What Does It Matter How

God Made Me An Indian.

For Us, Warriors Are Not What You Think Of As Warriors. The Warrior Is Not Someone Who Fights, Because No One Has The Right To Take Another Life. The Warrior, For Us, Is One Who Sacrifices Himself For The Good Of Others. His Task Is To Take Care Of The Elderly, The Defenseless, Those Who Can Not Provide For Themselves, And Above All, The Children, The Future Of Humanity.

I Do Not Wish To Be Shut Up In A Corral. All Agency Indians I Have Seen Are Worthless. They Are Neither Red Warriors Nor White Farmers. They Are Neither Wolf Nor Dog.

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

Go Back Home Where You Came From. This Country Is Mine, And I Intend To Stay Here And To Raise This Country Full Of Grown People.