Indigenous people have a wisdom, a way, that would seem to be the very thing that white fellas are so often yearning for.
Keep It Simple Stupid!
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to
walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it
is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of
us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great
eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the
meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same
family.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man
would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to
the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a
thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot
them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the
smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill
only to stay alive.
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