Kūhai Hālau O Kanoheaokalikolaua’e Pā ‘Ōlapa Kahiko

Kūhai Hālau O Kanoheaokalikolaua’e  Pā ‘Ōlapa Kahiko

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Perpetuating the culture, language and traditions of Hawai'i through hula. They begin by learning proper basic hula steps using Hawaiian hula terminology.

Students (haumana) experience hula, Hawaiian traditions, culture and basic Hawaiian language. Through hula, students learn respect, discipline, grace and teamwork. Hula Classes -
Makua (45+) - Tuesdays 7:30-8:30pm
Kāne - Tuesdays 8:30-9:30pm
Adult Beginner - Wednesdays 8:30-9:30pm
Adult Int./Adv: Wednesday 7:30-8:30pm
Tweens - Thursdays 7:30-8:30pm
Keiki - Fridays 7:30-8:30pm

06/01/2026

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A Hawaiian prince spent a year in prison for his queen. Then he went to work for the government that took her throne.

He was born March 26, 1871, on Kauaʻi - a prince of the Kingdom of Hawaiʻi, a great-grandson of Kaumualiʻi, the last king of that island. His parents died when he was a boy, and a queen raised him. By the age of eleven he had been formally declared in line for the throne. His Royal Highness Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole - a prince of a country that was about to vanish.

In 1893, a group of American and European businessmen overthrew the kingdom and forced Queen Liliʻuokalani from her throne. Kūhiō was 22. He could have stayed quiet and kept his comfortable royal life.

Instead he joined an armed revolt to put her back. It failed. They charged him with treason and locked him in the Oʻahu prison at Iwilei. A prince of Hawaiʻi, in convict stripes, for one year.

A young woman named Elizabeth came to that prison and visited him every single day. A year after he walked free, he married her.

By then the kingdom was gone for good. On August 12, 1898, the Hawaiian flag came down over ʻIolani Palace for the last time.

And his people were dying. Not as a turn of phrase. When Captain Cook landed, there were an estimated 800,000 Hawaiians. By the year Kūhiō was born, around 51,000 were left.

So the prince stood before the Congress of the United States and begged.

"Do not make it possible for my people to reproach me," he said, "because in this great national family injustice is done to its youngest and weakest child."

His people, he warned - "renowned for their physique, their courage, their sense of justice, their hospitality" - would soon "be a matter of history."

To say it, he had made a choice that must have tasted like ash. He ran for a seat in the Congress of the very nation that had annexed his own. He won in a landslide in 1902. And for the next 19 years he served as a delegate with NO vote. He could speak on the floor. He could not cast a single ballot.

And with no vote, he built modern Hawaiʻi anyway.

He created the county governments the islands still run on today. He pried $27 million out of Washington to dredge Pearl Harbor. He built wharves and a lighthouse. He turned the volcano into a national park. He built a hospital for the people the territory had banished to Kalaupapa - the leprosy colony, the place you were sent to die.

A man with no vote did all of that.

But the work that consumed him was the land. In 1920 he introduced the Hawaiian Homes Commission Act - 200,000 acres set aside in trust, to put a vanishing people back on the soil their ancestors had lost. President Harding signed it into law on July 9, 1921.

It nearly killed him to get it there. And he knew it wasn't finished. The best parcels sat dry and useless. "We have ten or fifteen thousand acres of the finest land in the territory on Molokaʻi," he wrote, "but it must have water."

He was already gravely ill. Ten days before the end, he was still issuing orders from his sickbed.

"I am of course much worried," he wrote on December 27, 1921, "not only by my illness, but by work there in Washington."

He was dying, and he was worried about the work.

On January 7, 1922, he slipped into unconsciousness. Elizabeth was at his side - the same woman who, a quarter century before, had come to his prison cell every single day. He was fifty years old.

He never got his kingdom back. So he spent his life getting his people back their land.

They gave him the last royal funeral Hawaiʻi has ever held. For a week, crowds chanted around his body, day and night, without stopping. Then 300 Hawaiian stevedores - common dockworkers - took up the ropes and pulled his casket through the streets with their own hands.

And as they sealed the Prince of the People into the crypt, they sang "Aloha ʻOe" - the song written by the queen he had once gone to prison to save.

The county he built is still here. The harbor is still here. The volcano park is still here.

And the land is still there too - 200,000 acres, still held in trust, where Hawaiian families raise their children on homesteads that cost them one dollar a year.

But the thing he died worrying about still isn't done. A hundred years later, tens of thousands of Hawaiians are still on the waiting list for that land. Many of them die before their name is ever called.

"If he had lived even three or four years longer," one Hawaiian educator said, "it would have been set up so much better."

Every March 26, the whole state stops for him. Kūhiō Avenue. Kūhiō Beach. A holiday with his name on it.

Most people walk right past it and never learn what it cost. A prince who lost a crown, did his time in a cell, and gave away the rest of his life for a people the world had already written off.

"When we talk about Hawaiian heroes," that same educator said, "nobody mentions him."

It's time we did.

Ke Aliʻi Makaʻāinana. The Prince of the People.

He earned both words.

05/20/2026

Come join us for our 8th Annual Hō’ike - I ka wā ma mua, ka wā ma hope on Saturday, July 18th.

“Lessons from the past are the key to the future”

With special guests Kumu , Te Mau Tamari’i Tiare, and Ho’omana Hawaiian Band.


You can purchase tickets online by clicking the link in our bio or by going to https://kuhaihalauonohea2026.eventbrite.com/

$30 Early Bird Special (5/20/26-6/19/26)
$35 Presale (6/20/26-7/17/26)
$40 Day of Event 7/18/26 (upon availability)

Lap children under 3 are free.

Ticket sales are only available online, via EventBrite - we will not be taking cash at the door. All tickets are final, no refunds permitted.

Mahalo nui! Looking forward to seeing you there! ❤️

05/04/2026

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She was five years old. They struck her on the forehead for speaking Hawaiian. Bread and water for lunch. No going home for the holidays.

Her name was Mary Abigail Kawenaʻulaokalaniahiʻiakaikapoliopele Wiggin.
Today, the Hawaiians call her Tūtū Pukui. Grandmother Pukui.
She had been born in a house called Hale Ola. House of Life.

That house sat in Kaʻū, on Hawaiʻi Island. Her grandmother had delivered her there on April 20th, 1895. A midwife. A medicine woman. A hula dancer who had once performed in the court of Queen Emma. For the first nine years of Kawena's life, she lived at her grandmother's side, in a hut with a dirt floor, speaking nothing but Hawaiian.

Then her grandmother died. Hawaiʻi had been annexed by the United States. And the new government had passed a law in 1896 making Hawaiian illegal as a language of instruction in any school.

That's when the strikes on the forehead began.

She refused to stop speaking it.

She quit high school after they punished her again - this time for whispering in Hawaiian to a classmate who was struggling. She finally graduated at 28. She walked into the Bishop Museum and sat down with the anthropologists. And she did not stop working for the next 60 years.

Fifty books.
One hundred and fifty songs and chants.
Nearly three thousand Hawaiian proverbs translated.

She traveled island to island with a tape recorder. She tracked down the last fluent kūpuna - the elders - and interviewed them in Hawaiian. Hundreds of audiotape recordings. While the language was dying around her, she was bottling it for children who had not yet been born.

But here is what almost broke her.

By 1985, only 32 children in all of Hawaiʻi under the age of 18 still spoke the language she had been hit for as a little girl. THIRTY-TWO. In a population of more than a million. The language of her grandmother. The language of Hale Ola. The language she had refused to surrender at five years old. ALMOST GONE.

She was 90 years old. She was running out of time.

She died on May 21st, 1986.
She did not live to see her language allowed back into Hawaiʻi's classrooms.

But she had already won.

Two years before her death, in a small building on Kauaʻi, the first Pūnana Leo school had opened. A "language nest." Three-year-olds. Four-year-olds. Speaking Hawaiian to each other. Out loud. In a classroom. For the first time in nearly a century.

Tūtū Pukui lived just long enough to see it. The little girl whose forehead had been struck got to watch other five-year-olds speak her language openly. Legally. Without fear.

Today, more than 18,000 people in Hawaiʻi speak the language she saved.

Eleven Pūnana Leo immersion preschools across five islands.
A full K-12 Hawaiian medium school system.
A doctorate program at UH Hilo - the only PhD in any indigenous language in the United States.

Every one of them is built on her work. Her dictionary. Her grammar. Her three thousand proverbs. Her voice on hundreds of audiotapes, still teaching children whose great-grandparents she interviewed before they were born.

"Kawena really is the primary informant for how the Hawaiian culture is practiced today," said DeSoto Brown, archivist at the Bishop Museum.

Not preserved. Practiced.

In 1965, alone at her Birch Street home, she had recorded herself onto a reel-to-reel tape. Worried about the future. She asked, "Will Hawaiʻi remain Hawaiʻi without the knowledge of Hawaiian culture?"

She did not wait for an answer.
She became one.

She had asked only one favor of her people. Take care of their stories. Keep them in a permanent place. So that the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren could come and hear their voices.

The little girl whose forehead they struck for speaking Hawaiian became the voice that kept Hawaiian alive.

Some people preserve a culture.
Tūtū Pukui rebuilt one. 🌺

Photos from Kūhai Hālau O Kanoheaokalikolaua’e  Pā ‘Ōlapa Kahiko's post 05/03/2026

Lei of Aloha Festival ✔️

We are grateful to have been able to dance at the Lei of Aloha Festival for another year! Mahalo for having us and sharing the aloha ❤️🤙🏽

Photos from Kūhai Hālau O Kanoheaokalikolaua’e  Pā ‘Ōlapa Kahiko's post 04/29/2026

Alohhaaaaa! 🌺 🤙🏽

We have the honor to perform at the Lei of Aloha Festival again in Vallejo. It is a free event so come out and hang!

📍860 Nimitz Ave. Vallejo, CA

⏰ Performance time: 3:15pm

Hope to see you there!

04/28/2026
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