The Redskin

Therefore, when the great white Chief in Washington tells US that you plan to buy our lands it demands much of us. It says it will reserve us a place where we can live comfortably and that will be our father and we will convert us to their children. But is that possible? The great Spirit loves to your people and has abandoned his red children. He sent machines to help the white man in his work and builds to the big towns. It makes stronger your people from day to day. You soon inundareis the country as rivers that noisily by cliffs after an unexpected storm. My people is like an age regression but no return.

We are different races. Our children do not play together and our elders tell different stories. The great spirit is propitious to you and on the other hand, we are orphans. We have joy to feel these forests. Crystal clear water that runs through rivers and streams is not only water, but also the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must know that they are sacred and that each fleeting reflection in the clear water of the Lakes tells of experiences and events of my people. The murmur of the water is the voice of my ancestors. The rivers are our brothers who they quench our thirst.

They carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell our lands You must remember this and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers and, therefore, should be treated with sweetness, as he is a brother. The Redskin receded before the invading white man, always as early fog retreats in the mountains before the morning sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred, their graves are sacred ground, and therefore these hills, these trees, this part of the world is sacred for us.