Eh! I was sitting down at Pohaku Park when you pulled up. There was beyond-loud rap music screaming from your car’s speakers. A few braddahs and I were enjoying the sunset and talking among ourselves when you shouted, “Go back to da mainland, haole.” I noticed one of the stickers on your car had a Filipino last name on it and assumed it was your name. I do believe you are of Filipino descent. I may be white but I was born and raised here. No matter the color of my skin, I am Hawaiian to the bone. Where is the aloha in your life? That’s one shame!
Illustration by Ron Pitts