Stepping out of the box and into Monsanto

Agent Orange, (sprayed on American troops and Vietnamese civilians during the Vietnam War) contamination of ground and water by dumping tons of PCB’s into the ground while aware of the health risks involved. And on and on goes the story of Monsanto.

Every chance I get I try to educate my friends on what Monsanto is doing and the danger of having them here in Hawaii.

Yes I can tell my friends and post it on my Twitter, Facebook and blog. But when the email arrived in my computer that GMO~Free Oahu was going to be protesting the Kunia Monsanto operation, I froze.

That was less than five minutes from my house! In the past I’ve not been able to attend any of the rallies  that were held by GMO ~Free as I’ve always had to do something or could not get to where they were. It was always something. But now, it was near my house and at a perfect time.

Still I froze. I marked the date and went on with my life, but when the date arrived everyone said “Karen are you going to the protest?” My son-in-law mentioned right at the time of the group meeting up, that I’d better get down to Starbucks as, he had seen all the Monsanto protestors there.

He Actually thought I was going! I actually thought I was going, and yet I was still frozen. Then my daughter said, “I’ll drop you off and pick you up so you don’t have to walk down.”

What could I say? My foot was hurting? Well yes it was as a matter of fact. I had to cook dinner?  Well yes I could have but my daughter was already doing that. No, I had to go. The stars had aligned. Against me! I had to put my money where my mouth was.

I put my camera, and phone in my pocket, tried to comb my hair that looked like straw, straightened out my clothes and stepped out of the box and into the car. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.

As I started up the street with all of the protesters I realized that I was shy. I realized that I felt small. I realized that I felt insignificant and out-of-place. Where did that come from? I’ve always been outspoken, give tours to perfect strangers  at the museum. I sit in restaurants all the time and eat by myself and have never felt out-of-place. And yet, here I was thinking every one was looking at me and saying what is that odd, old, gray-haired lady doing here?

But I took out my camera and started snapping away. I stood on the side of the road with everyone else and even met a young woman who made me feel very comfortable.

I still feel funny about doing it but I feel good because I had to do it. Monsanto is a monster and it is taking over the food industry and if I stand back and hope that other people will take my place then I would feel shame. I may have felt out-of-place, odd-looking, and shy but I never felt shame.

And so, in this new insight about myself I managed to get some photos to share with you. No, I’m not in any of them but I’m proud to say I was there to take them. Now maybe next time I’ll bring a sign and call out slogans. Little steps. Little steps.

It’s sad to say, but Rainbows even arch over evil places like Monsanto

Look at this little guy, and I was afraid to go. Out of the mouth of babes and all that it entails

If you look behind the protestors you can see one of Monsanto’s people up on the rise photographing us throughout the whole demonstration

Every morning I would drive up this hill to take my granddaughter to school. I loved the drive as we passed the waving sugar cane and gazed at the mountain range. Now GMO’s grow where the cane and pineapple once thrived and my drive has been ruined with the thought of what goes on behind the shrub

The driveway into Monsanto where they had set up a tent. They had been talking and maybe even entertaining reporters before demonstrators showed up. That might be why the TV coverage was so slanted towards them.

Last but unfortunately not least is the view of Monsanto taking over the North Shore. They are covering all the lands and islands. They have made large contributions to many of the politicians, who favor them in return despite protest, and evidence of the health risk they are bringing to the islands.

If you would like to read more about what Monsanto represents and where they have been or extracted from, you can check out this site; Monsanto

If you would like to join those who are trying to do something about this company you can Facebook them at

GMO~Free Oahu.

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Off to Wailua Fresh and Haleiwa Beach. Just another beautiful day in Hawaii

It was a good morning to drive out to Wailua and Haleiwa. Though it is the dead of winter here in Hawaii, it is quite sunny and warm. So Nico and I, his best friend John Mark and his mother headed out to Wailua Fresh.

After picking up some wonderful freshly grown, GMO free vegetables and fruit we headed out on an adventure. We had been told about a monastery that was way in the back of the Waianae mountain range. The kicker was we would have to drive through the rumored Monsanto fields. Or better known as the Frankenseed industry. So we headed out.

According to the directions we were given, this must have been the Monsanto  fields. The road was very rocky so it took us quite a time to get up to the next set of gates. But where was the gate leading to the monastery? We were told to stop at the gates and wait. A monk would come out and show us around.

The only thing we saw was a sign that said Orchid farm no trespassing. But I could not resist the opportunity to jump out of the car and take a photo of the North Shore. What a view. There was a wonderful paved road just ahead and I was so tempted to continue on (it turned out that the paved road was the way there)to see if the monastery was around the bend.

But I didn’t want to take a chance of getting into trouble. So I took one last photo and we hopped in the car and headed to the beach.

We stopped at the bakery and bought some wonderful, fresh, inexpensive pastries and sat in the park to eat them.

We walked along Haleiwa Beach

We watched the building waves. The beginning of an expected huge surf.

The boys gathered shells and coral and ran around for awhile. Though we never found the monastery ( I will another time, I’m determined) we still had a wonderful day. The boys got to play together one last time before heading back to school tomorrow.

And I can’t wait to make my smoothies in the morning with my fresh Wailua fruits.