{"quotes":[{"text":"In the preface of 'The Rifles' 'Another rule we followed was never kill an animal that we were not going to use for food or clothing.' Barnabas Piryuaq'Well, in those high latitudes we found such quantities of seals and walruses that we simply did not know what to do with them.There were thousands and thousands lying there; we walked among them and hit them on the head, and laughed heartily in the abundance which God had created.' Jan Welzi 1933. ","author":"William T. Vollmann","tags":["animal-rights","environment","hunters","native-americans","slaughter","violence"],"id":4163,"author_id":"William+T.+Vollmann"},{"text":"Another Chief remembered that since the Great Father promised them that they would never be moved they had been moved five times. 'I think you had better put the Indians on wheels,' he said sardonically, 'and you can run them about whenever you wish.","author":"Dee Brown","tags":["humorous","native-american-wisdom","native-americans","promises"],"id":8923,"author_id":"Dee+Brown"},{"text":"For the mentally disturbed, Marie knew these sandwich visits might be the only dependable moments in their lives. She also knew she delivered the sandwiches for her own sanity. Something would crumble inside of her if she ever walked by a homeless person and pretended not to notice. Or simply didn't care. In a way, she believed that homeless people were treated as Indians had always been treated. Badly. The homeless were like an Indian tribe, nomadic and powerless, just filled with more than any tribe's share of crazy people and cripples. So, a homeless Indian belonged to two tribes, and was the lowest form of life in the city. The powerful white men of Seattle had created a law that made it illegal to sit on the sidewalk. That ordinance was crazier and much more evil than any homeless person. Sometimes Marie wondered if she worked so hard at anything only because she hated powerful white men. She wondered if she went to college and received good grades just because she was looking for revenge.","author":"Sherman Alexie","tags":["frustration","homeless","native-americans","poverty","power","privilege","race","revenge"],"id":13832,"author_id":"Sherman+Alexie"},{"text":"Om-nipotent, Om-nipresent, Om-niscient, Omall is wholly undivided, instructed the physicist, David Bohmthe enfolded and unfolded, that of formlessness and formfrom the implicate unmanifest to the explicate manifest bornoriginating from an underlying nonphysical orderemerges physical reality with its illusory bordersthe whole of existence exists in every wee partall is here now—the cosmos' stern, bow, starboard and portthe invisible portion of existence is pure potentialityawareness itself as a field of infinite possibilityphysical reality a holographic illusionscience says so—that's its conclusionthe new science is within and is up to youa simple experiment with loving prayer will dofollowing science honestly, one is led inward toowith zero biases, mind and reality are seen as not-twowho cares what proofs others are utteringlive it yourself or you know nothingmake a cloud square shape in a oneness experimentrepeat “thank you square cloud” with joyous, grateful intentthe results of this being easily duplicatableshows that a unitive conscious universe is no fableNative Americans have their time-tested rain dancea prayer to the Great Spirit resulting in watered plants.","author":"Jarett Sabirsh","tags":["consciousness","native-americans","oneness","quantum-physics","science-of-mind","spirituality"],"id":35609,"author_id":"Jarett+Sabirsh"},{"text":"Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him better take a closer look at the American Indian.","author":"Henry Ford","tags":["native-americans","politics"],"id":44089,"author_id":"Henry+Ford"},{"text":"Thomas slammed his fist on the table, sending eating utensils flying. “Shameful! It is downright shameful that so-called men of God would use religion to manipulate people.”--from Prairie Grace when Thomas learns how the Indian agents and others are stealing from Native Americans.","author":"Marilyn Bay Wentz","tags":["christian-fiction","colorado","historical-fiction","native-americans","sand-creek-massacre"],"id":47743,"author_id":"Marilyn+Bay+Wentz"},{"text":"With the snow piling up outside, the warm dry cabin hidden in its fold of the mountain felt like a safe haven indeed, though it had not been such for the people who had lived there. Soldiers had found them and made the cabin trailhead to a path of exile, loss, and death. But for a while that night, it was a place that held within its walls no pain nor even a vague memory collection of pain.","author":"Charles Frazier","tags":["haven","native-americans","pain"],"id":52605,"author_id":"Charles+Frazier"},{"text":"The Talmud states, 'Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.","author":"Bridges McCall","tags":["adventure","architecture","dreams","global-awakening","greatness","love-story","martial-arts","metaphysics","native-americans","peace-on-earth","unity","wisdom"],"id":59558,"author_id":"Bridges+McCall"},{"text":"When we came out of the cookhouse, we found the boy's father, the Indian man who had been grazing the horses in the pasture, waiting for us. He wanted someone to tell his troubles to. He looked about guardedly, afraid that the Señora might overhear him.'Take a look at me' he said. I don't even know how old I am. When I was young, the Señor brought me here. He promised to pay me and give me a plot of my own. 'Look at my clothes' he said, pointing to the patches covering his body. 'I can't remember how many years I've been wearing them. I have no others. I live in a mud hut with my wife and sons. They all work for the Señor like me. They don't go to school. They don't know how to read or write; they don't even speak Spanish. We work for the master, raise his cattle and work his fields. We only get rice and plantains to eat. Nobody takes care of us when we are sick. The women here have their babies in these filthy huts.''Why don't you eat meat or at least milk the cows?' I asked.'We aren't allowed to slaughter a cow. And the milk goes to the calves. We can't even have chicken or pork - only if an animal gets sick and dies. Once I raised a pig in my yard' he went on. 'She had a litter of three. When the Señor came back he told the foreman to shoot them. That's the only time we ever had good meat.''I don't mind working for the Señor but I want him to keep his promise. I want a piece of land of my own so I can grow rice and yucca and raise a few chickens and pigs. That's all.' 'Doesn't he pay you anything?' Kevin asked. 'He says he pays us but he uses our money to buy our food. We never get any cash. Kind sirs, maybe you can help me to persuade the master . Just one little plot is all I want. The master has land, much land.'We were shocked by his tale. Marcus took out a notebook and pen. 'What's his name?'. He wrote down the name. The man didn't know the address. He only knew that the Señor lived in La Paz.Marcus was infuriated. 'When I find the owner of the ranch, I'll spit right in his eye. What a lousy bastard! I mean, it's really incredible'. 'That's just the way things are,' Karl said. 'It's sad but there's nothing we can do about it.","author":"Yossi Ghinsberg","tags":["amazonia","bolivia","native-americans","rainforest","slavery","social-justice"],"id":64582,"author_id":"Yossi+Ghinsberg"},{"text":"It's striking that Native Americans evolved no devastating epidemic diseases to give to Europeans in return for the many devastating epidemic diseases that Indians received from the Old World.","author":"Jared Diamond","tags":["disease","epidemics","evolution","native-americans"],"id":89319,"author_id":"Jared+Diamond"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":45,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}