Only When The Last Tree Has Died

We Know That The White Man Does Not Understand Our Ways. One Portion Of Land Is The Same To Him As The Next, For He Is A Stranger Who Comes In The Night And Takes From The Land Whatever He Needs. The Earth Is Not His Brother, But His Enemy, And When He Has Conquered It, He Moves On.

The Whites, Too, Shall Pass - Perhaps Sooner Than Other Tribes. Continue To Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

Humans Merely Share The Earth. We Can Only Protect The Land, Not Own It.

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.

Will You Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children? That The Earth Is Our Mother? What Befalls The Earth Befalls All The Sons Of The Earth. 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. One Thing We Know: Our God Is Also Your God. The Earth Is Precious To Him And To Harm The Earth Is To Heap Contempt On Its Creator.