First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
SITTING BULLFirst kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
SITTING BULLThere 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.
SITTING BULLTherefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
SITTING BULLHealthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
SITTING BULLI have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
SITTING BULLBehold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
SITTING BULLOur religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?
SITTING BULLWhat white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
SITTING BULLThey want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
SITTING BULLWhat white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
SITTING BULLI wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
SITTING BULLIf we must die, we die defending our rights.
SITTING BULLI want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
SITTING BULLIt 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.
SITTING BULLEach man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.
SITTING BULLA cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
SITTING BULL