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“The most dangerous people in the world are not the tiny minority instigating evil acts, but those who do the acts for them. For example, when the British invaded India, many Indians accepted to work for the British to kill off Indians who resisted their occupation. So in other words, many Indians were hired to kill other Indians on behalf of the enemy for a paycheck. Today, we have mercenaries in Africa, corporate armies from the western world, and unemployed men throughout the Middle East killing their own people - and people of other nations - for a paycheck. To act without a conscience, but for a paycheck, makes anyone a dangerous animal. The devil would be powerless if he couldn't entice people to do his work. So as long as money continues to seduce the hungry, the hopeless, the broken, the greedy, and the needy, there will always be war between brothers.”
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“It’s like, how did Columbus discover America when the Indians were already here? What kind of shit is that, but white people’s shit?”
― Miles: The Autobiography
― Miles: The Autobiography
“In 1492, the natives discovered they were indians, discovered they lived in America, discovered they were naked, discovered that the Sin existed, discovered they owed allegiance to a King and Kingdom from another world and a God from another sky, and that this God had invented the guilty and the dress, and had sent to be burnt alive who worships the Sun the Moon the Earth and the Rain that wets it.”
― Los hijos de los días
― Los hijos de los días
“To the Indians it seemed that these Europeans hated everything in nature - the living forests and their birds and beasts, the grassy grades, the water, the soil, the air itself.”
― Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West
― Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West
“The Indians are the Italians of Asia", Didier pronounced with a sage and mischievous grin. "It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe, but you do understand me, I think. There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indians in the Italians. They are both people of the Madonna - they demand a goddess, even if the religion does not provide one. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart. The Language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalite. They are nations where love - amore, pyaar - makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl, if only for the second that her eyes meet yours.”
― Shantaram
― Shantaram
“Wait, we can not break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf, and eat hot h'ors d'ourves. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all of these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.”
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“People in the West like to shoot things. When they first got to the West they shot buffalo. Once there were 70 million buffalo on the plains and then the people of the West started blasting away at them. Buffalo are just cows with big heads. If you've ever looked a cow in the face and seen the unutterable depths of trust and stupidity that lie within, you will be able to guess how difficult it must have been for people in the West to track down buffalo and shoot them to pieces. By 1895, there were only 800 buffalo left, mostly in zoos and touring Wild West shows. With no buffalo left to kill, Westerners started shooting Indians. Between 1850 and 1890 they reduced the number of Indians in America from two million to 90,000.
Nowadays, thank goodness, both have made a recovery. Today there are 30,000 buffalo and 300,000 Indiands, and of course you are not allowed to shoot either, so all the Westerners have left to shoot at are road signs and each other, both of which they do rather a lot. There you have a capsule history of the West.”
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Nowadays, thank goodness, both have made a recovery. Today there are 30,000 buffalo and 300,000 Indiands, and of course you are not allowed to shoot either, so all the Westerners have left to shoot at are road signs and each other, both of which they do rather a lot. There you have a capsule history of the West.”
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“Yet only the atrocities of the conquered are referred to as criminal acts; those of the conqueror are justified as necessary, heroic, and even worse, as the fulfillment of God's will.”
― The Wild Girl
― The Wild Girl
“But we reservation Indians don’t get to realize our dreams. We don’t get those chances. Or choices. We’re just poor. That’s all we are.
It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you’re poor because you’re stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you’re stupid and ugly because you’re Indian. And because you’re Indian you start believing you’re destined to be poor. It’s an ugly circle and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.”
― The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you’re poor because you’re stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you’re stupid and ugly because you’re Indian. And because you’re Indian you start believing you’re destined to be poor. It’s an ugly circle and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.”
― The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
“In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.”
― Wealth of Words
― Wealth of Words
“A Swedish minister having assembled the chiefs of the Susquehanna Indians, made a sermon to them, acquainting them with the principal historical facts on which our religion is founded — such as the fall of our first parents by eating an apple, the coming of Christ to repair the mischief, his miracles and suffering, etc. When he had finished an Indian orator stood up to thank him.
‘What you have told us,’ says he, ‘is all very good. It is indeed bad to eat apples. It is better to make them all into cider. We are much obliged by your kindness in coming so far to tell us those things which you have heard from your mothers. In return, I will tell you some of those we have heard from ours.
‘In the beginning, our fathers had only the flesh of animals to subsist on, and if their hunting was unsuccessful they were starving. Two of our young hunters, having killed a deer, made a fire in the woods to boil some parts of it. When they were about to satisfy their hunger, they beheld a beautiful young woman descend from the clouds and seat herself on that hill which you see yonder among the Blue Mountains.
‘They said to each other, “It is a spirit that perhaps has smelt our broiling venison and wishes to eat of it; let us offer some to her.” They presented her with the tongue; she was pleased with the taste of it and said: “Your kindness shall be rewarded; come to this place after thirteen moons, and you will find something that will be of great benefit in nourishing you and your children to the latest generations.” They did so, and to their surprise found plants they had never seen before, but which from that ancient time have been constantly cultivated among us to our great advantage. Where her right hand had touched the ground they found maize; where her left had touched it they found kidney-beans; and where her backside had sat on it they found tobacco.’
The good missionary, disgusted with this idle tale, said: ‘What I delivered to you were sacred truths; but what you tell me is mere fable, fiction, and falsehood.’
The Indian, offended, replied: ‘My brother, it seems your friends have not done you justice in your education; they have not well instructed you in the rules of common civility. You saw that we, who understand and practise those rules, believed all your stories; why do you refuse to believe ours?”
― Remarks Concerning the Savages
‘What you have told us,’ says he, ‘is all very good. It is indeed bad to eat apples. It is better to make them all into cider. We are much obliged by your kindness in coming so far to tell us those things which you have heard from your mothers. In return, I will tell you some of those we have heard from ours.
‘In the beginning, our fathers had only the flesh of animals to subsist on, and if their hunting was unsuccessful they were starving. Two of our young hunters, having killed a deer, made a fire in the woods to boil some parts of it. When they were about to satisfy their hunger, they beheld a beautiful young woman descend from the clouds and seat herself on that hill which you see yonder among the Blue Mountains.
‘They said to each other, “It is a spirit that perhaps has smelt our broiling venison and wishes to eat of it; let us offer some to her.” They presented her with the tongue; she was pleased with the taste of it and said: “Your kindness shall be rewarded; come to this place after thirteen moons, and you will find something that will be of great benefit in nourishing you and your children to the latest generations.” They did so, and to their surprise found plants they had never seen before, but which from that ancient time have been constantly cultivated among us to our great advantage. Where her right hand had touched the ground they found maize; where her left had touched it they found kidney-beans; and where her backside had sat on it they found tobacco.’
The good missionary, disgusted with this idle tale, said: ‘What I delivered to you were sacred truths; but what you tell me is mere fable, fiction, and falsehood.’
The Indian, offended, replied: ‘My brother, it seems your friends have not done you justice in your education; they have not well instructed you in the rules of common civility. You saw that we, who understand and practise those rules, believed all your stories; why do you refuse to believe ours?”
― Remarks Concerning the Savages
“There were no mail-order catalogues in 1492. Marco Polo's journal was the wish book of Renaissance Europe. Then, Columbus sailed the ocean blue and landed in Sears' basement. Despite all the Indians on the escalator, Columbus' visit came to be known as a "discovery.”
― Another Roadside Attraction
― Another Roadside Attraction
“When I was fifteen, a companion and I, on a dare, went into the mound one day just at sunset. We saw some of those Indians for the first time; we got directions from them and reached the top of the mound just as the sun set. We had camping equiptment with us, but we made no fire. We didn't even make down our beds. We just sat side by side on that mound until it became light enough to find our way back to the road. We didn't talk. When we looked at each other in the gray dawn, our faces were gray, too, quiet, very grave. When we reached town again, we didn't talk either. We just parted and went home and went to bed. That's what we thought, felt, about the mound. We were children, it is true, yet we were descendants of people who read books and who were, or should have been, beyond superstition and impervious to mindless fear.”
― Collected Stories
― Collected Stories
“... in an even wilder part of the river's jungle of cane and gum and pin oak, there is an Indian mound. Aboriginal, it rises profoundly and darkly enigmatic, the only elevation of any kind in the wild, flat jungle of river bottom. Even to some of us - children though we were, yet we were descended to literate, town-bred people - it possessed inferences of secret and violent blood, of savage and sudden destruction, as though the yells and hatchets we associated with Indians through the hidden and seceret dime novels which we passed among ourselves were but trivial and momentary manifestations of what dark power still dwelled or lurked there, sinister, a little sardonic, like a dark and nameless beast lightly and lazily slumbering with bloody jaws...”
― Collected Stories
― Collected Stories
“Juet's journal frequently records how only a tiny quantity of alcohol was needed to get the Indians drunk, 'for they could not take it'; and tales of the drunkenness that greeted Hudsons' arrival persisted among the native Indians until the last century. Indeed Heckewelder claims that the name Manhattan is derived from the drunkenness that took place there, since the Indian word 'manahactanienk' means 'the island of general intoxication'.”
― Nathaniel's Nutmeg: How One Man's Courage Changed the Course of History
― Nathaniel's Nutmeg: How One Man's Courage Changed the Course of History
“The Indian Sonnet
All through history India has provided sanctuary,
To the persecuted, shunned and alienated of the world.
Everyone from everywhere has toiled in India's making,
Many cultures beat together within the Indian heart.
Of course, there are peddlers of intolerance and hate,
Those who have been trying to build an extremist nation.
These primitive apes fail to think with their pea brain,
Of the word "hindu" the sanatana texts bear no mention.
The ancient citizens of India had no organized religion,
Life was just an expression of nonduality or undivision.
Indus valley is a rare land that assimilated all,
Without ever spreading the tentacles of invasion.
Many fervor, many faiths, thus India is made.
India without secularism is India of the dead.”
― Vande Vasudhaivam: 100 Sonnets for Our Planetary Pueblo
All through history India has provided sanctuary,
To the persecuted, shunned and alienated of the world.
Everyone from everywhere has toiled in India's making,
Many cultures beat together within the Indian heart.
Of course, there are peddlers of intolerance and hate,
Those who have been trying to build an extremist nation.
These primitive apes fail to think with their pea brain,
Of the word "hindu" the sanatana texts bear no mention.
The ancient citizens of India had no organized religion,
Life was just an expression of nonduality or undivision.
Indus valley is a rare land that assimilated all,
Without ever spreading the tentacles of invasion.
Many fervor, many faiths, thus India is made.
India without secularism is India of the dead.”
― Vande Vasudhaivam: 100 Sonnets for Our Planetary Pueblo
“We all know Jews have a well connected network around the world cuz they are hated everywhere. So what's stopping Hindus from doing the same given they too get similar hatred?”
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“The women, in the naturalness of their telling, offer a new perception of the relationship between the emigrants and the Indians [Native Americans].”
― Women's Diaries of the Westward Journey
― Women's Diaries of the Westward Journey
“My India is the most radiant
beacon of multiculturalism,
Your India is a septic tank
of prehistoric nationalism.”
― The Divine Refugee
beacon of multiculturalism,
Your India is a septic tank
of prehistoric nationalism.”
― The Divine Refugee
“I Am Not Like Them”
They call us terrorists, filled with hate,
Our prayers, they say, hide darker schemes.
But I’m different, peaceful, good—
I don’t belong in their fearful dreams.
Yes, I am a Muslim, but…
I am not like them.
They mock my accent, my skin, my face,
They say we lie, and hoard, and cheat.
But I’m honest, fair—don’t lump me in
With those who tarnish the country’s seat.
Yes, I am Indian, but…
I am not like them.
They say we’re leeches, here to take,
Their jobs, their homes, their hard-earned bread.
But I’m no thief; I work, I strive,
Unlike the others, who cheat instead.
Yes, I am an immigrant, but…
I am not like them.
They see us as paper citizens, fake,
A birthright they claim we don’t deserve.
But I was born here, raised with pride,
Not like those who don’t “preserve.”
Yes, my parents are immigrants, but…
I am not like them.
But what is this game we choose to play,
This fight to stand above the rest?
In trying to prove we’re “not like them,”
We leave our brothers dispossessed.
These words, so small, so selfishly sharp,
Slice through the ties that could bind us strong.
Each time we say “I am not like them,”
We let the hate march further along.
For what is hate but a shifting mirror,
That turns and finds a new face to blame?
Until we shatter the mirror itself,
We will always live in its frame.”
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They call us terrorists, filled with hate,
Our prayers, they say, hide darker schemes.
But I’m different, peaceful, good—
I don’t belong in their fearful dreams.
Yes, I am a Muslim, but…
I am not like them.
They mock my accent, my skin, my face,
They say we lie, and hoard, and cheat.
But I’m honest, fair—don’t lump me in
With those who tarnish the country’s seat.
Yes, I am Indian, but…
I am not like them.
They say we’re leeches, here to take,
Their jobs, their homes, their hard-earned bread.
But I’m no thief; I work, I strive,
Unlike the others, who cheat instead.
Yes, I am an immigrant, but…
I am not like them.
They see us as paper citizens, fake,
A birthright they claim we don’t deserve.
But I was born here, raised with pride,
Not like those who don’t “preserve.”
Yes, my parents are immigrants, but…
I am not like them.
But what is this game we choose to play,
This fight to stand above the rest?
In trying to prove we’re “not like them,”
We leave our brothers dispossessed.
These words, so small, so selfishly sharp,
Slice through the ties that could bind us strong.
Each time we say “I am not like them,”
We let the hate march further along.
For what is hate but a shifting mirror,
That turns and finds a new face to blame?
Until we shatter the mirror itself,
We will always live in its frame.”
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“My brother, the Comanche are planning to ambush Bloody Fox. Please come quickly. Winnetou hurries to try to warn him in time.
~[note from Winnetou to Old Surehand]~”
― Old Surehand
~[note from Winnetou to Old Surehand]~”
― Old Surehand
“—“Where can we find the village with your wigwams?”
—“I won’t say.”
—“Your warriors moved out into battle?”
—“Yes.”
—“How many are there?”
—“I will hold my tongue.”
― Old Surehand
—“I won’t say.”
—“Your warriors moved out into battle?”
—“Yes.”
—“How many are there?”
—“I will hold my tongue.”
― Old Surehand
“—“That’s right. You speak the language of the palefaces well. Did you understand what has been spoken so far?”
—“Yes.”
—“Then you know that you were in mortal danger.”
― Old Surehand
—“Yes.”
—“Then you know that you were in mortal danger.”
― Old Surehand
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“Like I said, no Indian I’ve ever heard of has ever been or seen an angel.”
― When My Brother Was an Aztec
― When My Brother Was an Aztec
“Quit bothering with angels, I say. They’re no good for Indians.
Remember what happened last time
some white god came floating across the ocean?”
― When My Brother Was an Aztec
Remember what happened last time
some white god came floating across the ocean?”
― When My Brother Was an Aztec
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