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“If the white man
wants to live in peace with the
Indian,
he can live in peace.....Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law.
Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the
same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of
all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.......Let me
be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to
trade....where I choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my
fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every
law, or submit to the penalty.” -
Chief Joseph,
Nez Perce
"If today I had a young mind to direct, to
start on the journey of life, and I was faced with the duty of
choosing between the natural way of my forefathers and that of the...
present way of civilization, I would, for its welfare, unhesitatingly
set that child's feet in the path of my forefathers. I would raise him
to be an
Indian!" - Tom Brown, Jr., The Tracker
"The Great Spirit is
in all things. He is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our
Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us.....That which
we put into the ground she returns to us." -
Big Thunder (Bedagi)
Wabanaki Algonquin
“These were the words
given to my great-grandfather by the Master of Life: "At some time
there shall come among you a stranger, speaking a language you do not
understand. He will try to buy the land from you, but do not sell it;
keep it for an inheritance to your children.” -- Aseenewub, Red Lake Ojibwa
"My son, you are now
flesh of our flesh and bone of our bone. By the ceremony performed
this day, every drop of white blood was washed from your veins; you
were taken into the Shawnee Nation...” - Black Fish, Shawnee,
recalling 1778 adoption of Daniel Boone into the tribe
“When I am too old and feeble to follow my
sheep or cultivate my corn, I plan to sit in the house, carve Katichina
dolls, and tell my nephews and nieces the story of my life... Then I
want to be buried in the Hopi way. Perhaps my boy will dress me in the
costume of a Special Officer, place a few beads around my neck, put a
paho and some sacred corn meal in my hand, and fasten inlaid turquoise
to my ears. If he wishes to put me in a coffin, he may do even that,
but he must leave the lid unlocked, place food near by, and set up a
grave ladder so that I can climb out. I shall hasten to my dear ones,
but I will return with good rains and dance as a Katcina in the plaza
with my ancestors...” - Don Talayesva (late 19th century) Hopi Sun
Clan chief
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