The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.