Sitting Bull

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.

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.

If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place.

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.

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

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.

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!

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

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

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

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.