Pieces...

My Hawaiian brothers sift sand with their hands. Picking up the shattered pieces of their kupuna. Their ancestors. Lovingly searching. Holding. Placing. For reburial later. The City knew the area was a burial ground. The bulldozer wanted to scrape the beach sand to look nice for the tourists and visitors to this land. We are left with the scattered skeletal remains of our beloved men, women and children. Smeared across the land of their birth and often tragic death. We still have Aloha for all. We speak to our kupuna and reconnect with them through this desecration of their eternal sleep. We ask for forgiveness. We ask for guidance. We do what we must do to restore the life of the land. We are Hawaiian. We love our kupuna...