“My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory.” PeopleAmericaSadnessLandMemoryGenocidePoignantNative AmericansMournful Book:Chief Seattle's Speech (1854) Source: Chief Seattle's Speech (1854)
“Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son.” PeopleGodHandsHateFatherStrongLove YouMinesSonArmsGod LoveInfantFoldsGod Loves You Author:Chief Seattle
“Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land.” PeopleGodSeemsSpiritLandStrongerForsakenGreat Spirit Author:Chief Seattle
“The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers?” PeopleMenLooksGodHelpingSeemsWhiteBrotherProtectWhite ManOrphan Author:Chief Seattle
“Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.” PeopleMenLooksChildrenHelpingSeemsHateFatherStrongWhiteLandLove YouMinesSonArmsProtectRedFlowGod LoveTidesWhite ManInfantFoldsOrphanForsakenGod Loves YouStrong Arms Book:Answering Chief Seattle Source: Answering Chief Seattle
“Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.” PeopleEarthSacredNativeNative AmericanDark WoodsBody Heat Author:Chief Seattle
“Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.” PeopleWorldDealsNativeNative AmericanPowerless Book:Answering Chief Seattle Source: Answering Chief Seattle
“How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people, every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.” PeopleIfsMenIdeasBodyEarthWaterMemoriesDarkClearAirSkyLandStrangeHe ManBrotherFlowerHolyHorseSacredSellsShiningWoodsHeatNativeShoreWarmthNative AmericanInsectsJuiceEaglesMistNeedlesMeadowsDeerSparkleFreshnessPoniesSandyHummingDark WoodsBody Heat Author:Chief Seattle
“How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.” PeopleIfsIdeasEarthWaterNatureAirSkyLandStrangeSacredSellsWarmthSeattleSparkleFreshnessLand And WaterDark WoodsBody Heat Book:Chief Seattle's Testimony Source: Chief Seattle's Testimony
“Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors - the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.” PeopleMenHeartDreamSpiritNightGivenHoursVisionWrittenTraditionOld ManAncestorNative AmericanSolemnAmerican IndianSeattleNative American WisdomGreat SpiritNative AmericaGreat Native AmericanNative WisdomNative American Spiritual Author:Chief Seattle
