I hate to take such a drastic shift in the content on my blog but the situation affecting my one and only home since birth is horror beyond imagination.
Less than two weeks ago I was coming to terms with saying goodbye to a land and culture that I would not find anywhere else.
While the fragments of information slowly come together it is looking more and more as a concerted effort to see all of that wiped off the map along with a history known only to it's survivors who are at risk of being starved out.
This journey began with the hope that I could return with prosperity for the people that gave me the honor and pride of my Hawaiian heritage, now I can only hope for whatever I will be left returning to.
Mahalo nui loa for all the efforts and supplies provided by neighboring islands while having to fight resistance from state and federal officials. Any donations and assistance provided by the government have been questionable at best and insidious at worst.
The struggle and pain is far from over. I have only just started on my own, 4,000 miles away in an unfamiliar place without means of reaching the ones I miss.
I will make something of the suffering we endured, even if nothing can repay the price of what was lost.
