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the exciting new book on little-written-about changing timesand issues, what Hawaiians and newcomers think and how they live, work and play. |
AT QUALFIES AN AUTHOR WITH NO HAWAIIAN BLOOD, A VISITOR FOR 30 YEARS AND RESIDENT FOR 10 TO WRITE VOICES OF MAUI? Three things: an inquiring mind, a passion to appreciate/understand a unique culture and willingness to listen and learn. A reporter asks questions but thestory is told in the voices of those interviewed. Subjects are often quoted at length through the magic My columns in Lahaina News are not about me. Most of the the ideas here are not mine. They are the ideas, concepts and stories of people The privilege of getting to know just a few Hawaiians and the remarkable transplants who have also come to -Exerpt from Prelude:
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PRELUDE:INTRODUCTORY ESSAYBy Norm Bezane REMARKABLE PEOPLE SPEAK OUT ON THE JOYS AND CHALLENGES OF LIVING IN THE LAND OF ALOHA They come from New York and New Zealand, small towns in the Midwest, from Tokyo and Toronto, Munich to Mexico City and virtually everywhere in between. Two million visitors a year to a place, according to a tourist slogan, “where the world comes to play.” This is destination Maui, Hawaii U.S.A, a magical isle whose beauty is matched by the beautiful people who live here. Yet the curious—and the not so curious—rarely get to know Hawaiians, the rich stew of immigrants they pass on the way to the beach or the “locals” born and schooled in paradise. Thus, Voices of Maui, a compilation of profiles of a remarkable people, descendents of Polynesian warriors and kings and queens and sugar plantation workers as well as recent 21st century transplants who live, work and play on the greatest place on earth. For those who visit and or frequently revisit this greatest place on earth…for those whose Hawaiian experience will not be complete without better understanding this isle’s rich culture… for those who may be unaware of what Hawaiians have to teach us…for those curious about the clash of cultures between original settlers on the cherished land and those who recently have bought into a new lifestyle…or for those who simply enjoy good stories, this is a chance to listen to the Voices of Maui. One might ask what qualifies me with no Hawaiian blood in my veins, at least only in spirit, not having grown up born nor having grown up in paradise to write Voices of Maui. Visiting 27 times over 30 years for 60 weeks doesn’t. nor being a permanent resident since 2001 does not appear to be a qualification. Yet there is an inquiring mind, a passion to appreciate and understand this unique culture and a willingness to listen and learn. Newcomers are not easily accepted, particularly by people whose ancestors go way back to the days of amazing voyages from the South Sea Islands, especially Tahiti. The phrase, “what do you know, you haven’t been here that long” is sometimes said, but more often thought even about those who have lived the life of Maui more than this writer. This writer is still waiting to be invited to his first true Hawaiian ohana (family) luau and has not yet made it to the epitome enjoyed by so very few newcomers—the Hawaiian form of the kiss, nose to nose. But there have been a good many “Hawaiian hugs,” nevertheless most appreciated. For many years, Native Hawaiians (Kanaka Maoli) suffered by not being “allowed” to know about their culture, possibly one of the richest in the world. Hawaiian language was banned in schools. Hawaiians gave thir offspring names like Ed and George (one time school teacher and cultural advocate Ed Lindsey Jr. and slack key guitarist and taro farmer George Kahumoku Jr., for example). The columns in Lahaina News are not about me. Seldom if ever on these pages can one find the pronouns, “I” or “me.” Occasionally, there is the phrase—by necessity—this columnist. Thus the ideas here are not mine. They are the ideas, concepts and stories of people who are the real experts on what this greatest place on earth is all about. In effect, these essays are authored by them, not this columnist. It’s presumptuous to say that young Hawaiians, even others, could learn anything from a guy who grew up in Oak Park, Ill, walked by Frank Lloyd Wright’s studio on Chicago Avenue on the way to the Petersen’s Ice Cream Parlor and lived across the street from where Ernest Hemingway grew up and lived. Nevertheless, the privilege of getting to know just a few Hawaiians fairly well and to hear their stories has been the journalistic experience of a lifetime.
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