Heavenly Hana
By Michaela
Sunday, March 25th, 2007Last week I had the pleasure of visiting Hana, on the rainy, green slopes of Maui. I was there to visit Ray Henderson, executive director of a drug treatment program serving this small community of 800 residents, many of whom are native Hawaiian. Ray participates in our current class of the PONO program, a leadership development program for ED’s in Hawaii.
Hana is remote—about a 3 hour drive on a windy, narrow, coastal road with more than 600 turns and more than 50 one-at-a-time bridges. Tourists complain about the drive, but they have no idea how bad this road used to be. My first trip to Hana was in 1978, and at that time the road was unpaved and strangely free of guardrails, despite cliff drop-offs of nosebleed proportions.
Since it is such a treat to visit, Mary came with me for a short no-kids vacation. The first person we met in Hana was Moni, who greeted us at the Hana Hotel. When I told him I was here to visit Ray, he sparkled, “He’s my cousin.”
Over the next 4 days I mentioned Ray’s name to many local people. “He’s my cousin” rivaled with “He’s my neighbor.” Everyone knew him. In fact, in this close-knit community, everyone knows everyone. The nonprofit community consists of a health clinic and a half-dozen human service organizations. The directors of these groups sit on one another’s boards, and in Ray’s case, his wife is co-director of the senior center.
The major problem in Hana seems to be the cost of living. People live in substandard housing, or crammed into a too-small house. Hawaii is notoriously expensive, and Hana is no exception. Local people may own land, but cannot afford to develop it. Most work for the hotel, the cattle ranch, or as fishermen. Subsistence living is an important part of the local economy.
For Hana to survive long-term, truly affordable housing needs to be developed. It is a special place worth keeping. As the local bumper sticker proclaims with pride: Thank God for Hana.




