Category: Kiana Davenport

Kiana Davenport

Inside the terminal at Keahole, they sat waiting to board, watching husky Hawaiians load luggage onto baggage ramps. Arriving tourists smiled at their dark, muscled bodies, handsome full-featured faces, the ease with which they lifted things of bulk and weight. Departing tourists took snapshots of them. ‘That’s how they see us’, Pono whispered. ‘Porters, servants. Hula Dancers, clowns. They never see us as we are, complex, ambiguous, inspired humans.’ ‘Not all haole see us that way…’Jess argued. Vanya stared at her. ‘Yes, all Haole and every foreigner who comes here puts us in one of two categories: The malignant stereotype of vicious, drunken, do-nothing kanaka and their loose-hipped, whoring wahine. Or, the benign stereotype of the childlike, tourist-loving, bare-foot, aloha-spirit natives.