What is legacy? Is it what was before us, or is it what we leave behind? I’m asking this question as I drive around my home on Oahu. My family is from railroad men and farmers, immigrants from the North and Europe and the top of Africa. I want to understand what that precedent means.
I see many who partake in their historical lineal passage , carrying on traditions set forth by the generations before them. I see some who delve into a parallel tradition that has more to do with nationality than blood kinship. And there are even the adopters of practices not from their own ancestry. I have respect for these stewards. Caring for the spirit within and externally. I kind of laugh then, when I see those who choose to abandon their own self respect and blind themselves from seeing the history they are a part of. You know who I mean. The vandals and thieves and careless individuals who suck the life out of things. I laugh and wonder if the guy who dumps trash on the side of the road drives by it and is like , “Yep, I dumped that mattress there, I’m so awesome!” I guess ultimately it’s these problems that define the rules of legacy. The righteous community created by participants who seek to enrich and benefit the homelands as a whole sew the seeds of legacy that anyone would be honored to carryon. Not just to admire as curators , but as a call to action as we pass on.
As for the guy who chooses to trash our valuable heritage.... no one will remember his name and his trash will be buried like his story.