When Jesus Christ came upon the Earth, you killed Him. The son of your own God. And only after He was dead did you worship Him and start killing those who would not.
TECUMSEHWhen Jesus Christ came upon the Earth, you killed Him. The son of your own God. And only after He was dead did you worship Him and start killing those who would not.
TECUMSEHSell a country! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Didn’t the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?
TECUMSEHNo tribe has the right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers….
TECUMSEHFrom my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.
TECUMSEHWhen your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
TECUMSEHI am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.
TECUMSEHAlways give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
TECUMSEHPrepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
TECUMSEHI am Shawnee! I am a warrior! My forefathers were warriors. From them I took only my birth into this world.
TECUMSEHWhere today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun.
TECUMSEHLove your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
TECUMSEHShow respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
TECUMSEHWhen you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength.
TECUMSEHSing your death song and die like a hero going home.
TECUMSEHWhen the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
TECUMSEHWill we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us? I know you will cry with me, ‘Never! Never!’
TECUMSEH