3 December 2020 Sitting Bull 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?
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull 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.
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull 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.
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull Behold, my friends, the spring is come the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull 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.
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.
3 December 2020 Sitting Bull If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children’s mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
