Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Volume II, Number 272, 3 September 1891 — Page 4

KA LEO O KA LAHUI.

"E Mau ke Ea o ka Aina i ka Pono."

 

 

KA LEO

John E. Bush

Luna Hooponopono a me Puuku.

 

THURSDAY, SEPT 3, 1891.

 

 

Race Prejudices

 

            After a long and discreet silence, the Silurians of the "Advertiser" woke up last Monday to give the LEO a weak poke in the rips.  The LEO's editors are compared to Chinese Mandarins and Buddhist priests and are accused of trying to stir up race prejudices.  Ye false prophets!  Were it not you and your missionary party who in 1887 displayed your race prejudices by stirring up revolution with the avowed purpose of depriving the Hawaiian of all political rights and power?  and did you not in 1889, when the Hawaiian made a weak attempt to regain their rights, curse the kanaka and swear by your halidom, and by your troth that it was fine sport shooting down kanakas.  Race prejudices indeed!  Did time and space permit we could make a long recital to show that whatever prejudices have existed have been mainly on the side of the whites against the natives.  The kindness and hospitality of the Hawaiian is proverbial:  It has generally been met with treachery and disdain by the hypocritical faction of the whites known as the missionary party, with their usurous mortgages.

 

            No, the LEO is not attempting to stir up race prejudices, for beside the senselessness of such a policy, a study of the census would show that such a plan would be dangerous as well as futile, on account of the decline of the Hawaiian race, and the many different nationalities who are gathered here in such large numbers.  Which race should we try to prejudices against, the other?  and for what purpose?  Race prejudice is a fire-brand that must never be conjured up in this kingdom.

 

            But the LEO is conjuring up a political party to oppose the so-called missionary party.  The National Party is distinctively Hawaiian and by this we mean, not only the native Hawaiian, and the largely increasing class of mixed blood, but also every foreigner from whatever clime, who by ties, adoption and settlement, has made his home in Hawaii and has acquired the right to be one of the people and have a voice in the government.  We recognize them all as Hawaiians with equal interests, and when joined together in political issues,the question of race prejudices will not be considered.  The only claim we have made and will continue in, is that the Hawaiian born whether pure natives, mixed or entirely foreign shall have preferment in our civil service.

 

            The term missionary as applied to a political party is really a misnomer.  It came into use through the fact that the early missionaries neglected their teachings and became very prominent in our political affairs, and were in continual conflict with those outside of their clique, who used the term missionary in scorn and reproach of those who preached the Gospel with the Bible in one hand and reached  out for power and pelf with the other.  For many years the government was controlled by these missionaries of the gospel, and they gradually built up a powerful clique, who under cover of a hypocritical church organization, retained all power in their hands, sought their own aggrandizement, and inaugurated a social inquisition against all who were outside the pale of their semi-militant chuch.  Sugh bigot and hypocrisy naturally excited the contempt of the liberal class of foreigners who had been emigrating to our shores.  But the church party were strong in power, and the term "missionary" was still applied by their opponents with even more reproach and sarcasm than before, for they were getting tired of the "blue-laws" of rulers.  In later years this missionary party having acquired wealth have allied with the weathy class of sugar planters and sugar factors, and though they have now been out of power for some time, they have been struggling hard to regain the reins of government.

 

            The missionary party, (for this title has descended to the, and though now a misnomer, cannot be eradicated) are not exactly the same as they were in their halcyon days of power, but are now composed principally of a handful of wealthy classes and their dependents.  The church power is not so great, for Mammon is now worshipped more than God.  Opposed to them are the National Party, comprising the laboring men, mechanics, small farmers, and the masses generally who find their rights and interests threatened by the would-be wealthy aristocracy.  It is but a repetition of unf@versal history the struggle of the masses against the classes.

 

 

The Bulletin's Inconsistensies.

 

II

            The Bulletin does not like to be "snarled or sneered at," but it confesses it to be no new thing:  "Before the last campaign, there was a similar kind of snarling (against it) on a part of small factional politicians and "orphaned sheets" vexed because the "orb" would "take no stock in their frantic attempts to make themselves and their views recognized."  This admission only goes to prove one thing, viz:   that at that time, the Bulletin was just as much "on the fence" as it how is and ever will be.  But the funny thing is that, this last time, the Bulletin was the one who started the attack, the sneers and snarls at the "mongrel Hawaiian and English sheet:" the LEO only retorted in self-defense, and the Bulletin having got the worse of the fight, went around wailing"blue murder."  Be consistent, ye "reflecting" brothers, and leave the LEO alone, if you do not like to be whipped.

 

            Now for a bit of history, kangaroo fashion,---we continue to quote the Queen Street sheet:  "This crowd (of S. F. politicians and orphaned sheets) rushed a platform of their incoherent, ill-digested notions on the public gaze, calling the heterogenous compound of ultra-radicalism and baldest reactionary twaddle by the name of principles"....A single article in the Bulletin knocked the bottom out of the ungainly fabric, and its wreck was cleared away so expeditiously that in a week there was not a vestige of it to mar the political landscape."  By jove ! this is a modest assertion !  But if we are not mistaken, the authorship of what Jupiter "orb" is pleased to call "incoherent, ill-digested, hetero twaddle, etc., belongs to the Mechanic' Union, and therefore that association is the crowd alluded to.  Well ! it is a known fact that the Bulletin never has been sympathetic or partial to that association; it is evidently afraid of soiling its dainty fingers by conteact with the horny but honest hand of our laboring class, and it has never missed an opportunity of throwing sneers and ridicule on the mechanics and their opinions; probably the "orb" thinks that such a crowd is not entitled to have an opinion of their own, and ought not to be allowed to express it.  Men so sensitive to sneers as the editors of the Bulletin , ought to be a little more careful of the feelings of the best class of our population, the one that combines honesty with hard work and stolid patience, when suffering under government misrule and plutocratic tyranny.

 

            However the self-styled "tribune" wants us to believe that the "ungainly fabric" of the Mechanics' political expressions was just blowndown by a "single article" of its powerful editor!  we are not generally curious about the orb's doing, but we would like to know in what issue this cyclonic effort was published?  Wonder it did not burst the Bulletin press and blow to atoms the poor compositors!  But, strange to say, the Mechanics' Union itself never felt anything of the tornado and the document it had published stood for months as the banner of the party, until it became expedient to modify it in form,--not to comply with the Bulletin's thunder,--but as a conciliatory policy to allay the timidity of some of the running candidates.  In sober fact, the say , the "candid or seasonable opinions" of the Bulletin , had nothing at all to do with the matter.

 

            But to continue with our self-constituted adversary's consistencies.  After the above described cyclone and wreck, "in its place," says the modest Bulletin , "arose a platform of common-sense and progress, on which a signal victory was won at the polls."  The Bulletin having, according to its assertion, knocked to pieces the previous platform, one would think that it furnished or at least helped to concoct the document that took the place of the "wrecked" one.  But no!!...The Bulletin was nowhere!  It had no show whatsoever in the production of the new platform that was going to win at the polls.  Where was then the Bulletin , after its cyclonic blowing!  It was prudently sitting on the fence, as usual, waiting for a "seasonable time" to take sides with the presumably strongest party, and express its "candid opinion" when no danger could be apprehended; in fact, the public never knew anything of that new platform through the Bulletin , until it was published in its back column at so much per column, a purely financial communication, and that is how the Bulletin "led" or ever "reflected" public opinion, and assisted the National Party!  If the Bulletin dared to contradict us, we will challenge it to publish the real authorship of the national platform of 1890, and to bring forth the proper proof of its share, if any, in its production.

 

 

FOOTPRINTS.

Written by D. M. Crowley.

 

            What appears to be human footprints have been discovered in the sandstone formation near the coast.  They are several feet below the surface and apparently of very ancient date.  We rise to explain how those footprints got there:

 

'Twas a dreary night by a dreary shore,

            And slowly the murky tide did flow,

With a dismal wail and a washy roar,

            Some fifty-five hundred years ago;

Ank the winds flew by with a dolorous hum,

Like a worn-out harp or a muffled drum.

 

The skies were as dark as a hidden sin

            O'er the dreamer who pondered there alone,

And sadly the inky seas rolled in,

            As he sat and mused in an undertone,

He was an editor thin with woe,

And he grasped in his hand the KA LEO.

 

For things were bad in that far off day

            About thirty-five hundred years B. C.,

And the naked subscriber wouldn' pay,

            But always wanted his paper free;

And a hairy contributor long and thin,

Raised Cain when his paragraphs didn't go in.

 

And he mused in hieroglyphics there

            For language wasn't invented yet,

And so a citizen had to swear,

            In a sort of cuniform alphabet;

And when he couldn't help but damn,

He did it by means of a diagram.

 

And he thought of the undressed nobiliie

            Who put on airs at the ancient date,

And passed resolutions beneath a tree

            "Will the Hui Kalaiaina please federate,"

But they sat on their tails with a billious eye

When a common mechanic passed them by.

To be continued.

 

 

ON DIT.

 

            That friend Turrill has returned from the Coast, and it is a matter of comment that he must be a marine hoodoo, for every time he goes and returns a sealing schooner drifts down here in distress and always fails to made the port of Honolulu first.  Look out now boys for a sealing schooner in distress or it may be a whaler this time.

 

            That ten "old subscribers and constant readers" of the Bulletin, scared by its announcement  of August 26th, have contributed 5 cents each for advertising the following ---" wanted, clearly defined principles of the Bulletin which are to constitute the ground-work of the next campaign:  when looked for, they could not be found, and any one who can give any indication of their whereabout will be entitled to a 50 cent reward.

 

            That native Hawaiian Premiers lately are a failure; but the first was better than the last, and may yet reappear.

 

            That it is up-hill work for the amphibious writer of the Bulletin to write a good editorial without the aid of its jumping marsupial friend.

 

            That our contemporary the Bulletin is quite sore because it cannot hide its editorial head in the sand without giving the LEO a chance to lampoon the other extreme of its vertebrae.

 

            That there is considerable scandal among the ladies that went touring a little while ago.

 

            That a fashionable and noble engagement will soon be announced.

 

            That an Honorable member of the Legislature was after a Crewes yesterday,

 

            That the inscription on that "large calabash" is next to being blasphemous if not quite so, showing where sense ceases and nonsense begins.

 

            That a Hidalgo has been elevated to the peerage of the Privy Council; that he has not even a tin-pot title, or an iron coronet, but has nailed an honor by his urbanity in dispensing domestic utensils to the Premier.

 

            That the Arch-Duke was furious when the new Privy Councilors were announced without his preknowledge or assent.

 

            That the new Councilors are a qveer combinatation of brain, brawn and fat, and one of them at least will be able to fill his seat.

 

            That in ail countries except Hawaii, Privy Councilors are men of ability, who have rendered distinguished services to their country, or have the mental capacity to do so.

 

That there's a sheet called KA LEO

Which comes out every day, oh !

And the Cabinet it does slay, oh !

            In its gay youth !

It can scold and it can scream,

It can criticise by the ream,

But it can't and won't deem

            Tell an untruth !

(P. C. Advertiser corrected.)

 

            That the power behind the throne proposes to inaugurate a new reform party.  The little red lion is his first choice for legislative honors, and the rest will be of an equal calibre.  It won't work, however, as both man and mistress will learn.  That manifest destiny points in another direction, and you had better look well to you own caput---Charlie.

 

            That two Chinamen have been fined $250 a piece for being "catspaws" in opium smuggling, and that nevertheless the vigilant Marshal will very soon ferret out two non-celestials for being the "principles" of the catspaws.  But will not the judicial sieve work as usual in stopping the small fish whilst the big fish slips out?

 

 

HE ANAINA HOOMANA MA BRITS HALE.

 

            O na Halawai i malama mau ia iho nei ma Ariona Hale, ua uwai ia ae nei ma Brits Hale, ma ke kihi o na alanui Moi a me Kamika.  E hoomaka ana ma na Lapule a pau ke anaina haipule i ka hora 10, o ka haiolelo ana i ka hora 11, mao ka mahele olelo ala, a i ka hora 7 o ke ahiahi no na mea a pau i lohe i ka olelo haole.  Lunakahiko,

A. Haws.

 

 

HE ILIO PAE HEWA.

            Ua loaa ia'u ma ko'u wahi noho ma Peleula, ika la 20 o Aug, kekahi ilio opiopio' eia kona ano, eleele ka ihu, ulaula ke kino, keokeo na wahi wawae ai eha.  O ko ona nana keia wahi ilio, e pono oia e kii koke mai, me ka uku pu mai i ko'u mau lilo o ka hoolaha ana, a me kuu malama ana iaia, a ina e hala na la he 15, e lilo loa no ia'u keia ilio.

Owau no me ka oiaio

Moses Waakahuli.