The Achilles Heel of Cultural Hegemony
The Call of the Wild
Human Rewilding
Honolulu 1979 Kau 1989
After buying land on the Big Island, things went slowly as we built by hand. By the time the money ran out, we had a large shed that we used for vacations.
Friends, family, and my wife asked, "What the hell are you doing?" I couldn't explain it. I didn't know that I was Rewilding like Jack London's Buck.
Even if I had, at the time, I didn't dare to say so until now, many years later.
My practice of a timeless way of building has become a ruin. Initially, I could leave a hammer on the ground for months between visits and return to find it where I left it. But slowly, things changed. Drug addiction and poverty washed over the area. Property crime and theft became common in areas left unguarded, halting development.
Playing at construction onsite was a magical place at the rainbow's end. But soon, it will be razed except for the footings and columns. They will be kept as a reminder of the gifts Pele provided one day while I was on-site alone.
