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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 scared to my people - every shining pine
needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark
woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy
in our memory and experience. The sap which
courses through the trees carries our memories -
we are part of the earth and it is part of us. We
know that the white man does not understand our
ways - one portion of the land is the same to him
as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the
night and takes whatever he needs. The earth is
not his brother but his enemy and when he has
conquered it he moves on. He leaves his father's
graves behind and he does not care. He kidnaps the
earth birthright are forgotten. He treats his
mother the earth and his father the sky as things
to be bought, plundered or sold like sheep or
bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth
and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our
ways are different from your ways. The sight of
your cities pains my eyes. There is no quiet place
in the white man's cities - no place to hear the
unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of an
insects wings. The clatter only seems to insult
the ears - and what is there to life in one cannot
hear the lonely cry of the Lapwing or the
arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?
What is man without other animals? If all the
beasts were gone, man would die from a great
loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens t othe
beasts soon happens to man - all things are
connected. Teach your children what we have taught
our children: That the earth is our mother.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and
daughters of the earth. Man did not weave the web
of life - he is merely a strand of it. Whatever he
does to the web he does to himself.
The secret corners of the forest are heavy with
the scent of many men.
Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living - and the beginning of
survival...
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