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Chief Seattle said in 1865
How Can You Buy or Sell the Sky?
How can you buy or sell the sky—the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water.
How can you buy them from us?
We know that the white man does not understand our way.
One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger
who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs.
The earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it,
he moves on. He leaves his fathers’ graves, and his children’s birthright is forgotten….
There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities.
No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect’s wings.
But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand, the clatter only seems to insult the ears.
And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of a whippoorwill
or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?
The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond,
and the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with a pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man.
For all things share the same breath—the beasts, the trees, the man.
The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench….
When the last red man has vanished from the earth, and the memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie,
these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people,
for they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat….
One thing we know—our God is the same.
This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny.
--Sealth, a Duwamish chief, 1865