It’s hard for me to stay on task right now, in terms of this blog. I told myself that this year I needed to write more and to share what I research. I also wanted to exercise discipline by choosing a theme each month to explore. This month (Theme 1) I’ve been lightly sharing my view on the current state of the Islands of Hawai’i and let it be know that I believe that Hawai’i is for Hawaiians. Period. I hope I did my mother good by exposing some of the injustices happening there, today… it’s not all hula skirts and puka shells, contrary to the propaganda.
Queen Liliuokalani, by Tuffgyal808
With that said I need to shift gears to focus my father’s ancestors.
Black and Brown people are getting gunned down by Police every day. I am reading numerous articles and watching countless video of us dying. More and more of the conscious seem outraged and the peoples voice is getting louder. From Black Lives Matter to Say Her Name, people are not tolerating the bullshit force fed to us by our government anymore. And I vow to myself that they will not desensitize me to the daily brutality. Yes, I’m off task but then I look at who the colonizers are and I see that on both sides of my bloodline we fight a common enemy. I may no longer be on the front line these days, admittedly motherhood changed me in that sense of never wanting to be taken from her (or vice versa) so I protest through my dance and poetry and photography and voice. And I stand in solidarity with all those rising up in our nation against this hateful system trained to kill us, instead of protect us.. build with us.. learn from us.
Hawaiians, like a lot of Islanders, are connected to the ocean and not just for recreation but spiritually which makes sense that we are the inventors of surfing. Fortunately there are many surfers of color, world wide, contrary to what the white surf magazines portray and one worth mentioning is Eddie Aikau, a well-known Hawaiian lifeguard and big wave surfer. In 1978, the Polynesian Voyaging Society was seeking volunteers for a 30-day, 2,500-mile journey to follow the ancient route of migration between Hawai’i and Tahiti, and Eddie was chosen to become one of the crew members. The Hokule’a left the Hawaiian islands on March 16, 1978 in storm like conditions. The double-hulled voyaging canoe developed a leak and later capsized about twelve miles south of Molokai. In an attempt to get help, Eddie paddled toward Lanai on his surfboard and was never seen again.
This is his story. This is our story. Kanaka Maoli Pride ❤
This is Hōkūle`a.
Quick clarity moment:
Just because you live(d) in Hawai’i does not make you Native Hawaiian. I don’t care if you resided there for 1 month or 10 generations. Native Hawaiian is a culture of people, just like Italians, Nigerians, Japanese, etc. Native Hawaiians are nothing like being from a state (Californian, New Yorker, Texan, etc) because numerous cultures can reside in a state and not lose their heritage. Again, Native Hawaiian is an actual Nation of Brown Indigenous people that lived on the Islands of Hawai’i hundreds of years before haoles accidentally found us and began their illegal land grab that has never stopped. With that said, Native Hawaiians or Kanaka Maoli can reside ANYWHERE on this globe and still be Native Hawaiians
I am a poi dog embracing my lineage
She who eats her children but let’s one survive
The ‘cultural imprint’ of Haumea, Earth Mother
I am the box where you check ‘other’
The perseverance needed to survive here on Turtle Island
because the Natives are indeed restless
I am the creation chant of the Hanai mother
Black Hawaiian Chinese Filipina Native American mother
fighting the pilikia for self-determination
I am the mixed girl unafraid of the injustices placed at my feet
And I choose to decolonize the mental teachings
As I maneuver this sacred dance to cleanse the ‘aina
intuition is my guide to the path of basic Freedom poured into the molten lava of thick molasses that echoes my profound sadness to what genocide truly means
I am the Kapa maker, the Lau Hala weaver
Preferring to protect my mana behind the clouds
As I plant bits of my heart in kalo fields to feed my soul
I am so many cultures blending
Searching for my home
in the face of your indifference to my identity… apparent
I am not here to be an exotic vision of fantasy
For I look the way I do because of the choices my ancestors made and I make no apology
I am the oral tradition so don’t speak for me
My voice is clear if you listen
Besides you don’t really learn anything unless you feel it…
123 years ago the Kingdom of Hawai’i was overthrown by greed. Learn the History to understand the sadness behind the aloha.
What exactly does “Hawaiian at Heart” really mean because when a non Kanaka Maoli says that to me I don’t feel kinship, rather I feel like smacking the shit out of them. Please don’t romanticize genocide around me #appropriations101
On top of the gross entitlement I observe when visiting my birth home, this past decade has witnessed an increase to the damage being done to the islands by non-Hawaiians…
We are Mauna Kea.
Guinea Pigs to GMO.
Homelessness among the Indigenous.
tent towns, Oahu by Tuffgyal808