Mahina,
full, plump, round and white, crowned by Jupiter, is peeking,
peeping, through a mound of yellow-infused black clouds piled atop
Makaleha, a glorious sight that causes me to say aloud, “Oh, my
God!” — not OMG! — and the dogs and I set out excitedly,
walking along a wet road in dim light, roosters crowing, crickets
chirping, birds rustling themselves into sleepy song, bees already up
and buzzing, though it is cool and damp and dark, because they labor
longer and harder than even the Chinese factory workers who made my
i-Phone, for no money, no glory, no praise, just the
collective sake of the colony.
As I walk, immersed in all this splendor, I think of how Hoku
Swartman really did hit the nail on the head when he pointed out the
hypocrisy of so many in that “sea of white faces” who opposed
Omidyar's resort plans, seeing as how they were the ones who built the big houses
that now line Hanalei Bay and the highway all the way to Haena,
driving up property values, driving out the locals, driving on the
beach, adding their silt and shit to the mix that is now killing the
coral and smothering the reefs.
But somehow he comes to the conclusion that the way to solve all those
woes is through yet another big development — one that sure as hell
won't bring back the locals or the fish, though it will make his
wife, the developer's rep, a pile of money.
I shift mental gears to the statements made by defeated — heck, let's
be honest here, disgraced — Prosecutor Shaylene Iseri-Carvalho, who
has cost the taxpayers hundreds of thousands of dollars and we ain't
done yet, vowing to spend her last three days in office — not that
she even comes into the office, so she'll get her boy Jake Delaplane
to do it — waging her vendetta against Janine Rapozo and the
mayor just to prove she's not waging a vendetta. Huh?
I
shake my head and think, how fricking oblivious and hypocritical can
you get, accusing another politician of “abuse of power” and “creating
a hostile work environment by engaging in retaliatory actions” when you yourself are the queen of EEOC complaints and
being sued for retaliation, abuse of power?
Reflecting
upon Shay's inanity — OK, insanity — actually causes me to laugh
out loud, which briefly gets the attention of the dogs, who quickly return to the business of sniffing out pig trails in the wet grass.
Then
I flash on the Pacific chorus frog that jumped out of a Christmas
tree, one of thousands of dead trees shipped to the Islands each year, bringing
with them slugs and brown recluse spiders and other assorted pests
that help to make Hawaii the invasive species — and thus endangered
species — capital of the world, and in the process, destroying what's truly unique about this place so that the people who live here can "celebrate" like everybody else in America.
And
though my mind is reeling from the human craziness, as I pass the
reservoir, where a Koloa takes flight into a sky that is streaked
with the first silver rays of dawn, Bruddah Iz slips into my head and
sings, “What a wonderful world.”