My name is Deborah Kuʻupuaonaona McCue. I was born and raised on the East Coast, but my heart is in Hawaiʻi – the home of my mother and her ancestors. My husband calls me Hawaiirish – because of the Irish and Scottish bloodlines that flowed from my father and maternal grandfather. But I was raised by a hula dancer and cultural teacher who showed me what being Hawaiian was all about. When I was 6 years old, my full-blooded Hawaiian grandmother traded the Pacific for the Atlantic, leaving her home in Wahiawā, Oahu to join our family in Rockville, Maryland. Her gentle voice of instruction, aloha, and healing was a constant in my youth. The memory of it a blessing. The stories in whitehawaiian are for the most part memories I want to share with my ʻohana or anyone interested in perpetuating Hawaiian language and culture. Blood quantum is an idea forced on indigenous people by colonizing forces to determine their right to call themselves Native American or Native Hawaiian. Its specter had plagued me all my life and kept me from acknowledging that I am Kanaka Maoli. In these stories you’ll find my thoughts about being a white Hawaiian.
Currently residing in Westchester County, New York, I belong to the congregation that has stewardship over the oldest church in continuous use in the state of New York – The Old Dutch Church. It is my privilege to spend summer weekends as the docent of this historic site. The Old Dutch Church stories are pulled from my encounters at there and experiences I’ve shared with members of the Reformed Church of the Tarrytowns, which carries on the tradition of the church made famous by Washington Irvingʻs Legend of Sleepy Hollow. The stories in Sleepy Hollow (TV) reflect my somewhat obsessive relationship with the FOX TV show by that name.
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