Displaced

is my contribution to the conversation about the impact that gentrification and the cost of living in Hawaiʻi has on locals.

I donʻt want my home to be a place where only tourists and the rich can afford. Why must we give up everything we know and the land we love just so we can survive? Is it for the outsiders who have no connection to Hawaiʻi so they can buy a beach house they only step in once a year? Is it so tourists can buy bobblehead hula dancers and mini tiki souvenirs, completely oblivious to Hawaiʻiʻs heartbreaking history? Is it for the developers who want to make a quick buck? We donʻt want to sacrifice anything just so someone can live out their paradisal dream. We want to stay in a place we call home and give our future families the same childhood we had growing up.