This Earth is Precious

All American including immigrants should read this.

This land America belonged to Red Indians and where are they now?

No different to Aboregenes in White Australia?

White man including church men are hypocrites and wherever they land they leave a trace of wanton destruction.

He (now the yellow man of China) is the major contributor to the sixth extinction which we are currently marching and embracing aggressively.

In 1984 the Great White Chief in Washington made an offer for a large area of Indian Land and promised a Reservation for the Red Indian people.

Chief Seattle's reply reproduced here in full is a classic in American history.

It is described as the most beautiful and profound statement on the environment ever made.

The Paris accord becomes a bogus record and would pale into insignificance by many a mile.

Instead of signing it, President Biden should have sent a few phrases of this statement to the European Commission.

Whatbthe white man has done globally is irrepairable and with global warming in its peak, the rhetoric and grand speeches have no value but real action on the ground needs to be done and the world have to make sure China fall in line with principles and prevent it becoming the global enemy number one.
By the way,  with virus as a gift we have to  pay through our noses for the wanton destruction, not only in China but wherever it undertakes globally expansion of its influence.

President Biden should not let China a  Scot Free Ride.

TEXT

How can you buy or sell sky, the warmth of the land?

This idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and sparkle of the water how can you buy them?

ALL SACRED
Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy show, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and the humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the Red Man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars.
Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the Red Man.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters and the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers.
The rocky crests, juices of the meadows, the body heat of the pony and man --- all belong to the same family.

NOT EASY
So when the Great Chief in Washington sends words that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us.
The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves.
He will be our father and we will be his children.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land.
But it will not be easy.
For this land is sacred to us.
This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is just not water but the blood of our ancestors.
If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred and you must teach your children that it is sacred and each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people.
The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

KINDNESS
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst.
The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If you sell you our land you must remember and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers and yours and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you give your brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways.
One portion of land is same to him as the next, for he is stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs.
The earth is not his brother but his enemy and when he has conquered it he moves on to the next.
He leaves his father's grave behind and he does not care.
He kidnaps the earth from his children and he does not care.
His father's grave and children's birthright are forgotten.
He treats his mother the earth and his brother the sky as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright heads.
His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know.
Our ways are different from your ways.
The sight of your cities pain the eyes of the Red Man.
Perhaps, it is because the Red Man is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.
No place to hear unfurling of leaves in the spring or the rustle of an insect wing.
But perhaps, it is because I am a savage and do not understand.
The clatter only seems to insult the ears.
And what there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the argument of the frogs round the pond at night?

I am Red Man and I do not understand.

Indians prefer the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by the midday rain or scented with pinon pine.

PRECIOUS
The air is precious to Red Man, for all things share the same breath---the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath.

The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes.

Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.

But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that air shares it's spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last breath.

And if we sell our land you must keep it apart sacred as a place where even the white man is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

ONE CONDITION
So we will consider your offer to buy our land.
If we decide to accept I will make one condition.

The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

I am a savage and I do not understand any other way.

I have seen thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairies left by the white man (big question who is the savage, if not the white man as shown in America today) who shot them from a passing train.

I am a savage I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo we kill to stay alive.

What is man without beasts?

If all beasts were gone, man would die of great loneliness of spirit.

For whatever happens to the beasts soon happens to man.

All things are considered.

THE ASHES
You must teach your children the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfahers.
So they will respect the land, tell the children the land is rich with lives of your kin.
Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother.

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.

If men spit upon the earth they spit upon themselves.

This we know.

The earth does not belong to man.
Man belongs to the earth.

This we know.

All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.
All things are connected.

Whatever befalls the earth befalls on sons of the earth.

Man did not weave the web of life (neither the god did); he is merely a strand in it.

Whatever, he does to the web, does to himself.

Even the white man's God who walks and talks with him as a friend to friend cannot be exempt from the common destiny.

We may be brothers afterall.

We shall see.

One thing we know which the white man may one day discover--- our God is the same god.

You may think now that you may own Him by your wish, but to own our land cannot.

He is the god of the man and His commission is equal to the Red Man and the white.

The earth is precious to Him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

The whites too shall pass sooner than of other tribes.

The Coronavirus is the kill all solution to the white man's problems.

Contaminate your bed and one night you suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose save your dominion over this land and over the Red Man.

That destiny is mystery to us, for we do not understand, when the buffaloes are slaughtered and wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thickest. GONE.

Where is the eagle. GONE.

The end of living and beginning of survival.