Science in Hawai'i

Local scientific emergencies outweigh far-off pie in the sky !

Ignoring Scientific Needs

Clobbering the Hawaiian community over "science" overlooks the social science of colonial oppression & state-sponsored aggression, the clinical psychosis of ethnic cleansing, and the annual Ig Nobel Prizes for improbable research. 

Science offers challenge & opportunities beyond another monster telescope. 

In respect to Moku o Keawe, how about the epidemiology of rat lungworm (parasitic nematode Angiostrongylus cantonensis) or controlling the fungal blight killing native 'ōhi'a trees? Beware malignant logic crafted by Colonial Administrators.

In other words, Hawai'i's telescope supporters studiously ignore acute local scientific emergencies in favor of far-away pie in the sky... Science-loving TMT supporters should help tourists understand mucus from infected snails can be in the water or on vegetables, and lead to meningitis. Basic scientific information and public health are poor.


 

Orange Shirt Day?

September 30 each year is "Orange Shirt Day" - begun in Canada to direct attention at indigenous boarding schools and the brutal force of church & state domination.

[ From orangeshirtday.net ] September 30th, annual Orange Shirt Day, recognizes how the residential school system harmed children's self-esteem, and seeks to ensure everyone around us matters. The story in Phyllis Jack Webstad's own words: "I went to the Mission for one school year in 1973/1974. I had just turned 6 years old. I lived with my grandmother on the Dog Creek reserve. We never had very much money, and there was no welfare, but somehow my granny managed to buy me a new outfit to go to the Mission school. I remember going to Robinson’s store and picking out a shiny orange shirt. It had string laced up in front, and was so bright and exciting – just like I felt to be going to school!

When I got to the Mission, they stripped me, and took away my clothes, including the orange shirt! I never saw it again. I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t give it back to me, it was mine! The color orange has always reminded me of that and how my feelings didn’t matter, how no one cared and how I felt like I was worth nothing. All of us little children were crying and no one cared. I was 13.8 years old and in grade 8 when my son Jeremy was born. Because my grandmother and mother both attended residential school for 10 years each, I never knew what a parent was supposed to be like. With the help of my aunt, Agness Jack, I was able to raise my son and have him know me as his mother. I went to a treatment centre for healing when I was 27 and have been on this healing journey since then.

I finally get it, that the feeling of worthlessness and insignificance, ingrained in me from my first day at the mission, affected the way I lived my life for many years. Even now, when I know nothing could be further than the truth, I still sometimes feel that I don’t matter. Even with all the work I’ve done! I am honored to be able to tell my story so that others may benefit and understand, and maybe other survivors will feel comfortable enough to share their stories.

WE are VICTIM

We're intimidated livestock, unaware of betrayal.

We can't see what our rulers hide.

https://thejns.org/view/journals/j-neurosurg/27/3/article-p216.xml

Bluster Unwelcome

Bad Example Leadership claims "ALL is Well" when major problems are evident. = Bad Leader

Young people learn dishonesty & fraud. 

Communities infected by Bluster & Dishonesty destroy our world. 

Let's illuminate difficulties & Try to fix problems. 

Reject Bluster please.