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It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.
 

Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.
 

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
 

Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.
 

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
 

The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
 

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
[Capitalism]
 

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
[Accomplished]
 

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
 

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
 

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
 

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
 

We did not give you our land; You stole it from us.
 

What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
 

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
 

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
 

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
 

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
 

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.
 


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