If We Must Die, We Die Defending

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.

I Do Not Wish To Be Shut Up In A Corral. All Agency Indians I Have Seen Are Worthless. They Are Neither Red Warriors Nor White Farmers. They Are Neither Wolf Nor Dog.

He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans; In My Heart He Put Other Different Desires.

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.

What Treaty That The Whites Have Kept Has The Red Man Broken? Not One.