8/13/78
										
	in my cave


	TO THE HAWAIIAN PEOPLE OF HAWAI`I


	I imagine prison is much like a monastery in that the 
energy normally expended in social pleasures is sublimated in 
meditation.  It's an ongoing educational process whereby one 
has time and opportunity for introspection and the relating of 
his personal insights toward better use of the future.

	I am Wilford Kala`au`ala Pulawa, a kanaka, and I 
identify with things Hawaiian.  Yet ours is a dying culture 
being smothered in the plastic onslaught of a foreign 
technological society that places the humanity of the individual 
to a position at the back of the bus.  The process of being 
assimilated into the mainland culture of the United States is 
merely a continuation of the process of thievery, initiated from 
our earliest days of foreign immigration.  It's all take, take, 
take, with very little give.  Hawaiians become displaced 
persons in their own homeland.  It's intolerable.  We are more 
and more being forced into a status similar to the pa`eles of 
New York's Harlem.  We are held as troublesome no accounts.  
We are overwhelmed by the inhumane civilization of greed.  
Our land is stolen and raped of its natural beauty.  Our culture 
and our people are dispossessed and oppressed.  We own little 
and rule less.  Aloha, once the spirit of our heritage, has no 
sincerity apart from our own people.  It becomes a cheap 
commercial product for wholesale consumption in the tourist 
industry.

	It is due time for our people to call up, develop and use 
the natural powers inherent in our racial memory.  Oh, for a 
voice loud and commanding enough to call us all to the 
resurrection of our dignity and rightful place in the affairs of 
mankind -- a battle cry to the battle cry to the banner of 
Lokahi, the call to spiritual arms, the swelling of sovereign 
devotion to roar of our unified will.

	Even here, so far in exile from my home, I sense a 
resolve of anger growing along with the despair in our people.  
I see brave young men and women becoming aware of their 
chains, standing tall, and beginning the struggle for their 
freedom, demanding the promises of their birthrights.  I see 
what I see, I know what I know, I will do what I will.  It's time 
for our cause to come together, for all believers to fish or cut 
bait.

	It's time for me, and for you, too, dear brothers and 
sisters, the time begins for all of us.  Restricted as I am in this 
maggot's belly of life, I will add whatever my talents offer.  As I 
am able, I will add more, calling upon all of the best within me.  
I exhort you, and everyone I know, to join me.  You have a 
good heart, intelligence, and a driving energy.  I ask you to 
bring your spirits to our cause.  Bring your Lord with you--let 
him help those who are helping themselves.

	You can make a start by lending your support to the 
Hawaiian cause, our cause.  Spread the word, tell your friends.  
Learn what you can, contribute your support and preach every 
word for Hawaiian justice that you can muster.  Do whatever is 
right for our rights.

	Each of us had many selves, some large and some small, 
and it seems sometimes true that one has to lose first in order 
to win, but I feel I have resources of strength I haven't begun to 
tap.  In conceiving the strategies for the task before us, let us 
not forget Oscar Wilde's reminder:  "There is no error more 
common than that of thinking that those who are the causes on 
occasions of great tragedies share in the feelings suitable to 
the tragic mood."

	Please start thinking seriously about getting your fine 
okole in gear for the cause as I've set out above.  I know you 
have a lot of talent and energy to contribute.

	No more.

							Me Ke Aloha 
Pumehana,

							Wilford 
Kala`au`ala Pulawa









 


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