Lifting the sky over Samoa, liting the sky over Tonga lifting the Sky over Viti lfting the sky over Rapanui liting the sky over Tahiti, liting the sky over Hawai'i liting the sky over Aotearoa, and looking to, paying respects to Papua, to the Chamorro, to Vanuatu, to Kiribati lifing the ten heavens above Moana, not your Pacific, not your Disney, but our Moana And now in tiki bars Chilean soldiers have drinks from tiki mugs after shooting down Rapanui protestors in Rapanui, not Easter Island, not Isla de Pascua but Rapanui, whose entire population was kidnapped and sold in slavery to South American mines in the 19th century, and whose survivors are shot on the streets of their lands in Rapanui today And American police drink maitais in Honolulu bars from tiki mugs while native Hawaiian people live homeless on the beaches And Indonesian settlers drink from tiki mugs in West Papua where half a million Papuans have been killed seeking freedom after being sold down the river by President Kennedy so he could build some mines for his rich cultivated humanitarian friends And French tourists drink from tiki mugs in Nouvelle Calédonie and Polynesie Francaise while native people are Where? Where are we? In the wallpaper, on the mugs? dan taulapapa mcmullin

Notices where this attachment appears

Notices where this attachment appears