A TALE OF TWO COUNTRY'S

By RK LINDSEY

THE TALE OF TWO COUNTRY'S is a story (as covered in Public Law 103-150) of the theft of Queen Lli'uokalani's Kingdom (The Hawaiian Kingdom) by the United States of America. The central characters are Eikahi (one in Hawaiian) and Elua (two in Hawaiian) O'Donnell, twin brothers of Hawaiian Irish descent. Eikahi believes in Hawaiian sover

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Regency Publishers
• Release date: Nov 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781960113054

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A Tale of Two Country’s

Rk Lindsey, Jr.

Copyright © 2022 Rk Lindsey, Jr.

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ISBN: 978-1-960113-06-1 (Paperback Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-960113-07-8 (Hardcover Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-960113-05-4 (E-book Edition)

Some characters and events in this book are fictitious and products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Table of Contents

Pa’s Intervention

Love With Aloha

We Become Pacifists Without Pa’s Blessing

We Know Better Now

Pa Wins

Waikii-My Home Sweet Home Forever And Sunshine

A Major Obstacle

Parker Ranch, The Military And Fun Times

Old Times

Sunshine, My (Kumu) Teacher

End Of Star Gazing

The Waikii Pig Farmer

The Ugly Duckling Becomes A Swan

Pa Should Have Listened To Her

Pa, The Corn King

Pa, The Boxer

Pohaukuloa Training Area Aka Pta

Ma The Cook & Baker

Our House

Tubby

A Special Place

Ekahi & I Go Separate Ways

Work

Ma Steps In

Extra Help

High School And The University

The Past

Sunday Dinner

Sunday Drives

I Finally Tell Her

Pa’s Eccentricities

Being Teased/Ekahi The Singer

Work

High School And College

Viet Nam Here I Come

Viet Nam

Tripler & Physical Therapy

Pa Picks Me Up

Jim Gives Me A Ride

The Wedding

Ekahi Becomes A Pain

1893

Her Majesty Liliuokalani

Queen of the Sovereign Kingdom of Hawai’i

Honolulu, 17 January 1993

Statement to United States Minister John L. Stevens and Provisional Governor Sanford Ballard Dole

I, Lili’uokalani, by the grace of God and under the constitution of the Hawaiian Kingdom, Queen, do hereby solemnly protest against any and all acts done against myself and the constitutional government of the Hawaiian Kingdom by certain persons claiming to have established a provisional government of and for this Kingdom. That I yield to the superior force of the United States of America, whose Minister Plenipotentiary, His Excellency John L. Stevens, has caused United States troops to be landed at Honolulu and declared that he would support the said Provisional Government. Now, to avoid any collision of armed forces and perhaps loss of life. I do, under this protest, and impelled by said forces, yield my authority until such time as the Government of the United States shall, upon the facts being presented to it, undo the action of its representative and reinstate me in the authority, which I claim as the constitutional sovereign of the Hawaiian Islands.

These were the worst of times for Ekahi (means one, in Hawaiian) and me (Elua means two, in Hawaiian). Identical twin brothers, born on Christmas day 1948, living in a time of recovery, healing and reconstruction after WWII. When three men, Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Hideto Tojo who led powerful nations, started a war that spread like a cancer over Europe, Asia and the west Pacific. Men wanting control of the globe and paid with their lives for their diabolical dreams.

All three met violent ends. Hitler drank poison. Mussolini was shot, ropes were then tied around his legs, hung from a bridge and his body dragged through the streets. Tojo was put blindfolded in front of a firing squad. I surmise you know what the result was. Three evil men, with demented egos, inflated power and wicked ways got what they deserved.

Like these tyrants, Mele Kalikimaka Ekahi (Merry Christmas-first born), my brother, and I, Mele Kalikimaka Elua (Merry Christmas-second born) had our ridiculous moments. Ekahi saw first light. He came out of our mom’s womb, a minute and forty-nine seconds before me. He was first in everything before me except over Sunshine. A girl. Otherwise, I was always ‘second fiddle’ to him. I beat him on that one. And, til today, he has not forgiven me. Envy is still his nemesis. Poor guy.

We had our personal miniature sand box version of Hitler, Mussolini, Tojo and their maladies. Control of who was stronger and tougher. Him or me. We loved a good fight. Oh, how we loved a good scrap. Usually, it was over nothing, but as brothers even if it was over nothing, we had to exchange punches, trade words, inappropriate and otherwise, to own the small space we occupied. In that sense we were like Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo. But we didn’t destroy cities, kill old men and babies and didn’t need bombers with bombardiers and tanks and ships with big guns behaving like dragons spitting smoke and fire from the sea. It was just me versus Ekahi. In its dumbest sense, I guess this is what brotherly love is about. But its little scraps like these that result sadly in world wars that impact innocent masses in hurtful ways.

Pa’s Intervention

We’d go at it. Punch for punch. Some landing with impact. Many without. Pa would be irritated to the hilt about our reckless altercations. He’d be busy mending a broken fence line, repairing a truck engine, or grinding corn. He’d have to stop what he was doing to show us how what we were doing, affected a busy farmer with more work than he could handle with not enough time on his hands to get it all done to deal with our nonsense.

His two useless helpers, taking a ten-minute play break were annoying him immensely and interrupting his work rhythm. We didn’t have coffee breaks back than you see. We were non-union and child labor laws did not exist on our hundred-acre corn farm and dairy. We had play breaks which were more like boxing or wrestling matches. The prize was the joy of winning. I usually lost so if anyone had something to look forward to, it was me. Finally, being able to beat up Ekahi. Which never happened except in my head as magical thinking.

We quickly drove a stoic, quiet Irish brute of a man into a donkey, with an infected testicle who really needed the assistance of a veterinarian to manage his impatient