This Is A Good Day To Die.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

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?

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.

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?

If The Great Spirit Had Desired Me To Be A White Man He Would Have Made Me So In The First Place. He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans, And In My Heart He Put Other And Different Desires. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.