DID WE GO TO UH WITH YOU!"Haole go home!" LOL!!! Sorry folks, but I'm reminded of my two most memorable "haole go home!" moments while attending UH-Manoa in the late 70s - early 80s.
The first happened when a friend asked me to pick up a JBL magnum speargun he had put in a surf/dive shop near Waikiki to have the rubbers replaced. As I was walking down Kapahulu Ave with the speargun wrapped in plastic sheeting, a light pick-up with two occupants swerved toward me and right up on the sidewalk trying to give me a little scare. I ran to the side and wasn't hurt. As they drove away, the passenger yelled out, in highly Filipino-accented English, "Haole go home!" and I heard them both laughing. Whoops, too bad for them the next traffic light was red with several cars stopped ahead of them. I tore the wrapper off the spear gun, cocked the rubbers, and ran up to the passenger window of their truck. I put the tip of the loaded spear up against the passenger's forehead and said something like, "So how would you like a one-way ticket to lumpia heaven, m-----f-----?" I swear, that Filipino's eyes seemed to recede far into the back of his skull. He put his hands in the air and started blabbering, "I'm sorry, sir... I'm sorry, sir..." The startled driver was revving the engine, tooting the horn and screaming, "Go! go! go!" at the driver's in front of him. No, I didn't pull the trigger. I let them drive off. But I'll bet those two pinoys later thought twice before telling any more haoles to go home.
The second incident happened a couple of years later as I was walking down King St after classes to pick up my daughter at a little pre-school run by the Hongwanji Buddhist Mission (I don't think the school is there anymore). Just as I got to the gate of the pre-school, three young mokes (couldn't tell if they were Hawaiian or Samoan) got off TheBus and started in with the "Haole go home!" stuff. Instead of meekly backing down, as all good haoles in Hawaii are expected to do, I stood right up to them and started giving them some New York-style lip of my own. Soon, they had me encircled and were getting ready for the typical (island-style) three-on-one beatdown, when the supervisor of the pre-school, a fiesty, Japanese sansei girl with the vocabulary of a sailor but a heart of gold, saw what was going on and came to the gate. The looks on those punks' faces when she started in on them was priceless! She let them have it! The previous tough guys meekly wandered off, saying nothing. LOL!!!
Finally, in fairness, these types of incidents were rare in my time in Hawaii. The majority of local folks there are decent, law-abiding, and don't go around telling haoles to go home.