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Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is read more
Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take away our land and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. We'd become just suntanned white men, the jetsam snd floatsam of your great melting pot.
If a man owns land, the land owns him.
If a man owns land, the land owns him.
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
Where water is boss, the land must obbey
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from read more
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smalles of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.
All the territorial possessions of all the political
establishments in the earth--including America, of course--
consist of pilferings from read more
All the territorial possessions of all the political
establishments in the earth--including America, of course--
consist of pilferings from other people's wash. No tribe,
howsoever insignificant, and no nation, howsoever mighty occupies
a foot of land that was not stolen.
For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?
For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?
The map is not the territory.
The map is not the territory.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.