I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.
— Sitting Bull
There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.
Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.
God made me an Indian.
What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.
It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.
Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.
Each man is good in His sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.
I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.
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?
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?
What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.
Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place.
I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
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?
Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.
I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.
