We Ask To Be Recognized As Men.

For A Short Time We Lived Quietly. But This Could Not Last. White Men Had Found Gold In The Mountains Around The Land Of Winding Water.

The First White Men Of Your People Who Came To Our Country Were Named Lewis And Clark.

Our Fathers Gave Us Many Laws Which They Had Learned From Their Fathers. These Laws Were Good.

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other Then We Shall Have No More Wars. We Shall Be All Alike - Brothers Of One Father And Mother, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us And One Government For All. Then The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above Will Smile Upon This Land And Send Rain To Wash Out The Bloody Spots Made By Brothers' Hands Upon The Face Of The Earth. For This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying. I Hope No More Groans Of Wounded Men And Women Will Ever Go To The Ear Of The Great Spirit Chief Above, And That All People May Be One People.

Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless They Amount To Something.