Over a decade ago I got off a plane in Maui and stepped into a different world. Not the world of palm trees, vast beaches, gentle waves and tropical beauty, but a political, historical and cultural world of frustration and remorse. I was walking into the world of the Hawaiian Sovereignty Movement.
Dennis “Bumpy” Kanahele met me at the airport. He was, and still is, a big man who stood with pride; the way only people to whom respect is paramount can stand. He looked me in the eye, extended his giant hand to shake mine, and offered me a …