Needing some toys here today to do business friendly staff knowledgeable ensure paperwork needed…read moredome some new officers from lol one will not tell get her done

Stop robbing tourists! You could easily look up a phone number from a VIN. Rather than tow a car…read more You owe me $300 Waikiki district! Fuqq you Honolulu police!

If you're naturally paranoid of cops like I am, these guys will freak you the hell out!…read more No one told me about how cops in Hawaii can use their own personal vehicles. Wow, that was a surprise. Normal looking family car one minute, then the next minute the guy lights me up. What the hell? You can't tell where the dang cops are until they're all up in your business. Not cool. And no one told me how the cops in the actual marked cruisers drive around with their blue lights on. Like, all the time. I guess some police departments do this as a safety policy. But I had never heard of that before visiting Hawaii. Every time a cop got behind me with his lights on I thought I was being pulled over, so I'd immediately start looking for somewhere to hide my stash. OK, so I didn't really have any stash to hide, but having a cop with his lights on behind me reminded me of back in the day when I did. So, see officer, no disrespect intended. I'm just writing this little review so mainlanders that come after me will know the score. Mikey C says: Must be because I had a flu for Christmas And I'm not feeling up to par It increases my paranoia Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car

Today I had the pleasure of making first contact with the famous Honolulu Poice Department, Waikiki…read moreBeach station. Im from Los Angeles, CA. I went to station with hopes of trading work patches but unfortunately got left outside the door with an incredibly rude "No, we dont do that". Ive been to numerous departments worldwide and all of them graciously take me in as a work professional. Believe me when I say, THE HONOLULU POLICE DEPARTMENT IS SO UNWELCOMING, and RUDE. It looks they rather work on they tan then help tourists and or fellow LEO with a request. Happy to I won't be visiting that or another station in Hawaii ever again because they'll be just the same. Tourists, if you need help ask the LOCALS not the police. Thank you for nothing Honolulu Poice Department.

I was at the Hilton yesterday and my wallet was stolen. I didn't realize it until 1am and then…read morereceived a phone call from the Kalihi Police department about my wallet being turned in. I do not have a local phone number and my drivers license is from Colorado but they took the extra effort to find me ASAP. I was so happy I didn't have to cancel my cards. Thanks to the person who turned it in. (It was found on the side of the road) and thanks to the officer who contacted me right away. Each time I've needed them the Kalihi police department was there for me immediately. I've had to call them in the past because of the area I live in and they always show up immediately and ready to help

Great place to visit . Friendly people they helped me out with all my questions I had about a case…read moreI had.

Read everyone's reviews and it was very helpful in finding the office. With 5 minutes to my appt,…read moreluckily had someone drop me off right by pillar #24. It's located after turning pass terminal 1 (Hawaiian), after the bend it's on the left. Jump out and go up the escalator near there and turn right, walk down the short hallway and there's a wooden door. Press button and sit down. There's benches/seats to wait but Officer comes out quickly. Officer goes thru the questions for verification, take photo and fingerprints; and just like that all done. Very quick. So quick didn't need to pay for parking either. YAY!!!

Aside from the precarious journey getting there at the crack of dawn by bus(*), my 7:50am interview…read morewith Officer Timothy Carlson went smooth and straightforward. When you arrive, just sit down until someone comes out of the office and ask who's next. What really helped me find the place was someone's photo of Pillar #24, which helped to guide me to the escalators upstairs to the US Customs & Border Protection office. (*) The only bus that goes to the airport is the W-Line, which used to be the #20. The route has changed and the only stop at the airport is in front of the LEI stands. You catch the bus going back at the same place. Walk towards the airport. There's a sidewalk up to a point, then you have to carefully walk on a piece of land by a fence until you get to the roads that run by the Arrivals. Take a good look to your right to make sure there are no vehicles coming and walk across the road to the pedestrian walkway. Press the button and cross when the Walk signal lights up. The Pillar there is #29, so walk right to #24 and take the escalators up and go right. Whew.

These guys cite your car for parking but don't actually issue you the citation. Also known as…read moreghost tagging. I had to find out a month later while I was in the mainland that my car was cited. If it wasn't that I had access to my mail in Hawaii I would have never known of the citation and there would have been a reg hold or at worst a subpoena to appear issued. Not good.

I have had to ask the Airport Sheriff for help due to my custody situation. The officers were very…read moreknowledgeable and professional. They reassurred me, helped me to make a report and addressed my matter in a calm and timely manner. I hope I would not need their help again of course, but it makes me feel relieved that public safety is in the hands of the reliable and confident professionals I had a pleasure to communicate with.

I love this place. I've been here several times and never a disappoint. It has a good size kitchen…read moreand the hall is pretty big and it can accommodate 200 people easily. There is lot's of street parking available and a small parking lot area in the back that can hold 8-10 cars. The place is like a giant garage with steel gate doors that slide down from the roof on both ends. If the weather is windy, you'll have a cool breeze pass through. If not, it can get a little warm. There's an area where you can have a live band or DJ set up some equipment. I would say it's more of a low-key environment, so you can dress casually. It's a great place to have a party or some other special occasion.

Recently went to an event hosted here. What can I say but it was a great. Great big area, setting…read moreup was easy and clean up was a breeze. Parking in the back made it easy for the entertainment to have parking reserved for them, can also use it for seniors. Nice lot on the side too. Definitely will go to this place first if I have to host a local style party.

I didn't go to this place but I caught a photo of some of the officers at their tent during the…read moreKaka'ako Night Market last night. I hope some folks stopped by to get an application for the force. They're in need of more officers right now.

I called 911, told them it was a non-emergency, waited on hold, then gave the location of an…read moreabandoned bike attached to a bike rack. The guy said someone would check on it, then he hung up. I'm fairly confident the next time I go by there, the derelict bike will be gone so I'm pretty happy about that. I recommend using this number to anyone who needs to report an non-emergency. They are very efficient.

Rude 911 dispatcher purposely ignored my noise complaint…read more I was woken up at 4:30am in the morning because a group of loitering squatters were sitting on the street talking loudly and obnoxiously from obviously too much alcohol on Cartwright Rd in Honolulu. After the first call (male voice dispatcher) a patrol car drove by them, the group simply moved further up the street and once the cop car left the scene, they were back at it. Loud and belligerent! The second time I called the 911 dispatcher (different voice lady) was rude to me and asked me if I wanted to meet a patrol car downstairs regarding the obnoxious drunk group of young people. "Why can't they send another patrol car to ask the group to leave!" Of course the 911 dispatcher never called for another patrol car. I guess this is the kind of government service that we pay so much in taxes for which is lousy. Who cares if law abiding citizens who work everyday and pay high taxes for the rail can't go to sleep due to inconsiderate drunks. Worse is when the government service 911 dispatcher is rude to you on the phone and never calls for a patrol car. I am appalled in this matter!

I been to several different municipalities in the country. I loved C&C of Honolulu after few…read morevacation trips. Me and my partner officially called Honolulu our home as we moved to Waikiki in the turn of the century. We were able to afford a condo in a mid-rise building, then moved to a plantation-style house. Not fancy but sufficient and convenient to the beach and downtown (except met a slumlord). Back then, everything was within reach. I loved the cultures and atmosphere. The only thing we complained the most was the cost of necessities. Well, that was one of the reasons we moved to Texas because we ran out of money. Bottom line is... don't try to live in Honolulu poor. You would need at least a million dollars to live comfortably back then 25 years ago. Not sure how much it is now today.

After dedicating my life to military law enforcement and breaking barriers as the only African…read moreAmerican--and often the first employee--in every company I've worked for, coming back to the US after 24 years was supposed to mean progress. But in Hawaii, I found the same rotten mindset festering beneath the surface. Despite being treated warmly by many locals, I've faced the sting of prejudice from those who should understand us best: black officers who still, shockingly, demean us like slaves or dumbed-down caricatures. I encountered an officer who, completely unaware of my financial acumen, extensive law enforcement experience, and military service, had the nerve to act as if he was the sole guardian of the law. That moment wasn't just a slap in the face--it was a brutal reminder that despite decades of sacrifice and achievement, some of these outdated attitudes are still embedded in our institutions. It's infuriating to realize that after all this time, real change remains painfully out of reach. I'm left questioning where I belong, and the thought of returning to Japan--a place where, at least then, I felt my value was recognized--now seems like a potential path to hope. The fight against this injustice is personal, and it burns with a fury that demands not just acknowledgment, but a radical shift in how we are seen and treated.