0:15
The great Washington's boss sent word that he wants to buy our land. The great boss also sends us words of friendship and goodwill. We appreciate this delicacy because we know how little our friendship is missing. We are going to consider your offer because we know that if we don't do it, the white man will come with his firearms and take our lands.
0:39
The great Washington chief can trust the word of the great Seattle chief with the same certainty that he trusts in the return of the seasons. My words are immutable, like the stars of the firmament. How can you buy or sell the sky or the heat of the earth? This idea seems strange to us. If we are not owners of the freshness of the air or the brightness of the water, how can you buy them? Each piece of this land is sacred to my people.
1:12
every shining pine needle, every grain of sand from the riverside, every drop of dew from the shadows of the woods, every light in the tree grove, and the buzz of every insect, are sacred in the memory and traditions of my people. The wise woman who walks through the body of the trees carries with her the memories of the red-skinned man.
1:35
The dead of the white man forget the earth where they were born when they embark on their journey through the stars. On the other hand, our dead can never forget this kind earth. We are part of the earth and she is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The deer, the horse, the great eagle, all are our brothers.
2:01
The steep mountains, the humid meadows, the warmth of the skin of the calf and the man, we all belong to the same family. That's why when the great white chief of Washington orders to say he wants to buy our land, he asks a lot of us. The great white chief tells us that he will reserve us a place where we can live comfortably. He will become our father and we will become his children.
2:29
Therefore, we will consider their offer to buy our land. But that is not easy, since this land is sacred to us.
2:39
This crystal clear water that flows through the streams and runs through the rivers is not only water, but also the blood of our ancestors. If we sell them the land, you must remember that it is sacred and that the mysterious reflections on the clear waters of the lakes speak of events and memories of the life of my people.
3:01
The murmur of the water of the rivers is the voice of the father of my father. The rivers are our brothers. They calm our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and give us fish to feed our children. If we sell them our lands, you must remember and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers and also theirs. And therefore, they must treat the rivers with the same sweetness that a brother is treated.
3:32
We know that the white man does not understand our way of life. He cares as much about a piece of our land as any other. The earth is not his sister, but his enemy, and once conquered, he abandons it and continues his path, leaving behind the grave of his parents, no matter what. Both the grave of his parents and the rights of his children are forgotten. He treats his mother the earth and his brother the sky, as things he can buy, loot and sell.
4:07
As if they were lambs or necklaces that exchange for other objects. Your insatiable hunger will devour everything on earth. And behind you, they will leave only a desert. I do not understand. Our way of life is very different from yours. Maybe it's because the red-skinned man is a savage and does not understand anything.
4:33
There is no quiet place in the cities of the white man. There is no place to listen to how the flowers of the trees in spring or the movement of the wings of an insect. But maybe this is also because I'm a savage who does not understand things well. I'm a red-haired and I understand nothing.
4:53
We prefer the soft whispers of the wind on the surface of the lake, as well as the smell of that same wind purified by the rain of noon or scented by the fragrance of the pines. The air is something precious for the red skin, since all beings share the same breath. The animal, the tree, the man, we all breathe the same air. The white man does not feel the air he breathes.
5:46
If we sell our lands, you must preserve the sacred, as a place where even the white man can savor the wind scented by the flowers of the meadows. We want to consider your offer to buy our lands. If we decide to accept it, I will put a condition: the white man must treat the animals of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not understand another way of life.
6:17
I have seen thousands of buffalo rotting in the meadows abandoned there by the white man who shot them from the iron horse without even stopping it I am a savage and I do not understand how the steaming iron horse can matter more than the buffalo that we only kill to be able to live what would be of man without animals if all animals were exterminated the man would also seem to be a great loneliness of spirit
6:48
For whatever happens to animals, soon it will also happen to man. All things are related to each other. They must teach their children that the soil they step on is the ashes of our ancestors. It is necessary that they teach their children what our children already know: that the earth is our mother. Whatever happens to the earth, will also happen to the children of the earth.
7:17
This is what we know. The earth does not belong to man. It is man who belongs to the earth. This is what we know. All things are linked like the blood that unites a family. Man has not woven the network that is life. It is just one more thread of the plot. What he does with the plot, he is doing it to himself. Our children have seen how their parents were humiliated while defending their land.
7:55
Our warriors have felt shame and now spend their days idle while contaminate their bodies with sweet food and water fire. It does not matter where we spend the rest of our days. They are not too much. Not even the white man whose God walks and talks to him as a friend friend will be exempt from common destiny. We know one thing that maybe the white man maybe discover one day.
8:27
our god and yours is the same god you believe that god belongs to you in the same way that they want our lands to belong to them but it is not like that he is the god of all men and his compassion extends equally between redskins and pale faces
8:55
This land is precious and despise it is despise its creator and would provoke his anger. Also the whites will be extinguished, perhaps before all other tribes. You walk towards your destruction surrounded by glory. Inspired by the strength of the God who brought them to this land and that by some special design gave them dominion over it and on the red skin. Where is the destroyed matorral? Where is the eagle?
9:37
disappeared is the end of life and the beginning of survival
