“Hawaiians Should Get Over It Already.”

“You’re Americans Now.”

Let me tell you why this statement is utterly disrespectful and downright arrogant.

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Yes, my passport reads the “United States of America.”

But, what does my naʻau embody?

How about the blood I share with my ancestors?

I feel their anger. Anguish. Heartbreak.

How am I supposed to ignore this generational trauma?

My lāhui received no apology, no reparations, no remorse, no reset.

ʻOle. Nothing.

It’s not nationality vs. ethnicity

My ethnicity IS my nationality.

I am Kanaka Maoli by blood and citizenship.

It’s been ruled in international court.

The U.S. continues to illegally occupy Native Hawaiian soil.

Where is your aloha?

You are bereft of it.

The only aloha is the warmth from Hawaiians from which you stole.

U.S. laws and regulations have no place here.

No place in my soul. My naʻau.