Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
SITTING BULLThey want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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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.
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What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
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Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
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The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
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Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
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This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
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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.
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Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.
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What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
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First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
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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?
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What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?
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What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
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As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
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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?
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