How SmoothFebruary 15, 2012
How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.
One Does Not SellFebruary 13, 2012
One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.
You Ask MeFebruary 10, 2012
"You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.
"You ask me to dig for stones! Shall I dig under her skin for bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again.
"You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men, but how dare I cut my mother's hair?
"I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. Their spirits will come to their bodies again. We must wait here in the homes of our fathers and be ready to meet them in the bosom of our mother."
I Will FollowFebruary 08, 2012
"I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children, and their children. The Great Spirit has shown me a day will come when they will outrun the white man in his own shoes."
I Love This LandFebruary 06, 2012
"I love this land and the buffalo and will not part with it. I want you to understand well what I say. Write it on paper...I hear a great deal of good talk from the gentlemen the Great Father sends us, but they never do what they say. I don't want any of the medicine lodges (schools and churches) within the country. I want the children raised as I was.
I have heard you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don't want to settle. I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die.
A long time ago this land belonged to our fathers, but when I go up to the river I see camps of soldiers on its banks. These soldiers cut down my timber, they kill my buffalo and when I see that, my heart feels like bursting."
We RememberFebruary 03, 2012
Our land is everything to us. I will tell you one of the things we remember on our land: We remember that our grandfathers paid for it—with their lives.
How to WorshipFebruary 01, 2012
Brother, you say there is but one way to worship and serve the Great Spirit. If there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much about it? Why not all agreed, as you can all read the Book?
Red ManJanuary 30, 2012
I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.
Rainbow WarriorsJanuary 27, 2012
When the earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear. When that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.
RichesJanuary 25, 2012
I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.