Hula or Hora? Tzedakah or Aloha?

As Jews, we are all too familiar with our history of tragedy, death and

destruction. It is part of our heritage and why we are easily able to

have/give Rachmones---empathy/compassion/mercy for those who

suffer from unbelievable disasters.

In the wake of Mother Nature’s destruction in a land of lush beauty

and tranquility, we offer the state of Hawaii our highest of virtues,

Tzedakah, or as they call it, Aloha---caring compassion for others.

Whether from afar or if you are in the Islands, there are ways to

contribute to their needs. It is what Jews do, Tikkun, help repair the

world, and what Hawaiians do, Kokua---help, assist, comfort and

support.

So many of us Mainlanders vacation in the various islands of Hawaii and

enjoy the beauty, peacefulness and traditions or what they call,

Maluhia---peace, calm tranquility, security, safety and what we call

Shalom.

We may even take this fantasy land for granted to bring us the down-

time we crave in our busy and hectic lives. But today, a piece of that

paradise is gone and to the residents and indigenous people it is more

than the deprivation of beauty and commerce: It is the emptiness of

Mauna Kea…most sacred/spiritual locations---where holy ceremonies

are performed, like our synagogues or the Wailing Wall.

The now burnt land represents the loss of the cherished sights of

historical and cultural assets along with an emotional and physical

connection to their ancestors. We Jews can identify with all of this.

We too have experienced this loss and destruction many times over,

physically and emotionally.

Jews are survivors, one of our strongest attributes and part of our

DNA. Hawaiians who survive their tragedies are known as Me ola and

are people of Kupa---always standing firm and steadfast.

Community is a great part of their tradition; can community describe

Jews any better? Like Hawaiians, we Jews have a discipline for

spiritual ideas, prayers and chants, we Daven, and they also repeat

rhythmical pleas throughout the days as if they were having a

conversation with their god. We both celebrate a happy dance with the

Hula as part of their cultural Hawaiian traditions and we dance the

Hora. They prepare traditional foods, like we do, with great care that

represents the historic act of loving, giving and sharing. Food is love

for both our people.

Ho omau is to preserve, perpetuate and continue as a strong people, so

Jewish! The Hawaiian meaning of Mana is their spiritual power and

energy, ours is Ruach; Ho’olana is Hope, our Hatikvah. Ola in Hawaiian

is To Life, our La Chaim! Ho’onahoa exemplifies courage, we encourage

Chazak Ve’Ematz! Ho’o Po.mai.k---to bless, how many Brachas do we

say each day? Hukai/po---Hawaiians encourage their people to hide

from the Night Marchers and don’t look them directly in the eye as it

is considered an evil omen and we PooPoo the Evil Eye to keep it far

away! Laka, the Hula Goddess is the gentle female who is domestic,

goddess of love and fertility, gentle, docile and watches over the

vegetation which also describes our Woman of Valor/The Sabbath

Bride.

An ancient story tells a tale about King David who befriended a wise

man from a far and beyond land and was educated in the traditions of

foreign and ancient places. The King and his friend indulged in large

amounts of intoxicating libations while the friend continuously

flattered the King. For a reward, the King bestowed the name of Big

Kahuna to the man, which was a prize akin to a title of his own people’s

high priests, the kohanim. Not unlike our Kahn or Cohens, the Jewish

priest.

Fast forward to 1798 with the first mention of a Jew in Hawaii where

a sailor from the whaling ship Neptune was a cook. No evidence of

Jewish delicacies, though. Then in 1886 Elias Abraham Rosenberg

arrived in Honolulu from San Francisco bearing a Torah scroll and yad

that he claimed came from England or Australia while expounding he

descended from the Big Kahuna of ancient times. No one was able to

verify that disclosure nor the story that he was run out of San

Francisco for counterfeit crimes.

His legacy is that when he fled Hawaii in 1887, the Torah and yad were

left behind and fell into the hands of the royal Hawaiian family. Their

heirs loaned it to the local Jewish community for High Holiday services

in the early 20 th century and the yad was dedicated to the Reform

synagogue Emanu-El in 1960 with the Torah given to them in 1972.

In the mid-19 th century, Jews migrated to Hawaii over the years, many

coming from San Francisco as merchants seeing trade opportunities,

especially in sugar and coffee products. They set up general and dry

goods stores. The Jewish population has varied over the years while a

Jewish cemetery was established, some Jews went into local politics,

teaching at colleges and families established synagogues. In Hawaii

today, 8,000-10,000 Jewish people call the islands their home.

Living in the Hawaiian paradise is a dream but often dreams do burn in

the wind where Mother Nature takes over for no good reason.

Whatever HER grounds for the destruction we don’t know but the

Hawaiian people will rebuild with their strength and spirit, their

traditions will survive with hope, peace and love, like us Jews have done

over and over again.

SO, I’m wondering, are the Hawaiians one of the lost tribes???