God told me to look after my people-all are my people.

My young men shall never work. Men who work cannot dream, and wisdom comes to us in dreams.

Each one must learn for himself the highest wisdom. It cannot be taught. You have the wisdom of your race. Be content.

My young men shall never work, men who work cannot dream; and wisdom comes to us in dreams. You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mothers breast? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest. You ask me to dig for stone. Shall I dig under her skin for her bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again. You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men. But how dare I cut off my mother's hair.

God told me to look after my people-all are my people.