Native American Letter transliterated from audio by me

28 Jun

The president in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky–the land? The idea is strange to us, every part of this earth is sacred to my people: every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark words, every meadow. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sister, the bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. Each ghostly reflected in the water of The  great lakes tell of the memories and events of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father. The rivers are our brothers. they carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares it spirit with all the life it supports. the wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. all things are connected like the blood that unites us all, man did not weave the web of life he is merely a strand in it.  whatever he does to the web he does to himself.  


Your destiny is a mystery to us: what will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered, what will happen when the secret corners of the Forrest are heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills are blotted by talking wires: the end of living and the beginning of survival. When the last red man has vanished with his wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? will there be any spirit of my people left?  we love this earth as the newborn loves his mother’s heartbeat. 


So if we sell you our land, love it as we’ve loved it, care for it as we’ve cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you’ve received it. preserve the land for all children and love it as god loves us all. one thing we know: there is only one god, no man-  be he red man or white man- can  be apart we are brothers after all. 


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