Two Perspectives on Political Narrative in One Activist Family
Jonathan and Jamaica Osorio
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My work over the past few years has focused more and more on the desperate futures faced by both indigenous and nonindigenous people as a global economic empire systemically undermines our national governments, exploiting things we never believed could be exploited and creating for itself the revenues and policies designed to make itself ever more powerful.
I have a growing sense of uneasiness about the shape, sound, and presence of urban O‘ahu. Walking through downtown Honolulu or San Francisco or Suva for that matter, I am overwhelmed by the paradoxes of the wealth that builds cities, freeways, and shopping malls, and the poverty that leaks out from these buildings and onto the streets. Equating the word “development” with malignancy might have seemed outrageous once upon a time—something you might hear only from some left-wing beat generation poet. But increasingly we are seeing the signs of despair among our people, a wearying sense that the glut of modernity is not making us more prosperous but merely depositing one more concrete and plastic idol on a wasteland of concrete and plastic.
