Haole

I had never known any haoles except Elmer and Marks and they were ice cold affairs. Everyone was always glad when their twice-a-month visit was pau. The very island seemed to sigh with relief […]

And the white guy who ate Rice-A-Roni with butter was the haole who didn’t speak pidgin or eat real rice.

Commerce was flourishing in the kingdom and the rising merchant class was made up largely of haole rather than Hawaiians.