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"Being Indian is mainly in your heart. It's a way of walking with the earth instead
of upon it. A lot of the history books talk about us Indians in the past tense, but we
don't plan on going anywhere... We have lost so much, but the thing that holds us together
is that we all belong to and are protectors of the earth; that's the reason for us being
here. Mother Earth is not a resource, she is an heirloom."
David Ipinia, Yurok Artist, Sacramento, CA
"The strength of our future, lies in the protecting of our past."
Seminole Elder
"The Earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was.
The country was made with no lines of demarcation, and it's no man's business to divide
it. I see the whites all over the country gaining wealth, and I see the desire to give us
lands which are worthless. The Earth and myself are of one mind. Perhaps you think the
Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit. If I thought you were sent by the
creator, I might he induced to think you had a right to dispose of me.
Do not misunderstand me; but understand me fully with reference to my affection for the
land. I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose. The one who has a right to
dispose of it is the one who created it. I claim a right to live on my land, and accord
you the privilege to return to yours.
Brother, we have listened to your talk coming from our father, the Great White Chief in
Washington, and my people have called upon me to reply to you.
The winds which pass through these aged pines we hear the moaning of departed ghosts, and
if the voice of our people could have been heard, that act would never have been done. But
alas though they stood around they could neither be seen nor heard. Their tears fell like
drops of rain.
I hear my voice in the depths of the forest but no answering voice comes back to me. All
is silent around me. My words must therefore be few. I can now say no more. He is silent
for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down."
Thunder Rolling in the Mountains-Chief Joseph, Nez Perce
"Our fathers gave us many laws which they had learned from their fathers. They told
us to treat all men as they treated us. That we should never be the first to break a
bargain. That it was a disgrace to tell a lie. That we should speak only the truth. We
were taught to believe that the Great Spirit sees and hears everything and that he never
forgets. This I believe and all my people believe the same."
Thunder Rolling in the Mountains-Chief Joseph, Nez Perce
"Wars are fought to see who owns the land, but in the end it possesses man. Who dares
say he owns it- is he not buried beneath it?"
Cochise, Chiricahua Apache
"When you are a person who belongs to a community, you have to know who you are. You
have to know who your relatives are, and as a tribe we have to know where we came
from..."
Charlotte Black Elk, Oglala Sioux
"Marriage among my people was like traveling in a canoe. The man sat in front and
paddled the canoe. The woman sat in the stern but she steered."
Anonymous
"A Nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then it
is done, no matter how brave its warriors nor how strong its weapons."
Cheyenne
"Have patience. All things change in due time. Wishing cannot bring autumn glory or
cause winter to cease."
Ginaly-li, Cherokee
"Lose your temper and you lose a friend; lie and you lose yourself."
Hopi
"With all things and in all things, we are relatives."
Sioux
"Kinship with all creatures of the earth, sky and water was a real and active
principle. And so close did some of the Lakotas come to their feathered and furred friends
that in true brotherhood they spoke a common tongue.
The animals had rights...
the right of man's protection,
the right to live,
the right to multiply,
the right to freedom, and
the right to man's indebtedness."
Luther Standing Bear, Teton Sioux
"We who are clay blended by the Master Potter, come from the kiln of Creation in many
hues. How can people say one skin is colored, when each has its own coloration? What
should it matter that one bowl is dark and the other pale, if each is of good design and
serves its purpose well."
Polingaysi Qoyawayma, Hopi
"Walk on a rainbow trail, walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail."
Navajo Song
"What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot, Blackfoot
"Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you."
Pueblo Blessing
Will Rogers, the world famous humorist born in Claremore, Oklahoma, was 1/4 Cherokee. When
asked to respond to the question, "But you are an American citizen?", Will had a
quick reply. "Well", he drawled, "I think I am. My folks were Indian. Both
my mother and father had Cherokee blood in them. (I was) born and raised in Indian
Territory. 'Course we're not the Americans whose ancestors came over on the Mayflower, but
we met them at the boat when they landed."
"There is no such thing as 'part-Cherokee.' Either you're Cherokee or you’re
not. It isn't the quantity of Cherokee blood in your veins that is important, but the
quality of it . . . your pride in it. I have seen full-bloods who have virtually no idea
of the great legacy entrusted to their care. Yet, I have seen people with as little as
1/500th blood quantum who inspire the spirits of their ancestors because they make being
Cherokee a proud part of a their everyday life."
Jim Pell: Principal Chief of the North Alabama Cherokee Tribe
"They had an ancient lost reverence for the earth and its web of life. They had what
the world has lost. The world must have it back lest it die."
John Collier Former Commissioner of Indian Affairs
"I think the Spirit, is the one thing we have to rely on. It has been handed to us as
a live and precious coal. And each generation has to make that decision whether they want
to blow on that coal to keep it alive or throw it away... Our language, our histories and
culture are like a big ceremonial fire that's been kicked and stomped and scattered...Out
in the darkness we can see those coals glowing. But our generation, whether in tribal
government or wherever we find ourselves--Choctaw, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Creek,
Seminole--are coal gatherers. We bring the coals back, assemble them and breathe on them
again, so we can spark a flame around which we might warm ourselves."
Gary White Deer, Chickasaw 1994
"Learn how to withhold judgment
Learn to listen
Get in touch with your own inner self
Look at life with joy
Don't ever cry over something that cannot cry over you."
Cheewa James, Modoc 1996
"When the last red man shall have become a myth among the white men, when your
children' s children think themselves alone in the field, upon the highway or in the
silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place
dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities are silent, they will
throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land.
The white man will never be alone."
Chief Seattle, Suquamish/Duwamish 1790-1866
"You have noticed that everything an Indian does in a circle, and that is because the
Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.
In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation and so long as
the hoop was unbroken the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of
the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace and light,
the south gave warmth, the west gave rain and the north with its cold and mighty wind gave
strength and endurance. This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.
Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have
heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its
greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion
as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and
both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come
back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything
where power moves. Our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always
set in a circle, the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for
us to hatch our children."
Black Elk, Oglala Sioux
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