“Hawaiians call moccasin-shaped Molokai the Friend Island and regard it as an affable relic of the bustling new state’s past. But to the 220 men and women who live at Kalaupapa—a tiny, low peninsula that juts like a useless sixth finger from the island’s northern shore—Molokai is a dreary dead end, a desolate retreat from a world they fear to face and a society that has cast them off. They are lepers.”
–From “Indolent Isolation, Time Magazine, Oct. 3, 1960
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