All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth, befalls the children of the Earth.

Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

Your religion was written on tablets of stone, ours on our hearts. 8. We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us.

The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

There is no such place as away.