Excuse me, Mr. Mayor? I thought we were cleaning up Honolulu’s Chinatown. How much are we expected to pussyfoot around crap like this? I’m sorry guys but this has got to stop! I work only five or so blocks away from these areas and I live only about a mile away. I walk these streets and I run passed those areas. My friends, family and loved ones do too.
We all, at one time or another, shop in the vicinity of this drama — during the day time. Something happens around here when the sun goes down. The rule of thumb that I generally follow is to not travel west of Nuuanu after sunset. There’s already blood on the street between Fort and Smith Streets because of the raunchy clientele over there; you don’t even have to get to Nuuanu. This is ridiculous. Sometimes you even have to get mauka of Vineyard Blvd before it’s safe.
Since other cities have no problem giving one-way tickets to homeless people (yes, we all know about it), why don’t we do the same for the non-resident homeless and the drug pushers? Send them back!
Send the drug
lords skanks in a separate boat, a leaking one. Vicious? Perhaps. But, Chief Correa of the Honolulu Police Department is right, they have no business here! They have no right to shed blood on our streets and we have no desire to lose any of our officers to their shenanigans either!
This is our home and they’re tarnishing all the beauty and camaraderie that we have tried so hard to create and propagate. I’m not making this up. The Honolulu Advertiser stated that both the residents and the merchants are concerned that the increase in crime will “undo years of revitalization efforts.”
It’s cool when our own local newspapers and media take these things to task but it’s a little troubling when blogs and media outlets elsewhere pick this stuff up. I am pleased that The Snitch (I like that name) was kind enough to actually accept the ownership of this particular gang element. Thanks, Joe.
Even the kama’aina homeless are afraid. They don’t admit to their fear but when they talk among themselves you can hear it in their voices. Hello, Mr. Mayor? We’re supposed to be focused on making our home green, not blood red.
With tears in my eyes I ask you why. Why is it that I, my friends, and my neighbors have to be afraid to take the dog for a walk or to go buy a damn soda? Tell me!