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 Ekahi (one in Hawaiian) and Elua (two in Hawaiian) O'Donnell, twin brothers of Hawaiian Irish descent. Ekahi believes in Hawaiian sovereignty, retu

• Language: English
• Publisher: RK Lindsey JR
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798890213273

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A Tale of

Two Country’s

RK LINDSEY, JR.

A Tale of Two Country’s

© 2024 Rk Lindsey, Jr..

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ISBN: 979-8-89021-328-0 (Paperback Edition)

ISBN: 979-8-89021-329-7 (Hardcover Edition)

ISBN: 979-8-89021-327-3 (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.

Printed in the United States of America.

Her Majesty Liliuokalani

Queen of the Sovereign Kingdom of Hawai’i. Honolulu, 17 January 1893

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 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 propelled by said forces, yield my authority until 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.

In short the United States colluded through U.S. Minister Stevens to steal Hawaii (protested by the Kue Petiton to Congress signed by 43,000 Hawaiians) from our gracious Queen in 1893. In time this event breached the relationship between my brother Ekahi and me, Elua (fictional characters but all that is summarized in Public Law 103-150 is the ‘whole truth and nothing but the truth.’). Until today, the U.S. as described on pages 99-103 has yet to reparate us, as native Hawaiians for this theft for military purposes primarily. Public Law 103-150 is just a piece of well smith-ed worthless paper. Of course some will argue we have been reparated via the Hawaiian Homes Act of 1920. That Act is biased in favor of half natives. If you are not half native, under the Act, you are ineligible to apply for a residential, farm or ranch leasehold through the Department of Haawaiian Home Lands. If your successors are less than a quarter Hawaiian, when you die, they are evicted off of your leasehold.

Our beloved Queen, from her Overthrow in 1893 to her death in 1917, worked tirelessly to be restored to her throne. Sadly to no avail. This single event has divided us as the native people of Hawaii. A divide caused by the U.S. employing a ‘divide and conquer’ strategy. After her Overthrow, Hawaii became a Provisional Government, which was replaced by a Republic, than a U.S. territory and finally the 50th State of the Union in 1959. Only a handful of Hawaiians supported Statehood. We were outnumbered by others (Caucasians and Asians) who supported Statehood. We are sill outnumbered and find ourselves, ‘Strangers in our Land.’ More Hawaiians (54%) live outside of than in Hawaii today.

IN THE BEGINNING

These were the worst times for Mele Kalikimaka Ekahi O’Donnell (Merry Christmas one in Hawaiian) and me, Merry Christmas Elua O’Donnell (Merry Christmas two in Hawaiian). We were born Christmas day 1948, twin brothers, living in a time of recovery, healing, and reconstruction three years after WWII ended. When three men; Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, and Hideto Tojo, who led powerful nations, started a war which spread like COVID over Europe, Asia, and the South Pacific. Men who wanted control of the globe and paid dearly with their lives in pursuit of their diabolical dream.

All met violent ends. Hitler drank poison. Mussolini was shot. His comatose body then dragged through the streets of Italy. Tojo was blindfolded, forced to stand stiffly at attention in front of a firing squad. I surmise you know what the result was. Three guys with demented egos, inflated power, and wicked ways got what they deserved.

Like these tyrants, Ekahi, and I had our diabolical moments. Ekahi saw first light. He came out of our mom’s womb a minute and forty-nine seconds before me. Ekahi was first in everything except Sunshine—a girl blessed with special gifts. A golden heart, beautiful mind, helpful hands. Otherwise, I always was ‘second fiddle’ to Ekahi which ticked me off. But I beat him on Sunshine. She’s mine. All mine. From fifth grade until today. Envy is his nemesis—poor guy. And me. Heck I’m not sorry. He will just have to bury his lust for Sunshine until he’s laid to rest in our family graveyard.

We had our miniature sandbox versions of Hitler, Mussolini, Tojo, and their basic foibles. Control. Power. Envy. Who was stronger and tougher? Him or me? We loved a good fight. Oh, how we loved a hearty scrap. Usually, it was over nothing, but as brothers, even if it was over nothing, we had to exchange punches and trade words, inappropriate and otherwise, to own the small space we occupied. We were like Hitler, Mussolini, and Tojo, in that sense. Miniature versions. We didn’t destroy cities, kill old people, pregnant women and babies. If we did, it was only make believe. We didn’t leave the brutal scars of war behind us. We didn’t need bombers with bombardiers and tanks and ships with big guns behaving like dragons spitting smoke and fire. It was just me versus Ekahi. In its dumbest sense, this is what brotherly love is sometimes about. But it’s little scraps like these that sadly, sometimes result in world wars. Wars that impact innocent masses in hurtful, destructive ways. Our beefs were one on one. Resulting, now and then, in a black eye, knobs on our foreheads or bloody knuckles.

PA’S INTERVENTION

We’d go at it. Groping and grappling like two Roman wrestlers pretending to be in an Athens coliseum. Punching away like Muhammad Ali and George Floyd in Las Vegas in an imaginary ring without ropes for guardrails. Some punches landed with impact. Many missed their target. Pa irritated to the hilt with our reckless altercations would step in. He’d be busy mending a broken fence line, repairing a truck engine, or grinding corn. He’d stop what he was doing to show us how we were annoying a busy farmer with more work than he could handle to deal with our nonsense.

His two helpers, taking a ten-minute break, riled him immensely at times. You see, we disrupted his work rhythm. Once he was hammering a nail. He missed the nail head. Hammered his thumb instead. The sting he felt in his thumb was quickly passed on to us. Boy was he mad. ‘Pissed off,’ is a more appropriate descriptor. Boy oh boy did we get it. Coffee breaks didn’t exist back then. We were non-union. Child labor laws did not exist