 I just want to go ahead and get ourselves started this morning. Thank you for joining us. This is the showcase from Theater 424 Hawaiian Acting Workshop, and this is our final ho'ike or culminating performance. Each scene that you will watch today this morning has been originally put together, composed, there was a research process where the students looked to these mo'olelo, these traditional stories, some contemporary stories as well, and then they decided how they wanted to tell these stories, employing different forms of traditional Hawaiian performance or Indigenous performance forms. I am Kumoha'i'opua Baker. It is really a privilege for me to be doing the work that I am doing in this department and being able to have our traditional mo'olelo retold for this generation, for this Hanaona of people, and it just brings me pleasure to be able to guide my homana and have them rediscover these particular mo'olelo and then have them really breathe in energy into the work and really tell the story so that they can become relevant to them. So I thank you for joining us today. We will be starting with a traditional mele, and this mele is Aiea Kauaiakane, and I will call all of our homana up to the stage for this. They will be reciting this in honor of Kane, our God of life, of the sun, of fresh water. Aiea Kauaiakane. You're not supposed to be here. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. We will begin with a story, a somewhat unknown story. For Kamamalu from the island of Maui and I'll let them go ahead and share this Mo'olela with you. Inspiration came from Amelie that she had composed about a love interest so here we go. If she marries Luna Limo, her mom, she will ultimately have more power than us. We have the responsibility to lead this nation. Luna Limo's intervention ruined everything. We are her brothers, their job to stop this and to protect our lineage. We must stick together. She didn't know what she's getting herself into. Then it's decided. Their engagement is all. Please bring them in. We are sorry. Luna Limo. Sir Montserrat. My lady, what do you look so sad? If you want that, so I'll never be allowed to be happy. I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps I can take your sadness away. The steam ship bound for Mo'olela will leave Honolulu tonight. I'm sorry to. You disgust me. Shall leave these islands but never return. By the grace of God, King of the Hawaiian Islands, know that whereas on the 20th day of May 1857, we did an exercise of our royal prerogative and for great reasons affecting ourselves and our family caused Marcus Montserrat to be expelled from the kingdom and prohibited him from returning to our dominion forever under penalty of death. Action for her relationship with Kikula Kaipune o Anwenue and is fine. Someone of a mother in the house. And so she has been working with the third graders of Anwenue to develop a story about rapid O'hi'a death. And so we're going to see a clip of that emotion. The actual performance will be on May 24th at the school, the school proper, so that the families can come and see that as well. So let's go ahead and roll E'aha'i'ala o Ka'o'i'ale'u. We're going to transition, we'll transition. It's a sound problem. So we're going to move into this interactive piece and it's about one tiny little segment in the Google People. The Google People is our economic communication chat and there are 16 Ba'a, TYA. This is interactive, so if you guys want to be a part of it, please come up on stage and sit in a circle. Sarah and I, my name is Audrey, if those don't know, we're going to help you sit in the circle. We're born in the Zebra. Be guarded by the ram of rats, rant. Darkness slips into light. Earth, water, food of the trance. God enters. Man cannot enter. Man can never stream. Woman cannot happen. Man can never stream. Man cannot enter. Man can never sleep. Man can never bring. Man does not get sleep. Plants never sleep. Plants never die. Stew I come from this land. Darkness, earth and light, earth, water, food and plants, God enters, God enters. Man cannot enter. Man has a marriage trade. Woman has a marriage trade. Born is the whole earth, the earth, water, food and plants. God enters, God enters. Man cannot enter. Man for the ministry, woman for the best. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. I come from this land, the earth, water, food and plants. God enters, man cannot enter. Woman for the best. God enters, man for the best. Man for the best. Darkness, earth and plants. Earth, water, food and plants. God enters, man cannot enter. Man for the ministry, woman for the best. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. God enters, man cannot enter. Man for the ministry, woman for the best. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. Man for the ministry, woman for the best. I come from the earth, the earth, food and plants. I come from this land, the earth, food and plants. I have come from this land, the earth, food and plant. In theur praying the Lord. He is the water, the rain, the earth, food and plant. They're spreading here, spreading here, spreading this way, spreading that way. Coming from Earth, holding on to the sky. The time has come, and I'm still here. Still. To participate in the creation of that particular Ba of the Kulimba, talking about the difference between the fauna, the different types of life before the fish. So that was the corals and the grounding of everything before the fish. There's a thought that this particular scene might evolve and become a larger project that we actually engage local schools with. So that's something that they're thinking about. Right now we're going to transition into a mo'olelo for Lomopuha. Lomopuha is a god of healing. So we're going to hear the story, the origin story about those practices that are associated with different herbal medicine and different lobi practices or healing massage practices connected to this particular ahua named Lomopuha. The open right. Sorry, I'm a little bit nervous because I have a story to share, but it's not my story. It's a story that's been passed down for generations outside my lineage. I'm really honored to share it. I really hope I can adjust it. Right. I promise the wound looks worse, but it feels, I feel great, but it looks really bad. It's actually a really good segue into our story today. You see, long ago, back when the world was much younger, strange people in our families arrived on the island of Lomopuha. Unfortunately for the islands, these people were ahua nai, or a godly kind. And everywhere they went, they spread nothing but death and disease in this family. Again, starting on behalf of Tecuma and Tequila, and then to where our story begins. You see, even though Yakunae were cursed, one walked behind them, Kamaka Nui, a hot Lomopuha, and he was blessed with the ability to heal. He walked behind them, teaching the various Hawaiian settlements, medicine, both herbal and practical, as well as healing those who were cursed. Now, after miles of walking, he came upon a strange thing. When he arrived there, he learned they had a very proud chief named Mono. When he saw them, Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, explained, the readiness of that man's skin, he's bravely ill. And the people of Mono, he's our chief, he's a farmer. Now, when you're more familiar with the infamous staining qualities of Hawaiian red dirt that can stain anything from shirts to skin, it makes sense that Mono might have a bit of a red tint to him. But, Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, this wasn't the case, but he digressed. And went about his way. There are plenty more to heal after all. But as soon as he left, well, the villages are gossiping, and everybody ran to tell Mono, they said, Lono, Lono, the strange man came in and he said that you're bravely ill. And Lono replied, No, here I am, healthy, without a bit of sickness. And yet, I am ill. After making sure his point was removed, he took it, and he slammed it through his flight. Blood gushed everywhere. Lono fainted. Everyone was horrified. Oh, no! Their chief had been bravely ill. The stranger was right. Seizing a pig, a village man, ran after the stranger. Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, simply walked. And when the stranger approached, he only knew it by the squealing of a pig. He claimed what had happened to Lono, and I was right. Then the real haia mono graciously agreed to return. They worked great as herbal medicines and tasted really good and tea. So along the way, he picked up and then when he arrived, which was just a sign, I'm making the word and running away until then he took the pace, spread it over Lono to me, and the bleeding stopped. Lono woke up to speak. Now it would take weeks for him to heal properly, but he was better. And everybody knew it was thanks to the stranger. After those weeks of blood and healing, Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, left. After all, there were more to do. He left and he walked. And he walked. He was only interrupted by this strange heaving sound that came up behind him of a man who could it be. But Lono, explaining that he was so amazed and so grateful and so humbled by Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, that he begged him to take him on as an apprentice. Kamaka Nui, a haia mono, agreed, and commanded Lono to open his mouth. And when he did that into it, to bless him in his new chosen power. These two continued together for a long time. And there are plenty of adventures of Lono on his own. However, next to his foot injury, he got renamed Lono Puha, which you might be familiar from many of the island medical unions' names. They come from that. They're starting to heal. And when she laid it, my wounds all healed. For me, that's dedicated to Lono Puha. They do current day healing practices. The main focus on Lono Puha, they do use Lono Puha as well. So we're going to continue looking to today and our relationship with O'olell today. The next group, their piece is called P'i Kama Nene. And P'i Kama Nene means chicken skin, right? It's goosebumps. It's when the skin crawls or rises. And this is a modern story set today. And... I'll let them tell the story. Anyway, I'll let them tell the story. Who are we waiting for again? Myhoa from New Age. I understand the line. Oh, cool. But still, why? Because you need to make some friends. I have friends, okay? Really? Name one. You? Or cousins, that doesn't count. Whatever. I don't need friends. Official day because they're my friends. They do crack with O'olell. Ha ha, very funny. When I get lowly, I talk to the O'Keehee but they don't talk back cosita. I didn't come here to be attacked, okay? Why not? I'm only joking. Kind of. Wouldn't you be nice to have human friends? Thank you. Hey guys. Hi. Hi. What's yours? Oh, Kelly. Damn. What's for inviting us out of here? Okay. I was a little worried since there's no reception but now that we're here, it's pretty nice. My teacher used to bring us out of here a lot when I was little. This is gonna be so fun. Where's Alex? He's peeing. Oh, yeah. You don't do this a lot, do you? Is it obvious? No. I camp once in my backyard, you know. Does that count? Good story, what you really want. Do you bleed in ghosts? Once upon a time, there was a man who questioned the gods. He would go around trying to tell everyone that the Akua were not real, that we need to stop worshiping them. He even tried to tell the elite. Going so far as to say that the gods are going to kill us all. We need to stop making them all to be so powerful. He was disregarded as insane and sentenced to death. He escaped before he could be put down. But before he left, he told everyone around him, I'm going to the hail, and I'm going to take a bohaku to prove to all of you that the gods are fake. So that is what he did. He stole a rock, and he ran away. He ran as far away as he could go. He went through forests, across beaches, up and down mountains, and he kept running. Then he got tired. He found a stream that connected to Aloi, and he went to go take a drink from him. As he bent down, however, he started to feel extremely heavy. So heavy, in fact, that he just couldn't move. His muscles tensing up, his head getting heavy, his eyes starting to blur over. That's when he saw it. A figure covered in smoke and slowly making its way towards him. He wanted a screen, but he couldn't. The figure kept moving forward, and his feeling of dread washed over him, like an evil pikae, and then, poof, it was gone. He could move again, and he went right back to running. Eventually, he came to another spot to rest. Thinking back, he thought, maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just seeing things due to being tired. So, he started to take a nap. He started to have a nightmare. This time, the figure was back, and he could move, but everywhere he went, the figure appeared in front of him. He laid there, crying and crying until the figure came up, and spoke to him. His voice was soft, but distinct, and all it said was one, single word, pohaki. Started to wake, the man set out to return the stone back to the halo. When he returned, he saw the kahuna standing there, and so was the figure. The man asked the kahuna, do you not see that? The kahuna turned around, and... I see nothing. Defeated by what had happened, the man put the stone back and turned around to leave, without a word. He started to feel heavy again, and collapsed from exhaustion. The kahuna looked at the man, and turned back to the figure. No one ever seems to listen. Do they? You're supposed to be making friends, not scaring them. Oh, come on. There's no harm in scary stories. You think that's scary? I got your points. Of hundreds of Hawaiian cheese. The kids were getting scared and excited, but I didn't really care for it. I just thought it was an interesting legend. I just told myself ghosts weren't real. But when night came, and we're all sleeping at our types, my friend woke me up to go to the bathroom. Near where we hide. The noise from earlier was now low. There's intruders, and I have to go wake up the supervisor immediately, but I was frozen. Then I heard a conch shell going off. The beating of a drum. Older men chanting. What is going on? Am I actually hearing all of this, I thought? I kept walking. Damn, you guys are going to find me. I don't know. I was just... Hey. Hi. He didn't want to go away. Hey, uh, wait. What did you get there? Oh, I pulled it out of some wall over there. What? You know there's hail near here? You should put that back. I really need to chest her off. Anyways, I'm going to find the service. Was she not listening to that story? I'm not telling you again. I know you don't know, but a hail is a very sacred place filled with lots of mana. You should respect our kukuna and leave things where they are, especially rocks. I would really appreciate you putting that back. Please. You guys are nuts. I don't believe in your Hawaiian superstitions. You don't have to believe them, but you should still respect them. Oh, whatever. Fine. I'll be happy. Where did you find him? He's Crystal's friend. Can someone find Crystal? Do you know where she is? Yeah. Can someone please go find her? Fine. Guys, guys. What if the spirit gets them? Your friend is a freak. I don't know what that is. It's the Nahuakua. It's a spirit fight. It's a superstition that my tutu once told me. I can't... Is this another ghost story? I can't handle these. It's not a ghost story. Legend has it that if you have a bruise in the shape of a bite mark, that means that a family member is in danger or may be dying. They're asleep and experiencing a lot of pain, and their spirit knows that death is drawing near. So the spirit leaves the body and goes off to the world to find a family member to be a conduit. When they find the living family member, they fight the family and leave a bruise to indicate a call for help. The darker the bruise looks, the more closer death will be. The more distant it is, the fainter it is, the more distant the family member is. But the placement of the bite mark is extremely important. Why? Because if it's found on the right side of the body, that means that it's from the father's side. If it's found on the left side of the body, that means that the family member is from the mother's side. If it's found from the waist up, it's a close family member, like a sister or brother. But if it's found from the waist down, it's from a distant family member, like an auntie or an uncle. One day, long before I was born, my Titu had a normal day. She woke up, got dressed, and was about to walk outside, but she felt a sharp pain on her back. She went to check in a mirror, and she noticed a bruise in the shape of a bite mark. It was dark, and had a distinct impression of teeth. Knowing of the Nahua Kua, she frantically calls up her mom and dad, and asks them if any of their family members are in danger or in need of help. The next day, Titu's house was filled with a variety of family members, ranging from grandparents to distant brothers-in-law. They formed a line outside to check to see if their mouth and teeth would match the shape and size of the bruise. When it came up to my Titu's brother, it was a shock to everyone that his mouth matched the bruise. They immediately took him to the doctors and found out he had terminal illness and only had a few more months to live. It was a really emotional time for my family, and in the end, Titu's brother did die of cancer. His spirit was on. But no one in my family is sick or dying. Guys, what's going on here is great. You know, you mean the guy that was here? No, I wouldn't believe you. He's my cousin, and he was supposed to find you. Where is he? That's, he wouldn't get lost out here. Titu, honey, the bruise, the Nahua Kua, it's like it's K'Ala. Okay. I can't handle this anymore. I can't, I can't. I gotta go. I'm getting out of here. What are you guys going to take me back? Yeah. The what? I'm taking that kohaku! My fault. Who planned a camping trip in the little fucking nowhere? I put the rock back, didn't you? I threw it in the woods somewhere, whatever it's gone like you wanted. What am I supposed to do? Casey, as if there was fire in the woods. I then grew to multiple sources of lights, like a herd of torches. They were getting closer, and I could hear them more clear now, the beating of a drum. I felt as if they were coming for me, something was coming towards me. I closed my eyes and collapsed to the ground, begging this was all a dream, and I would wake up. Please, please, please, just go ahead. And then there was silence, and I was left in the dark. I hit towards one of the witches, the journey to Kawa East. We've seen that, and it's a, maybe a less known journey, so I'm pulling that up, and bringing that forth for people to understand this more level, and relationship with Waahia Loa. I had no idea that Waahia Loa had left with Waahia Loa. To reunite with her lover, and avenge her murdering, I was safe enough to sail the seas of the entire world, or chose which way. They started to gather old people from the rocks. Should we wait for her? Mm-hmm. I decided to show up. You ready now? Yeah, you never come with us when we come to the beach. Oh! I was there from a week before. You looked into it. Are you hungry? Same questions, girls. I have something important to tell you. These waves in the ocean in front of us are coupled. Before any of you go into this ocean, I must be the first to swim and surf these waters. Once I'm done, you're free to enjoy the ocean as you like. Got it? Can't fight you on that one. Always so dramatic. Great! It's done and done. Now watch and learn. Wait, sister, how will you surf without your board? You can use mine. Oh, yeah, thank you, Polly. Skilled amateurs. I don't need a board. Masters of surfing use their bodies as a board. My chest will be the board that glides me across these waves. My shoulders will turn me left and right all the way to shore. Fine. Then show us. Yeah. Just...strange. I feel... very tired by myself. Do you need to lie down? Not here. Get your little ways up to the house made by the locals. Place of my Polly, I've loved you. It is time for you to be trusted in my life. Therefore, I have a request only you can accept. I understand. It is unclear who or what calls to me or why I feel the need to sleep. But I must find out why. Why I feel so exhausted. He got the... watch over me. Let no one, not even your sisters, wake me from this. Am I clear? Yes, sister. But and one more thing. If I do not wake in nine days and eight nights, call out to me. Bring me back with a Polly here chat of time. Do you think it's Wahia Law that pops to you? After all these years, I hope so. If that is the case, then my slumber is crucial. Get it? Life. You have to take so long to believe, symbolize the world to you. I miss you, Miss Pierce. Echo the sound from Polly's heart. Wahia Law? Could it be? I'm going to cast you in the art wall of the love of war. But the sound gets easier. It turns to the west. Hilayla! Does this not sound like Wahia Law in the slightest? And it loves to turn back. The shores of foam pull up her spirit left and soar across a link with our power. To move to the sound with the reminder of a beloved Wahia Law toward anew. Sources start to surface and we have access to them. We are learning more about our history. And we are learning about different kupuna as they surface in our newspapers, as they surface in diaries, as they surface in the many repositories that are in our archives. This particular mo'olelo that you're going to see comes from one of those archives. And it is the hope that this particular mo'olelo is further developed after the semester ends. All of these works have potential to become larger bodies of work. This particular one, however, tells a story of a key individual in our history. And I'm going to step to the side so you can hear the story of Lawton and Mahalo. In darkness, the sound of steel door opens as light from offstage fills in. Once he lands, the light from offstage narrows closed for shut with the sound of a massive steel door closing. It's dark again. He tries again to strike the flame. Same result. He successfully lights his candle. Because of the candle, we can now see that this man is dressed in black and white strike prison type, shackled at the wrists and ankles. When I am going to the house, I am going to be dressed in black and white strike prison type, shackled at the wrists and ankles. I am going to be dressed in black and white. I am going to be dressed in white strike. Hopefully wondering why I asked you here. The truth is, I'm not sure exactly. You see, I'm no more here than any of you are. I'm breathing the same air as you. Occupying the same space as you. I'm hearing the same things he reconsidered. about the dog? I'm sure you have. It's really all anyone seems to be able to dig up. It follows me around like a bad ending that's been barely tacked on, fluttering in the wind, but brave and proud because that's how these stories need to end. Brave and proud. I've never really been much of an ender. You know how some people are really good at ending things or even starting things for that matter. Ideas and people, imaginers, real big thinkers. That's never been me. Or so they say. Turns out I'm not much of a starter or an ender. I know those people. I admire those people not for what they start or end, but more so for their ability to. You see, I'm more of a doer. I just do. You don't have to tell me to go. I'm already doing. I've been doing. Because that's what I do. I do. And doers usually end up not ending. Or starting for that matter. By the time you know who I am, I'm already gone. I just kept going. By the time you're ready to end, I'm not there anymore. I didn't, man. I just kept on doing. Somewhere else, out of sight, no longer with you. I'm still doing. Just breathing different air. Occupying different space. Somewhere else. Still doing. Just doing something else. No one will hold you. Thank you. Where was I? Oh, yes. You there. You probably have something sitting on a nightstand. Maybe even a dresser. Possibly even a drawer. It's a drawer, isn't it? The drawer half filled with things that have no use, no do. Maybe there's something in there that reminds you of a beginning. Maybe there's something in there you don't really want to end yet. Or maybe that's it, isn't it? There's an ending in there. It's an ending. An ending of something you don't want to fully end. And so you keep it going. You keep it tucked away with other beginnings and endings that are still beginning and ending in a drawer half filled with them. Oh, yes. You're probably wondering why I asked you, Harry. The truth is, you're no less than the know that I am. We are breathing the same air after all. Occupying the same space. Occupying the same space. Occupying the same sentence. A little into the easier to find details. Possibly to look into the harder ones, like the hows and the whens and the with whoms. But it is the whys. It is the whys where we all come up a little short in the end, isn't it? Except for me, because I don't know, nor did I ever begin. Or so they say. There's a dog. No. There's a horse. There's also a horse. Horse was my horse. Not a beauty by any means. Horse was just good enough. I liked horse. Horse liked me, and I mortgaged horse. I did. I mortgaged him for trolling fear, for the guys that wrangled for the fight. Could have used horse actually, any horse really. Would have been more useful than any of those men. At least the horse could run more than a mile without giving up. Or we could have just. That door slams open again. Something metal sounding is slid in on the floor. Looks like a tray. The door slams shut. He goes to fetch it. It is a tray. He inspects the food on it. Smells good enough. He carries the tray off to the other side. He knocks with the tray softly. Then lifts open the tiny door and slides the tray of food in. He lets the tiny door fall shut. They're important. They're important to you. Endings are important. We thought they would all still just be doing. We can't keep doing. That'd be too hard. So we gotta end things. Where was I? Ah yes. There was a dog. No one will hold me. You never notice how we all stop what we're doing. Abrupt end to a conversation when we hear the clinking of a glass. Imagine it with me. You're talking to a friend. Listening to, I don't know, yourself telling the same story you told another friend five minutes ago. Or you're just listening to someone like me go on and on about what you read in the papers today. Or you're getting to tell your story. Your big idea someone. Someone who will finally listen. Maybe he's the one that you wanted to. You're hoping to planning to see and he's there. No. It's a she. She. Yes. She's the one. She's the one you're hoping to planning to see and there she is. She is there. She is listening and you are soaring. You are just letting fly your rehearsed thoughts and I say rehearsed only to imply that it's that important because it is. These are your thoughts and your dreams and she is listening and you are flying every twinkle in her eye tells you to fly higher than you do. You fly because this is your chance. This is your opportunity to be seen and heard and understood. And then clink, clink. It's empty. The door opens. The door closes. Just hearing my name causing the mightiest of men to power a bit. Just hearing my name. It did. Didn't understand it at first. Yes, I couldn't never really thought about another man that way. I can tell you this. It certainly does feel good to be the man thought of that way. It has its purpose. See half of my battles are settled without me ever having to actually. Another trail of food slides out. Reputation just does the work for me. Keeps doing. So, before I got here, all these boys over here, they weren't being fed and they were being kept full, sick folk, becoming sick folk themselves. Not anymore though. I'm here for my reputation is. It's funny system made it since boys here prisoners of war play guilty. They have no idea what they're pleading guilty to, but they made it very perfectly clear in court. They said whatever they did, they only did it because I made them fight. They got 10 years for treason. Oh, me? Yeah, I did it. Said so too. Raised my hand probably important. Said, yeah, that was me. I did that. I'm gonna do it again. But it ain't treason. Don't be treason. If I committed a crime against my own country or my own queen and those people over there, they aren't that. They give me five years. Funny system made. I'm not laying. Yeah, I wish you never really gets the attention. It's the white half that always clings to glass whenever I enter a room, depending on media attention depending a beginning. Do it yourself. I'm not laying to send in a virus in Hawaiian Kings. You say that enough times people just start to believe you. But if you get the right people to say it, well, then it just becomes true. I'm not laying one side says of a trader. The other side says of a hero. I ask you this, which one is it? Is it possible to be both or your endings ruined if I am neither in order for my story to be worthy of being told by you? Do you require my story in the end to be believed as brave and proud? We're just gonna listen to what they say. They praise my capture is just that captured the so-called desperado, the mighty lot lane gives himself up like the rest of the Hawaiians. That's a smart move. He slams the tray at the other door. They're gonna praise me as a weak and desperate. He slams the tray at the other door now. We don't need you anymore. And we're gonna call the My sack. They're gonna tell me they're gonna tell you that I was terrified that I made six of them have to restrain me from coming in out of fear. I would overpower them. I asked you again, which one is it? They're gonna paint me as strong. One problem is neither one of them are right. Is that going to be a problem for you? No. This is a state since you underneath his prison clothes. It's death. I was a fearless leader of a rebellion. In five years, his worth of soldiers get 10. And more importantly, how do I get partner released after only six months? Yes, you heard that correctly. Six months. It's a funny system. My side over here, they're gonna call me now a traitor. They're saying I struck a deal. Yeah, a deal that would see all of them released with me. That part never gets better. I guess it's just not brave and proud, right? Other side over here. Well, they're just gonna say, oh gosh, why don't you come and join us? And it doesn't look so good for me because as soon as I'm released, I'm named the human specter of the county of Honolulu and my brother, mayor. Both sides are gonna say I did it for the money. Neither side are ever going to recognize the massive wealth I discovered at the bottom of the ocean floor while diving. Twice. Yes, I'm just a lucky guy. No, there's just gonna still pick me as the guy that just did it for the money. And that's a smart move and I'm running out of pennies. Make it worse when I become delegate to the Republican Party. All my people say you're just being used to port the white boat. Yeah, no, shit. You may ignore you. I thought to start a new party. What for you? That's what they listen. Guess who's learning the system? The battle they are. We lost it. Yes, it was only that. It was only a battle. The war never ended. Not for me because I know Ed. The arena's changed but the war continues from one theater of war to the next. Still doing. What are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you doing? Look for endings. Brave and proud, right? Through the stories? Brave and proud? Looking for those that fucking just make it look real pretty. That would be good enough. Where are those pretty endings getting you? Where are they getting us? There's a lot of people who thought very hard for you to feel the learn and tell whatever story you want, however you want. But you need to know the why, especially the why. Even when it's ugly, especially when it is ugly. Kawa is ugly. The arena's changed. The theaters of war changed but the why remains. He reconsidered it. No, he doesn't. He takes some time to bottle it up again. Eventually, I am on my way. Let's read one thing. Outnumbered, we were outgunned, we were hit with blasts, shell fire coming from a type of godot diamondhead. We fled to the mountains for cover. And the funny thing about Manoa is while ripe with plant life, there's really hardly anything to eat. My guys were starving while we were down. We came across a sympathizer to the Hawaiian cause. That's what they call anyone that helps us, even if they're cannot. That's a very smart move in there. There was a startled older woman who took us in. She cared for us and we rested. She had hardly enough food for all of us. She did what she could with what she had. She only had one animal left. She gave it to us for food. It was her dog. The cat will see his lip. Yes, we're going to end this up with a melee. We had a this semester, Kanaka Kale Fernandez, who taught us this in parts. We're going to see if we're going to remember the parts that he taught us. But we're going to share with you if you know this melee, please sing along. This is a nice way, I think, for us to close with an understanding of our aina, an understanding of one another, our relationships here, and what our responsibility is to this particular aina. So mahalo again and join us