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Post by wren on Jan 16, 2007 22:03:28 GMT -5
Grandfather says that when your friends die you must not cry. You must not anybody or do harm to anyone. You must not fight. Do right always. It will give you satisfaction in life.
You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom ? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.
You ask me to dig for stones ! Shall I dig under her skin for her bones ? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again.
You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it, and be rich like white men, but how dare I cut my mother's hair.
I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. Their spirits will come to their bodies again. We must wait here in the homes of our fathers and be ready to meet them in the bosom of our mother.
My young men shall never farm. Men who work the soil cannot dream, and wisdom comes to us in dreams.
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