What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

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?

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?

I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.

What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.

I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.