This Is A Good Day

What White Woman, However Lonely, Was Ever Captive Or Insulted By Me? Yet They Say I Am A Bad Indian.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

They Want Us To Give Up Another Chunk Of Our Tribal Land. This Is Not The First Time Or The Last Time.