already get limu on top, but….go..go argue with me…no can) …
Or, we can live up to that Aloha energy, live up to the idea that rather than continue to blame those who were born into the races that are not our own (and by our measure of allowing that pain to continue to be there, allow them still to have that control over all of us and make us feel, still, like we are not and never were a real people, a real race, and a force to be very well reckoned with) and we can bother to be phenomenal, even through the turmoil that collectively has been continually served to us with every passing generation that succeeds the last one.
Or we can see who we are in terms of a people, and realize that no matter where we are on this planet that we are, by and large, the people of Aloha, are Ka Poʻe O Ka Wai (yes…yes that is indeed a shameless self promotion of my latest book in progress…and we all ought to be so inclined to do it – promote ourselves….that, or we can find someone else to do what we are so good at, which is telling the world the truth about who we really are in the personal sense – nothing that makes a person feel like they are “less than” is done by outer means…so who are you tryinʻ to fool for real?….) and that we are a proud race of people who were placed on this planet and in this consciousness to promote healing the world through this mechanism called Aloha .
And more and more everyday, without a whole lot of us knowing, we are perpetuating the idea that other people are better than we are. We do this without knowing because we are so inclined to defend ourselves rather than to promote us. When we are willing to promote who we are, we will, on the collective level, be able to see past the hurts that too many of us still believe is the truth, even though back in the day, it was not what we would or could believe.
Back in the day, as is evidenced by the posts that I have seen on all the social networks, is that still, even in all of our collective rallying cry, there is still a whole lot that we have to do and more than that – we have plenty to be grateful for specifically as a native people.
We are who we are and blessed by Akua because of it. We are the people of the water, the people of Aloha and the people who are, by and large, here to prove this much. When we fight against what we are not, as the world would have us believe, and when we are more willing to see what is not there, versus what is there and will not ever not be and when we choose to fight as a whole instead of each other from each sideʻs shorelines, we will know what is the truth of solidarity.
Without Hawaiians, this Thing Called ALOHA does not exist, will have never existed.
Without us, there is no perpetuation of it.
Without us protecting it and making right those things that are not about us, things that the rest of the world, from a very early time, wanted to believe about us and then tried very hard to impress those energies onto us and even now, at this time in our lives, as we choose to see one another as we each and all truly are, we still fight against a thing that is not ours, was not ours, will not ever be ours, and that thing is called Self-Hatred. We, you folks, must stop this. We have a whole lot to be thankful for, regardless of where we each were born because wherever we are, Hawaii is there, too, and wherever we are, we have that moment in our time as human beings to make right, through our own self-awareness, those things that have crushed us, collectively, for many generations.
It is this generation of parents, the one called “X” that makes the difference. We were raised to be brilliant and strong, but we were not taught to be this way – we were made this way, perhaps through the things that people wanted to call “discipline” or maybe through the mechanism called time as it passes and slips through our hands and as it renews itself, again and again, showing up as other people as we live our lives, everyday, in hopes that we are just a little bit better as ourselves, everyday that we live and breathe. We have, by and large, chosen to no longer hurt over the things that we, ourselves, did not cause but were expected to keep as the “thing” that was common among us – that thing called hatred.
And there is no one who will tell me that I am wrong, not after a lifetime of telling others who have the same texture of hair that I do, who do not burn in the sun but turn a far lovelier shade of beautiful after a few moments splashing around in the grand Pacific, who is going to convince me that it was something that collectively, the parents within that group marked “X”, no longer wanted. We did not want our kids to know that being part of Ka Poʻe o Ka Wai – The People of The Water…meant that they had penance to pay for things and sins of the past that not even we, as their parents, committed…we did not want them to suffer more, not for the things that we, ourselves, would never carry on into the future. We chose, silently, albeit together, as a loving whole, decided that enough is enough.
We will continue to show the world, through our hapa children, that living in Aloha and that Being Hawaiian is far more than just blood quantum…it is a lifestyle and a birthright.
To Be Hawaiian is a beautiful thing.
To be tasked with the furthering of the Aloha energy and to raise the consciousness of an entire generation, the one that calls us “Mom” and “Dadʻ….this is the most important thing in our culture – to remember that we have a lot to be grateful for, to live in the energy and the light that is being Kanaka Maoli and tasked with the Kuleana to BE THE ALOHA and not just mouth the word. We have, by right of our ability to perpetuate the Human Race, made ourselves able to change this marred version of Aloha and create a new one that is global and includes #AllUsGuys, no matter what
You can continue to divide, but, then you would just be buying in to the idea that it is the settlers who came and made us right, by right of their god, and their ways, and who they were versus who we were not.
You can go on out there, into your own world, be the rock star that you are, and make the perpetuation of the Aloha Lifestyle…not just the energy…the thing that prevails….
That photo proves to the world that Aloha prevails wherever me and my ohana, hanau, hanai, whatevahs….Aloha prevails when we allow it
When we block it, I end up writing novel length blog posts….
All I am saying, guys, is seriously try it…try living in the energy that is pure Aloha, the kind that allows everyone in. Leave your ego behind….
And for once in your life….
Try BEING the Aloha you want to see in the world…
…then, like I have, you can take a photograph of that thing called ALOHA IN ACTION, no matter who does or does not have Hawaiian blood
It is not the amount of blood in the veins, and neither the family tree you boast as yours, because none of that shit matters.
Try think this way, yeah?
Will you, when you leave this lifetime, be recalled as a good HAWAIIAN, or, will you be one who is recalled, fondly, for being the one who chose to live, to give, to BE the Aloha, not only in the lives of others, neither in that of those who would come up against you, even if they are your own….
….but for you?
I know that I will be remembered as the most….Hawaiian…9th Island Auntie, of the wildest sort….because Motley Crue is a thing, and head bangin is a thing…as much as is the truth of Aloha within me, to be a VERY PROUD HAWAIIAN AT ALL TIMES AND AT ALL COSTS
I am a credit to my race, metal horns up, screaminʻ and jamminʻ and stomping my bare 9th island Maoli feet…no matter who thinks otherwise
It is your right
Donʻt abuse it
The world is waiting for you….stop limiting yourself, and your opportunity to right the wrongs of so many generations. Be the Aloha that you wish to have in your life
Simple words, but powerful, none the less….
Simply and only BE THE ALOHA
The rest will just follow