I literally felt a pain in my na'au when I drove past Wailua Beach this afternoon and saw the rock wall gone, the heavy equipment hovering at the edge of the sand. “Get out of there,” I thought with a growl, praying and hoping they hadn't begun cutting down trees, digging. Because it just feels so wrong, on so many levels, to risk destroying one of the most sacred places in Hawaii for a concrete recreational path.
I'm not the only one feeling like this. A friend sent an email with only this message: