Letters

$1,000 Reward for Lost Dog

Wednesday, October 18th, 2023

Harlie walked off of our property, the morning of Aug. 18 and has not been seen by us again. She is an elderly, spayed Siberian husky with an eye disease that causes a film to grow over her eyes. If not treated twice a day, she will go blind. I love my girl dearly. We have been so heartbroken and filled with guilt for losing her after all the preparation and stress of bringing her to Molokai with us. My cousin and I have spent countless hours driving from one end of the island to the other. We’ve put up flyers everywhere.…

Molokai on My Mind

Wednesday, September 20th, 2023

It has been a week since I left Molokai, and the two-week residency I attended through Molokai Arts Center. Slowly, I have weaned myself off streaming Hawaiian 105 KINE. I am back to wearing sweaters and jeans and long-sleeved shirts to warm me against the Bay Area’s fog and chill. But as nice as it is to be in the comfort of my own home again, I feel that a part of myself did not leave Molokai.

Growing up, my mother and I spent two weeks of every summer visiting family on Oahu. I am Kanaka Maoli and Chinese, and ever since I was a child, I’ve felt most like myself when going back to the islands.…

Mental Health in Disasters

Wednesday, September 13th, 2023

When the World Trade Center was attacked, people were glued to their TVs.  When Hurricane Katrina struck Louisiana or the LA riots of 92’, we were cemented to the TV.  Now it is the ongoing recovery from the Lahaina fires.  But it’s different now, this is right across the water from Molokai.  This involves our home, our ‘ohana, our coworkers, and our friends.  It’s all over the news, social media, and it’s in the hearts and minds of our community, every day.  I set out to fish the shores of Molokai and I find myself staring at the charred remains of Lahaina.…

Support ‘Ainapa’a Wrestling Team

Wednesday, September 6th, 2023

First established in May 2022, five aspiring young ladies were motivated and determined to explore their mental and physical strength in the fast-growing sport of wrestling. With the support of committed parents, the opportunity to compete in competitive tournaments on Oahu, Maui, Utah, and Las Vegas was presented which opened a door for more talented wrestlers on Molokai to participate. 

ʻAinapa’a, the land is our foundation, is our foundation striving to offer core values that will inspire growth, knowledge, family, discipline, and a safe space to project positivity, goodness, and prosperity. The benefits of participating in this sport are the ability to face unpredictable scenarios with grace, dignity, and respect with high self-esteem and confidence on and off the mat.…

An Elegy for Lahaina

Wednesday, August 30th, 2023

As we watch the sun rise and we watch our son play 

I’m scared to death wondering what we’re going to say 

when he asks us one day 

why.

Why there are always bullets and bombs galore

why there is always money for war and war 

why there is always money to kill 

why there is always money for rich men 

to get richer and richer still 

filling their pockets as war stocks follow rockets 

sky high, but why oh why

does such a wealthy nation 

have to rely on donations when disaster strikes 

and why does MECO always have rate hikes 

if they can’t fix old poles 

and why does it take them hours and hours and hours and hours 

and hours and hours and hours 

to cut the power after lines go down 

and why do we have sirens if they’re not going to make a sound 

in the precious moments they’re needed most 

and why did the children of the missionaries 

dry out the wetlands that once lined the coast 

so they could sell sugar to sweeten the theft 

and why do they keep taking and taking and taking and taking 

until there’s nothing left 

until a whole town is turned to ash 

and an occupied nation is bereft 

and there’s microplastic in the sand 

and UXO* throughout the land 

and naval sewage in the Harbor 

and fuel oil leaching in the water 

and native sons and native daughters 

have little options but to flee 

as their ʻaina is used and abused 

by the military

war-drumming for World War 3

and by the extractive tourist industry

turning a caricature of their culture into a commodity 

and more and more and more and more 

people who look like me 

buy home number two or home number three 

so they can visit these million dollar homes once or twice annually 

to spend a few weeks by the sea 

and make a killing the rest of the year from Airbnb 

why must tourists fly to an island still counting the dead 

why can’t they go somewhere like Florida instead 

or better yet, donate just some of their bread 

to ensure that survivors all have their needs met 

without jumping into an ocean of debt.…

On Better Sirens

Wednesday, August 30th, 2023

Maui sirens did not go off before or during the fires. I am so sorry. To my beloved Hawaiian community, I have an idea that may help or save us in the future.  Authorities say, if the alarm siren had sounded, it may have caused people to run up and toward the fire. To me, the flaw is in the single use and single designation of the alarm siren. There is a very simple fix going forward, hopefully immediately: have two designations for our early warning alarm system that everyone can understand immediately.  

The steady siren, like our current monthly tests, designates a tsunami warning.…

Reflections from the Incoming Editor

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2023

It’s been a year to remember. If you’d asked me a year ago where I would be, I’d have hoped for an opportunity like this, but never expected it. Life comes at you fast. 

In sincere gratitude, my experience so far has only been made possible by the outrageous generosity of the Molokai community. From miso soup at the Guzeiji Soto Mission, to corned beef hash at the Kikukawas, from Wednesday night soccer to Thursdays at the softball fields, my life here has revolved around borrowed cars, rented rooms, and true friends as I slowly got my feet under me. 

I want to say thank you to Catherine Cluett Pactol.…

Growing Old Consciously

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2023

To be aware of my own aging process is quite an interesting experience. It happens to everyone, whether we want it to or not. At first glimpse, I tried to ignore it. Then I tried to fight it, but that’s like fighting against gravity mid-fall. 

I’ve learned to see my play of emotions in a different way. I’m on a natural honorable journey here on Molokai. The ego tells me to do the things I used to do as a young person. But I can’t, at least those things have become less satisfactory. So why take that route? Why keep myself in the mind frame of “I can’t?”…