"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the
sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can
you buy them?
Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist
in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses throught the trees, as we know the blood that courses through our veins.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle,
these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the
same family.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.
If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of
events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So
you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with
all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also
gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man
can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.
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 your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap
contempt on its creator.
Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses
tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe
hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is it to
say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
When the last Red Man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving
across the prairie, will these shores still be here? Will there be any spirit of my people left?
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So if we sell you our land, love it as
we loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it
. Preserve the land for all children and love it as God loves all.
As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious
to you. One thing we know: there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are brothers after
all.
Chief Seattle --1852
