"When I was a boy the Lakotas owned the world; the sun rose and set on their land........Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them? What law have I broken? Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am a Lakota; because I was born where my father lived; because I would die for my people and my country?"
Sitting Bull
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