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Acceptable, only after identified as Hawaiian

Nedra De Lima,
White Plains, MD.

Experienced “minority status” when we moved stateside from Hawaii in the 70s. I was most often identified as Hispanic/Mexican. Was also identified as generic Native American or African American. Also Inuit or Louisiana Creole. Too many times, I only became acceptable after I identified as Hawaiian Chinese. Then I became exotic and welcome. People would break out into a relieved smile which I found offensive because it was always the folks who thought I was Mexican or Black. Most of the time they would pat my back or arm and want to engage in a conversation. I was safe enough to touch and interesting enough to talk to now. I was always polite but in my mind and in my heart they sickened me.

I am Micronesian. So like Hawaiian?

Aliyah,
Kansas City, MO

As a Pacific Islander (specifically Micronesian), a lot of the islands aren’t very known. I understand not many people are knowledgeable about my ethnicity but whenever I mention Pacific Islands it’s always, so you’re like Hawaiian. I have love for all Pacific Islands but Hawaii isn’t the only island that exists. And I want people to learn more about our culture and people.

My heart is Hawaiian, I’m not.

Jan Mason
NY

Born and raised in paradise as a Haole (white) person I had more than my share of discrimination but living on the “mainland” where I “fit in” with the white majority(?) my island heritage is invisible. I have taken to checking the box or “Pacific Islander” though I feel guilty about if since all my blood is European. My heart is Hawaiian.

It’s your problem that I’ll ignore

Monalisa Layan,
Federated States of Micronesia

I lived in Hilo, Hawaii for 7 years while I attended college. There were many kinds and good people that I met. However, there were some that were just plain ugly. As a native Pacific Islander, it was quite strange for me to see someone who is not pure Native Hawaiian–mixed plate as some may say–calling me names and telling me to go back where I came from. It’s even more ridiculous for me to see a Caucasian person yell at me for being racist because I served someone brown before them in a room full of brown people and they were last in line. And in both experiences I’ve learned one thing: it isn’t really racism that drives most people’s hate, it’s the fear of not belonging. Hawaii is literally a place of many, many ethnic groups from all around the world. So when you have someone born and raised “local” who is racist towards you, you have to wonder why they are doing that when they are completely multi-cultural in appearance. Maybe they’re afraid that they don’t fit into a particular ethnic group anymore, so they will use whatever percentage of Native Hawaiian blood they have to speak on behalf of an entire group? And when you have someone who absolutely looks different from everyone else, the white person in a sea of brown, whom you treat like everyone else [because they are human] and yet still thinks you’re singling them out…Maybe they are afraid of everyone else because somehow they think people actually find them offensive? As far as I’m concerned, if you treat me with respect, I will respect you too. If you don’t, then that’s your problem and I will ignore you.

Little bit of everything and everywhere

ashlee-pic1Ashlee Johnston,
Ladera Ranch, CA.

People tell me they thought that I am White but once I tell them about my Asian/Hawaiian/Spanish/Canadian…. background they say they can tell. I am proud to be so many things from all over the world.

You’re Guamanian? You’re whiter than me!”

All my life, people have mistaken me for “races” that I am not: Mexican, Hawaiian, Filipino, Indian, Brazilian. I was always flattered because I thought this meant I looked exotic and “different,” I wanted to look different. I didn’t want to look “haole,” our stolen Hawaiian word for “white.” That’s when I uncovered the implicit bias that I lived with all my life. I noticed the explicit bias that existed in my family. My aunt shunned my niece and nephew because they were half Black. She would refuse to give them money for Christmas because they were “as black as the ace of spades,” and that meant, to her, that they couldn’t be trusted with her money. That never made sense to me. What was even more puzzling was that she was so loving toward me and my son, yet she showed a palpable prejudice against my 9 and 5 year-old relatives. I learned later that this disdain against African-Americans was taught to her my her father who learned to be racist from his father. Racism is taught and handed down, and it is up to us to break the cycle. I will remember this and confront my inner feelings that tell me being “exotic” is better than “looking white.” Recognizing our bias is the first step.

Race is not real: The consequences of creating races are.

Race is not biologically real; it is a social construct; We are all, in fact, one race. According to the American Anthropological Association, a group of the most well-educated anthropologists in the country, “Today, scholars in many fields argue that “race” as it is understood in the United States of America was a social mechanism invented during the 18th century to refer to those populations brought together in colonial America: the English and other European settlers, the conquered Indian peoples, and those peoples of Africa brought in to provide slave labor.” This unfair and unfounded categorization of the human species was created by the human need to create a hierarchy among races. Therefore, racism created race. Evidence from anthropologists who analyzed genetics (e.g., DNA) indicates that, “Most physical variation, about 94%, lies within so-called racial groups. Conventional geographic “racial” groupings differ from one another only in about 6% of their genes.” This means that we are not “racially” different, after all. Throughout history whenever different groups have come into contact, they have interbred. The continued sharing of genetic materials has maintained all of humankind as a single species. Although race may not exist, the consequences of race as a social construct do exist.

Haole boy, Hawaiian, keiki o ka’aina?

Claire Iveson
Kaunakakai, HI

My blonde Anglo son was raised and educated on Molokai, before going to the Berkley College of Music at 17. He was aware from kindergarten that he was a “haole” but didn’t understand that he wasn’t also Hawaiian. Adult Hawaiian friends assured them that he was a keiki o ka’aina, a child of the land. And this he shares with Barack Obama!

I’m not Hispanic, thanks for asking.

Elizabeth Norris Taylor
Fernandina Beach, FL

I have lived my entire life with people coming up to me and asking, “what are you?” For a while in college, I had some very clever comebacks… now days I simply shrug and say, “American, and you?” I have had people come up to me and speak Spanish because they assume I’m Latina. I’ve been asked; Are you Mexican, Filipino, Polynesian, Hawaiian, Native American, Inuit, Egyptian, Moroccan, Greek, Italian, Spanish, all types of Latina and even Samoan. Strangely enough both branches of my family have been in America since the early 1800’s and they all came from England, Ireland, Wales & Scotland… no one ever believes me. I’ve always felt like the token ethnic friend yet, I could hardly be more American and white-bred to boot!

Hawaiians? Did you swim to school?

John Book
Pasco, WA

In my experience as someone who is part-Hawaiian, I’ve found that the stereotypes of what I am and where I’m from were very misinformed, yet seemed endless at the time. Sadly, those who were in error often did not want to know anymore than the stereotype they presented to me. It came off like the special Hawai’i episode of any sitcom, where people cared for two episodes and lived with their lives. I lived amongst a fairly multi-ethnic community, so I learned tolerance at an early age, along with a need to know more about the people around me, be it at school, in my neighborhood, or down the street. I moved to the mainland, and it seemed as if there was an “ever man for himself” attitude. It was a rude awakening, and I had found it hard to adjust because of someones unease of me.

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