We Are A Part Of The Earth

We Do Not Inherit The Earth From Our Ancestors; We Borrow It From Our Children

All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One Family.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

The Earth Is Our Mother. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of Earth. If Men Spit Upon The Ground, They Spit Upon Themselves.

I Will Not Dwell On, Nor Mourn Over, Our Untimely Decay, Nor Reproach My Paleface Brothers With Hastening It, As We Too May Have Been Somewhat To Blame.