When the summer ended and it was time to go back to school, my parents took me to enroll in high school. I was going to go to Waipahu High School and I would be starting my sophomore year.
At that time, Waipahu was a small town located at the northern shore of Pearl Harbor. It had been a sugar farm at one time, and before westerner's arrived, it was considered the capitol of Oahu.
I would take the bus to school each day. Our bus was a military school bus, with a sailor as the driver. The bus stop was right by my house, and since I was always late the bus driver would usually wait to make sure I was able to board the vehicle. Aboard the bus were all kids of military families. There were about twenty of us, and we would be the only haole's (white people) attending Waipahu HIgh School.
The majority of students at Waipahu High School were either of Asian descent or were South Pacific Islander's. Besides us haole's, there were a few Portuguese and blacks. There was often resentment from the majority Asian and the Islander's against haole's. Haole's were blamed for coming to Hawaii and ruining the ecology with the development. This was in the late 1950's when very little development had occurred, but it was obvious it was coming.
There was one day when students threw rocks at our bus as we headed back to Barber's Point. There were chants of: "Go Home, Haole". It was a good lesson about prejudice and being judged for the color of your skin instead of whom you are inside.