Man Belongs To The Earth, Earth Does

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People, Every Shining Pine Needle, Every Sandy Shore, Every Mist In The Dark Woods, Every Clear And Humming Insect Is Holy In The Memory And Experience Of My People.

Let Him Be Just And Deal Kindly With My People, For The Dead Are Not Powerless. Dead, Did I Say? There Is No Death, Only Change Of Worlds.

Your Religion Was Written On Tablets Of Stone, Ours On Our Hearts. 8. We Are Part Of The Earth And The Earth Is Part Of Us.

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?