Thursday, November 21, 2013

Returning To Our Roots

Paramount Chief Palepoi Afamasaga Mauga
was chosen to lead the people of American Samoa after a 5 year dispute of the title. His marriage to Sipusi Malepeai, daughter of the Paramount Chief Malepeai of Western Samoa, was to join the two main islands of Samoa. Even though the islands remain separate, the families and villages honor the Mauga name for their endeavors for their country. 
Hon. Princess Apaula Sulimoni Molifua Young, PC Mauga's eldest granddaughter,
revisits her youth as she returns to American Samoa. (Along with her is, soon to be daughter-in-law, Jodie Holness- Marriage to Gene Moimoi Young to take place late August of 2014, England )



 Hon. Apaula remembers her grandfather's passing like it was yesterday. She remember's sacred rituals and keeps them close to her heart as she takes in the warm tropical air. 
Education was the legacy grandfather wanted for his posterity, so he urged his youngest daughter, Hon. Princess Sulimoni Mauga Molifua, husband Hon. Henry Taaga Molifua and 11 children to move to the states for education opportunities. 
Following Father's advise, Henry Taaga and Sulimoni moved to Hawaii but could not take all their children at once, leaving my mother, Apaula to be raised by her Grandparents PC Mauga and Sipusi Malepeai Mauga. It is here in the very spot, Apaula flourished, surrounded in the ancient lands, her family and in her traditions. 





  

Saturday, November 9, 2013

How Margaret Mead's International "Boo Boo" affects me in 2013


Great Great Grandpa Paramount Chief Moi Moi, signer of the Samoa/American Treaty 1901
"Grandpa Moimoi was a stern, stout, no-nonsense, warrior-like (no one dared upset him), and visionary man. His wish was to unite the two Islands of Western and American Samoa. As the story was told to me he requested that his son Palepoi Afamasaga Taaga Mauga marry the Paramount Chief of Western Samoa's daughter, Sipusi Malepeai. My father baptized my grandfather Palepoi Mauga a member of the Church, and my Father was baptized a member in 1957. He was ordained a High Priest by James E. Talmage. Being a visionary man, he moved us to Laie, then to the mainland in hopes to increase our opportunity for education and betterment. I have a great respect for my ancestors. Men and Women of vision!", quoted by Benjamin Molifua(son of HR Princess Sulimoni Mauga Molifua) 
After doing a paper for my global citizens class at the University of Utah. I felt the need to report some of my feelings here on my blog. 
We were asked about international "boo boo's", if we had studied any and how we felt about them. 
I recently completed a course titled, "Pacific Islanders", where I studied many the misconceptions and perceptions of Pacific Islanders. We studied a one, Margaret Mead and her influence on the Island of Samoa. Her study was done largely in the western island of Samoa but I chose this because Western Samoa is where my Great Grandmother Chiefess Sipusi Malepeai Mauga's family is from. She was alive when Margaret Mead's book was being recognized and sold in the US. She was becoming a huge part of Samoa's rich honorable history only to be dehumanized with the rest of Samoans to the western world as a sexual savages. 
*Later in 1941, my great grandfather Paramount Chief Palepoi Afamasaga Mauga and Chiefess Sipusi Malepeai Mauga would be exonerated by National Geographic's magazine article of Samoa (American Samoa). Even though they were being documented nationally there were still confusions within the United States and New Zealand which created a boost in researchers making the trip out to the islands. Then the fight for Independence for Western Samoa began, which is a whole other story...

Here are some of my thoughts just on Margaret Mead's influence in Samoa taken from my Global Citizen's paper:
Margaret Mead and Samoa
HUGE International “boo boo”

Margaret Mead was America’s poster girl for Anthropology after she did her thesis on the life of young girls in the Islands of Samoa. The book she wrote was called, “ Coming of Age in Samoa”. The actual research contained in this book is highly controversial and It was uncontested for many years as western technology was not yet accessible to the people of the Islands. In fact, Samoa has only really been connected to current technology in the past 20 years and it still lacks accessibility that we have ready and available here in the United States..
The reason I choose this topic is because I am a direct descendant of The High Chiefs and Chiefesses of both Islands of Samoa. A large part of the way we are viewed today is a product of  the way Margaret, an american anthropologist, had taken it upon herself to misinterpret our identity to that of a sexually naive and savage race, All in the name of anthropology and after only a few short months on the Islands.
HUGE international “boo boo”.
It has taken decades for our people to reclaim their identities, and social statuses to say the least.
Very effective ways to prevent these types of mishaps by well educated anthropologists is to let indigenous people write about their native lands. Don’t write a generalization of the Island culture after spending less than 5 months isolated in the forest with only young girls and women you can barely understand with the limited amount of the language you learned previously to your arrival. Those are just some suggestions, but find it insanely frustrating that someone so educated, surrounded by the finely educated elite of anthropological researchers could pull off such an “undiscovered find”. Actually there lies another international boo boo…
The fact that Margaret knew that Samoa was a 3rd world country and that the indigenous people, at the time were mostly uneducated and vulnerable to the outside world makes her research and book a bundle of weesley lies, disgracing our culture and traditions and misinterpreting them to all the world.  Did she really think the world would not evolve to a point where Samoans would be educated enough to retaliate? Basic knowledge is that any anthropologist would know better:
“Anthropology /ænθrɵˈpɒlədʒi/ is the study of humankind, past and present,[1][2] that draws and builds upon knowledge from social and biological sciences, as well as the humanities and the natural sciences.[3][4]”,quoted online from wikipedia,
I wonder if she was worthy of the titles and awards at the time she received them for this particular study.
There was a “debunking” of sorts documented here:
Directed by Frank Heimans, 1987. Presents evidence in the controversy generated among anthropologists by Derek Freeman's refutation of Margaret Mead's Coming of age in Samoa.
There was also remarks acknowledging these mistakes, 
"The greatest fault lies with those of us like myself who understood the requirements of science, but both failed to point out the deficiencies of Mead's work and tacitly supported such enterprise by repeatedly assigning it to students." [1(b)],quoted by Dr. Martin Orans, Emeritus Professor of Anthropology at the University of California, Riverside.
So sad that it was just “too little too late”.  
I think the hardest part for me today as an educated Samoan American, after studying my heritage, culture and traditions is to watch the westernization of our Samoa right before my eyes, helpless to the ancestors of my past, loaded with the burden to change the overlooked intricacies because of, what were thought of as at the time, small “faux pauxs”. It is because of histories like these that Margaret Mead created with the help of the anthropological societies of America that I believe that tourism is important when achieving it without leaving too much of a print. Otherwise it is another form of destruction of life.

It is saddening to me to read of these histories and know what my ancestors went through but feel honored and proud to be one of their posterity. All that they suffered to better their lives and that of there posterity inspires me today and for that I am truly thankful.

Here is a brief historical documentation of some of the hardships of the fight for Indepence of Western Samoa.
During the 49th celebration of the Independence of the western island of Samoa, this report was aired:



Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Knights in "Shady Spring High School" Armour

After the Shady Springs Homecoming festivities a large truck stalled out on the 19  ( a two-way road). I was so proud to watch my two older sons, Manti and Zealand, and their Dad, Edward do a kind deed and push the truck uphill to safety. 
 Get out there and serve your fellowmen today!

Monday, September 9, 2013

Royals: From First Class to No Class and Back!

From First Class to No class and back-
As I bid my 5 children, my mother, and the dry heat of Utah adieu for 6 weeks, a welling up of tears had begun. I had dreamed of this moment for most of my American life. I would be returning to the beautiful, mysterious land of love all by myself, ready to go on a personal trek of fulfillment.
I dressed to my version of "nines" and with my lovely mother accompanying me to the gate, I felt like the little princess in all of my old photo books at home. Full of innocence, wonder and adventure. I stepped over the pad and into the plane and I nearly felt I was crossing the threshold at a new home, except it was all mine. 
(I'm all for sharing, in fact, I rarely get a moment's peace at home and absolutely love and feel comfortable with it but this particular time it was all of my personal work blossoming right before my eyes.)
With the help of some really good "friends with benefits", I was able to fly first class all the way! So far, in my life I have only a few times benefited from being royal, and the majority of the time benefited from being a military dependent.
Well, after a 10 hr flight the eagle landed;) Boy oh boy I was gonna conquer every goal I had and hit the ground running...
Nearly 12 hrs since landing, I was still at the airport...
Even after countless hours of preparing and putting everything in order; I was waiting. I had forgotten to switch funds from my checking into savings and literally had access to $40 to buy a disposable cell phone, internet access and lunch. Forgot to exchange $'s to Euro's.
With all of technology today and all the spirit and spunk you can conjure up to take this on, your mother's advice is right, always have a plan B. 
The plan was to get a hotel and return and wait for others in my group to show. One woman in particular was...let's call her Stacy. I had met Stacy at the French Study Abroad meeting. We had very quickly befriended each other and made some plans. Although there wasn't much, I was to meet her at the airport, possibly stay in Paris for a couple of days, and then travel down to Tours together... tomorrow....
So, what to do???? I could wander the airport and find a place to kind of "bum it"...so that's just what I did, until I found out that the airport closes at midnight. An officer told me that the train station was open all night though and I could wait overnight. It was kind of scary, sketchy locals and fatigued travelers makes for a perfect horror film. 
Luckily I found some other travelers with the same problem. 2 sisters from the Jehovah's Witness Missionary group. They didn't know I was LDS otherwise they might not have chosen to take up with the likes of me, but nonetheless, we found a corner in the train station that we could “MacGyver” it and take turns keeping watch over our stuff. From Princess to Pauper in less than 24 hours;)
Now you may think that I'm going to say that the 2 ladies were posers and took off with my stuff but no, they actually stayed with me all night until about 8:30 when my friends flight would be in.
I didn't sleep that well in fact when Stacy arrived we were able to buy our train tickets into Paris. I don't really know how long the train ride was because Stacy said I about passed out hunching over my bags. "The best sleep since arriving though," I thanked her.
Paris was a dream. Everything I had remembered and more. A few more blisters but who notices those when your staring out of the castle like hotels and onto the River Seine.
I was back. I was ready. I was on a mission to do everything.