I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.

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?

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle. Look At Me, See If I Am Poor, Or My People Either. The Whites May Get Me At Last, As You Say, But I Will Have Good Times Till Then. You Are Fools To Make Yourselves Slaves To A Piece Of Fat Bacon, Some Hard-tack, And A Little Sugar And Coffee.

I Surrender This Rifle To You Through My Young Son, Whom I Now Desire To Teach In This Manner That He Has Become A Friend Of The Americans. I Wish Him To Learn The Habits Of The Whites And To Be Educated As Their Sons Are Educated. I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle. This Boy Has Given It To You, And He Now Wants To Know How He Is Going To Make A Living.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.