"Haole Go Home" ran in the January 1970 issue of SURFER, with a short introduction from the editor as follows: "Relationships between the Hawaiians and the haoles (newcomers, non-residents, visitors) have not always been smooth, surfers included. Lately, stories of beatings, stomps and punchouts by angry locals have been widely circulated. Often the punchout comes with no apparent cause, at least on the surface. For a better understanding of the Hawaiian attitude, read the following explanation by a local who chooses to remain anonymous.

Why do I feel like stomping the haole? Well, look at my side of things. Suppose I came over to your house and said you weren't dressing right, you weren't living right, and this and that. You'd get mad and sock me too. It's a lot deeper than that I guess, but that's the way we feel. You Mainlanders come over here and try to run the show, and we are supposed to be your servants. You've taught us to need your money and your conveniences, but we'll never respect you. I get plenty burned up when I think of what's happened to my brothers and our Island. But we still have our pride.

A long time ago, our Islands were beautiful and our traditions of life were simple and honest. Then Captain Cook and the missionaries that followed taught us that we were sinners. They taught us shame, and they encouraged us to change our carefree ways. They brought the word of God, but I don't think God had this in mind. This rape of Hawaii! It makes my blood boil when I see all the hotels and stores, all the ships in our harbors, servicemen on our streets and tourists jamming up everything. Till a few years ago, we could still get away from all of this by going surfing. Now that's even taken over by the haole.

This latest prostitution of our Islands is being committed by the long-haired, hippie-type, drug-taking surfers who infest our best and most beautiful surfing spots with their repulsiveness. Why do these folks come to Hawaii? Why don't they go home and take their drugs and pretend they are in Hawaii? They have ruined some of my friends who never thought of any more than a little beer now and again.

So once in a while when I get a few good blasts of beer going, I get to thinking of all of these things, and some haole acts up; well, I just bust him one good one, and I feel a little better.

"WHY DO I FEEL LIKE STOMPING THE HAOLE?"

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