A reimagined Hawaiian Nation is now in a "Dreamtime" of sorts; a moment similar to the aboriginal Australian cosmology of creation. It was during the olden times when the gods actually dreamed the world into existence, with all the necessary creatures, lands, waters, laws of existence and morals of the people brought into being. 
Kanaka Maoli, and their Keiki o ka 'Aina brothers and sisters today will someday be Ka Poe Kahiko, the people of old. 
The question is, how do we want to be remembered? All the archetypes are here already: Crabs in a bucket? Unifiers? Leaders? Dividers? Heroes? Villains? You may choose freely. Go ahead.
Whatever choice you make, can we all agree, as Ka Poe Kahiko to our children's children's children, to participate productively in this Dreamtime? Our day will end at some point, perhaps not so far from today. I do not want what time I have left to be squandered in selfish bickering. I hope no one else does.