![]() ![]() ![]() In those first weeks I didn’t distinguish between Japanese and Chinese and Korean kids-they were all Orientals to me. Orientals-again, my terminology-were the school’s biggest ethnic group. This was unnerving because many of the Hawaiians were, for junior-high kids, alarmingly large, and the word was that they liked to fight. The “natives,” as I called them, seemed to dislike us particularly. ![]() What was true was that haoles (white people I was one of them) were a tiny and unpopular minority at Kaimuki. We had just moved to Honolulu, I was in the eighth grade, and most of my new schoolmates were “drug addicts, glue sniffers, and hoods”-or so I wrote to a friend back in Los Angeles. Still, Kaimuki Intermediate School was a shock. I had never thought of myself as a sheltered child. ![]()
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