The Unfortunate Truth About Living in a Melting Pot: Hawaii and Racism

Racism is alive and well in Hawaii. It just looks a little different that it does on the mainland. Quite a few years ago, a woman I had recently met exclaimed “Judy, they’re prejudiced against us!”

This woman was caucasian, from the western US. I guess she thought that if she could be magnanimous enough to overlook other people’s skin color, they should do the same for her? She lasted less than a year before moving back to the mainland.

The good old days.

I was born in Hawaii in 1954, and have lived here most of my life. There were Kill a Haole (caucsian) days at the public schools when I was growing up. The local kids would pelt our car with guavas when we drove through Hawaiian Home Lands. There were parts of Oahu where haoles were not safe. I was aware of the hostility, but it never really bothered me.

I’m pretty sure the private school I attended admitted only caucasians and Hawaiians when I was young (it’s a little foggy). I know my step father was the first president of one of the private clubs in Honolulu to successfully argue that admittance should not be limited to haoles.

Things had changed a little by the time I was in high school. There was a flourishing of Hawaiian language and culture, giving pride to many Hawaiians for the first time in generations. The music produced during that time was fantastic, and included a hilarious song by Keola and Kapono Beamer called Mr. Sun Cho Lee: https://youtu.be/kS2YLvGGtwY In it they made fun of many races, but in a gentle way. It concludes with the lines “one thing I wen notice bout this place, all us guys we tease da otha race, it’s amazing we can live in da same place”.

Not any better now.

Those were gentler times. As more and more people have moved to Hawaii, consuming more of the resources and trying to impose their values on the locals, resentments have grown. Life used to be easy, and now many locals are hard pressed to make a living. Many are working multiple jobs, and, as real estate prices rise, commuting to work for hours each day. When they do have a little time to relax, they are being crowded out of the places they used to love by throngs of tourists.

While most local people are gentle, fun loving, and generous, there are definitely people who hate haoles. I know several people in my town who will never acknowledge me, and I’m fine with that. I understand why some locals, and especially Hawaiians, despise haoles.

Here is an account from someone who spent time in Pahoa: https://www.theprofessionalhobo.com/racism/

And some follow up to comments to an article published in the New York Times about how people in Hawaii are less racist: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/07/10/opinion/hawaii-race-ethnicity.html?referringSource=articleShare

Be prepared to earn trust, or be isolated.

Racism is alive and well in Hawaii. Don’t expect to be given a free pass if you’re white. You need to prove that you are honest, humble, hard working, respectful and generous, or you will never be accepted by most locals. http://yrh.ewp.mybluehost.me/2019/07/25/the-hawaiian-people-and-their-culture-make-hawaii-a-unique-paradise/

There are certainly caucasian enclaves, and as long as you’re happy remaining in such an enclave, you may be happy here despite the hostility of many locals. But then, why live here?

Hawaii is paradise because of its people and the Hawaiian culture!

Waipio Valley-photo by Sarah Anderson

The Hawaiian people and their culture make Hawaii a unique paradise. The peaceful gathering at the base of Mauna Kea has received some media coverage lately. https://www.hawaiinewsnow.com/2019/07/13/young-hawaiians-learn-about-protection-mauna-kea-ahead-conflict/ This gathering, more than almost any other event I can recall in my 64 years, has demonstrated the strength and beauty of the Hawaiian people and culture.

In the past, aspects of the culture have been commercialized and trivialized. We have no one to blame for this but ourselves, because of the leaders we chose to elect. It is not the fault of tourists travelling here as a result of the marketing they have seen, but it is well past time to set the record straight.

This is not a huge amusement park. This is a place of extraordinary natural bounty and beauty, and the land, the people and the culture here deserve to be treated with the utmost respect.

Thriving on these islands is not easy, despite their felicitous placement in the generally benign central pacific ocean. The fact that the Hawaiians managed to thrive until their numbers were decimated by disease brought by explorers, shows just how adaptive they must have been. The fact that they are now stronger and more unified than they have been since their language was banned in the late 1800ʻs, shows their wonderful resilience.

Whether coming to visit or hoping to establish a new home in Hawaii, people who come with open minds and a willingness to respect those already here will truly find a paradise!

Moving to Hawaii. Will I be disappointed?

Waipio Valley camp fire. Photo by Sarah Anderson

What if I don’t love living in Hawaii?

“What if I don’t like it?” This is a very valid concern. Moving to Hawaii is expensive! Not everyone is happy here, and you should do everything you can to make sure this is the right place for you.

Come multiple times, and stay in as many places on the Island as possible.

This is not as easy as it used to be, because of the new restrictions on vacation rentals. See http://livinginwaimea.com/2019/03/30/hawaii-county-restricts-vacation-rentals/ But if you can’t stay in as many parts of the Island anymore, at least make sure you spend as much time visiting each area as possible. Moving to Hawaii is a big deal, and it’s worth investing time and money to make sure it’s right for you.

Many people say, though, that while the place matters, it is the people they fall in love with.

I hear this again and again: the people here are so friendly and helpful. I am a bit surprised, because I think there are more unfriendly people here than there were 50 years ago, but I guess it’s all relative. Compared to many places on the mainland, the people here are wonderful.

If you come with an open heart, you are likely to be treated with aloha.

There are always exceptions-people who are so bitter or angry that they won’t give you a chance. But if you treat the people you meet with kindness and respect, most will repay you with the aloha our Islands are known for.

Some nuts and bolts information on moving to Hawaii.

There are many sources of information about moving to Hawaii, and living here happily once you’ve made that move. Your Realtor is a great source of such information. You should also check out https://portal.ehawaii.gov/residents/newcomers-guide/

Why I love living in Waimea

It’s the people! There have been many changes in the 50 years during which I’ve lived here or had close family living here, and some of the old community spirit has definitely been diluted. There are many small groups, centered on schools, sports clubs, churches and the like. But there is also still a more community-wide spirit, and it is one of the reasons why I love living in Waimea.

Banding together to find a lost dog’s owners.

For instance, my house guests found this dog late in the day on Christmas Eve. By the time I got up to the gate where he had been lying, reportedly unable to move, my neighbors had leashed him and he was standing quietly by them. He had no collar, and they had already checked around to see if a notice of missing dog or something similar had been left in the area.

They were on their way out, so I took him and put him in a kennel in my barn. The Humane Society and all vet clinics were closed, so I searched Craigslist lost and found to see if anyone was looking for him.

Fellow animal lovers pitch in to help, on Christmas Day!

I also called my friend and a fellow Realtor, Paula Beamer, who I knew had a chip scanner. She agreed to come down on Christmas Day and scan the pup for a chip. No chip.

My neighbors posted notices on facebook and craigslist. That was all we could do until the day after Christmas, except that I emailed a report of having found him, with a photo, to our local Humane Society shelter.http://hihs.org/

Day three, still no sign of the owner.

On the day after Christmas, I checked in with the shelter by phone, to make sure they’d received my email. They had not received any reports of a lost dog that matched the photo and description I provided.

My neighbor let me know that she had received one response to her facebook post, and sent along the picture of the missing dog. We agreed that it was a long shot, but she encouraged the owner of the missing dog to contact me. Meanwhile, Paula posted her own photo and description on a different facebook page, and we kept hoping the owner would call.

The humane society went above and beyond, and found the owner!

I finally got a chance to take the dog to the Humane Society shelter on Friday, just in case their scanner detected a chip that Paula’s scanner had missed. No luck, but the staff took more pictures and let me know what the procedure was for claiming the dog if the owner could not be found. I could not have kept him, but I would have done everything possible to find him an excellent home.

I stopped at the feed store on my way home, and the folks there took more pictures to post to their instagram accounts and send to friends who might recognize the dog.

Late in the afternoon on I got a call from the shelter’s animal control officer. She had gone back through old reports and found one for a dog reported missing 2 weeks ago and 20 miles away! She had contacted the owner, who gave her permission to give me the owner’s contact information. I called, and, finally, bingo!

Ronson is home with his family.

Ronson has been reunited with his loving family, thanks to the efforts of my neighbors, Paula, the folks at the feed store and the staff at the Humane Society. It was all very informal-I was never required to surrender the dog or fill out any forms-and very cooperative. My neighbors even offered to help me pay for the food for the dog!

So that’s why I love living in Waimea. People here see a problem and pitch in to help solve it. Your religion, your politics, the color of your skin, your wealth or your income-none of that matters. All that matters is that you are humble, diligent and honorable. If you are those things, you are treated as a member of this very special community!