Sitting Bull
Sitting Bull
Sitting Bullwas a Hunkpapa Lakota holy man who led his people during years of resistance to United States government policies. He was killed by Indian agency police on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation during an attempt to arrest him, at a time when authorities feared that he would join the Ghost Dance movement...
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im-sorry native-american i-am-sorry
I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.
native-american men white-man
Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
native-american men white-man
What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
animal totems awakened
Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
home agreement trying
There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
country father native-american
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?
justice reservations made
God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.
native-american men sight
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
native-american warrior boys
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
native-american made indian
God made me an Indian.
children mean land
If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
giving-up land want
They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
coffee believe men
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.
native-american spirit knows
I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say...