This has been a very personal election cycle for me, in so many ways. Our household was directly impacted by the war in Iraq, having a veteran in the family. We have family members who’ve been affected dramatically by illnesses, both in terms of the financial drain on their households demanded by their health care, and by the lack of gene therapies to treat them. Our youngest cannot remember a time when we were not at war. We had expectations of candidates driven by these personal circumstances.
The election cycle affected how values are taught and expectations set in our household. For the first time in my life, I was able to truthfully tell both my son and daughter that they could be anything they chose to be — and I had role models to which I could point in the Speaker of the House, presidential and vice-presidential, senate and congressional candidates. For the first time my family could count among friends people who cared enough to run for state and local office, and with whom we’d discussed our personal issues and demands as voters and future voters.
But the impact is not on family alone; the impact is highly immediate. A baton was passed to the post-Boomers last night as Sen. Barack Obama was declared the presumptive president elect. It truly changes my personal expectations of myself when someone my age, 47 years old, wins the presidency. I am now of age, in other words; I am a member of the class of people who must now take a leadership role. It’s truly time to grow up and do the work that needs to be done.
The president-elect is someone who like me has lost family, leaving a void in their personal life that must be filled. We don’t deliberately seek out people to fill gaps that people leave behind when they depart this life, but when we lose a trusted elder who guided us through tough times and provided wisdom when we needed it, we seek to fill that need. But at this point in our lives we need to begin to find some of that wisdom within and not from without. We need to become comfortable with our own skin. We need to well and truly possess the gifts of wisdom that others have left us by using them. No more making phone calls for guidance on those deeply challenging matters of ethics; it’s time to be the one taking those calls.
I admit freely that I haven’t been as introspective about this as I should be, even with the loss of elder family members whose wisdom molded my life. The need for introspection came home this week when Obama’s grandmother passed away; he’s on his own now with the wisdom his elders left him. He’ll have to tap on that wisdom without their guidance. So will I. As a pastor giving a eulogy for an elder of our family pointed out this year, the "busias" are passing on — those scarf-wrapped elderwomen who sustained the church and its charitable institutions but are taken for granted by the younger members of the faith are now leaving us. It’s time for me to be among those newly-minted "busias."
And as a person of mixed racial heritage, the oyster has been opened, the pearl revealed: the next President is both as white and as non-white as I am. While African Americans may celebrate the election of their figurative son and the media will make much of the first black president-elect, I celebrate that we are now finally positioned to move beyond race, now that someone who is truly a representative of the melting pot this country is has finally been elected to the highest office in the land. Someone whose background and history is as variegated as mine, heir to dreams and ideals from both the heartland and far-flung shores, will encourage us to value the full spectrum of diversity we represent as Americans. I will no longer be the only mixed race person that many of my friends and some members of my family recognize; in this place where I stand, a foot in both white and non-white worlds, I’m no longer alone.
Lastly, I’ve recognized in this new leader something that mainlanders may not, owing to my Hawaiian heritage. I can see how being raised in Hawaii shaped this person even though I have not had the privilege myself of growing up kama aina. It’s Hawaiian culture that molded into him the older, traditional value of aloha and the more contemporary value of ohana. To most Americans these are only foreign-sounding words used in hokey tiki-bar Don Ho songs and a Disney cartoon about genetically-engineered alien life. But to Hawaiians they mean profound things. Aloha is more than a greeting or a sentiment of affection; it is a spirit, a sensibility, it is the realization in daily life of kindness, unity, agreeability, humility and patience. Ohana is also more than simply family; it is the recognition and embrace of relationships which bind us across our blood, each generation, across land. Seeing these values displayed by Obama, whether consciously or unconsciously on his part, sparks a deep recognition within me. These are values that we are missing regardless of our heritage, and those that I dearly hope we will teach now and in the years ahead, especially now that we are all ohana through this democratic process.
Hawaiians have a adage that says in effect, "If we all paddle the canoe in harmony together, we will easily reach the shore." Does it sound at all like something embedded in a speech that Obama might have given? It does to me, and I hope we will all be working in unison together going forward into the future. We’ve asked for this; now it’s our turn at the paddle.



14 Comments




Beautiful post. Thanks.
Thanks, TheraP. Look forward to paddling with you.
Rayne – you’ve done so much to bring about this victory. Thank you for your leadership and your open writing about your political and personal struggles.
It has made a difference.
Wonderfully written, Rayne.
Aloha.
you have taken your role already rayne, you are clearly a leader here at the lake and I am sure in other walks of your life
I really enjoyed reading this diary
oh Rayne, what a beautiful piece.
as one who greedily anticipates your incisive, and these days all too rare comments, I find this to be the loveliest of desserts after a night of feasting
btw, what’s with this big ol haloscan lump in my throat ?
Thanks, gang. I think of you all as my ohana, you know.
Aloha kâkou!
Thanks Rayne.
Rayne, that’s so beautiful. Thanks for writing. I feel quite confident passing the torch on to your generation. I know that all of you will light the way for my grandchildren.
Ah, Rayne, thank you for this.
I remember thinking, when I spent time in Hawaii years ago, that those gorgeous islands are the true melting pot that the mainland only dreams of being. Every mixture of ethnicity possible occurs (Eastern Europeans and Hawaians, Japanese and Spaniards, Africans and Chinese, Scandinavians and Filipinos, etc., etc.), and the comfort level of being in such stunning human beauty in such a laid-back social atmosphere was spiritually invigorating and somehow comforting. I can’t imagine that’s changed since those many years ago.
And, hey! You’re part Polish! So am I! I knew there was an instinctive reason I felt connected with you!
Only in our family we used the alternate word ”Babcha” for those scarved (babushka-wearing) matrons who made the Christmas Eve Wigilia dinner and brought home blessed butter lambs for Easter.
Hey guys — In my comment #11, I tried to make a ”wink” emoticon with a semi-colon, dash, parenthese combo, right after ”I knew there was an instinctive reason I felt connected with you!” — as I meant it to be a sly, humorous reach-out to my fellow ethnic sister Rayne.
It didn’t show up. Anybody know why? It used to work here, but then I only get back here so rarely, so I could have missed some minor tech changes.
Fine post, Rayne. Well done. I like the we all paddle in harmony idea.
Twain — thank you for the torch, we’ll try not to drop it. And we’ll try to make sure we leave it in better hands when it’s our turn to pass it on.
MrsK8 — heh. I’m not actually Polish, but my husband’s family is. Guess that makes us in-laws! The pastor who eulogized my spouse’s elder family member had actually been talking about Russian women he’d met as a missionary there; I think that Russians also use “babcha” or something very close to this in reference to their elderwomen or grandmothers. My mother’s family is French and Finn and while they also have scarf-wrapped elderwomen, they have no names as fun as “busia.”
As for the emoticon: I think that’s a feature, not a bug; it prevents people from royally messing up the site with posts that contain toxic formatting that might have been intended by well-meaning but technically challenged commenters.
Scarecrow — thank you, sir, you are too kind.