“First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.”

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.

The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

I am nothing, neither a chief nor a soldier.

What 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?

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?

Our 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?

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country and live in our fashion.

You come here to tell us lies, but we don’t want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no attention. That is all I have to say.

What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?

Humans have voids, and you need things to fill voids, I didn’t have a dad to fill that male model void, so when I heard Eminem or freaking seen Dave Chapelle, that’s what I gravitated to.

Jesus makes large claims for his heavenly father but never mentions that his mother is or was a virgin, and is repeatedly very rude and coarse to her when she makes an appearance.

That’s actually how my parents met. They were pen pals. My mom was in the Philippines and my father was in the States, and they wrote to each other. He went out to meet her, and they wed not too long after.

I never had a speech from my father ‘this is what you must do or shouldn’t do’ but I just learned to be led by example. My father wasn’t perfect.

My father’s a character.

The Father doesn’t give life directions in one big bundle because the goal is knowing Him, not the plan.

If Jesus is here we are going to walk out of this place to live our lives to the glory of God the Father.

I had a huge imagination. My granddad says I was a bit of a Walter Mitty character.