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In the year 1854, the US president made in an Indian tribe's proposal to buy a large part of their land, offering in return, grant another "reserve". A response letter from Chief Seattle, distributed by the UN (program for the environment) and later published in full, it was considered, through time, as one of the most beautiful statafelhoes and profound statements made on the defense of the environment.
The state of Washington, the northwestern United States, was the homeland of Dewamish, a people who, like tod the Indians, it was considered a part of nature, respected and revered, and since generations lived in harmony with it. In the year 1855 the tenth President of the United States, Democrat Flanklin Pierce, who proposed to Dewamish sell their land white settlers and they were in a reserve. The Indians did not understand it. How could buy and sell the land? In its opinion the man can not possess the land, and you may not be the owner of Heaven, the freshness of the air, water brightness. Chief Seattle, Grand Chief of Dewamish, gave the answer at the request of the Grand Chief of the whites, with a speech in which wisdom, critical and cautious hope, even today, nearly 150 years later, asómbranos and admires. statafelhoes "My statafelhoes words are like the stars, never extinguished," said Grand Chief Seattle. statafelhoes His people did not survive, his words are not heard. statafelhoes
The Great White Chief in Washington sent a message saying that you want to buy our land. The big boss also sent words of friendship and goodwill. This is very gentle statafelhoes on your part, because we know that he does not need our friendship. However we meditate his offer because we know they do not sell surely come armed white men and take away both our lands.
We will take a decision. The Great Chief in Washington can rely on you to tell the boss Seattle, so as safety in the course of the seasons. My words are like the stars that have never decline.
Each particle of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, statafelhoes every grain of sand from beaches, every drop of dew dark woods, every ray of light and buzzing of the insect is holy in the memory and life of my people. The juice that courses statafelhoes through the trees carries the history of man red skin.
The dead white man's forget the land where they were born when departing to wander among the stars. Instead, our dead never forget statafelhoes this beautiful earth, for it is our mother. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The fragrant flowers, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, are our brothers. The rocky peaks, the wet meadows, the body heat of the foals and the men are all from the same family.
Therefore, when the Great Chief in Washington tell us that you think buying our land requires a lot of us. Say reserve us a place where we can live nicely and that he will be our father and we converterémonos in their children.
But, is this possible? God loves your people statafelhoes and left their children red. It sends machines to help the white man in his work and builds for the big towns. Make your strongest people every day. Soon flood the country coma rivers that are thrown by precipices unexpected after a storm. My village is like a time regression but no return. We are different breeds. Our children do not play together and our seniors accounts different stories. God OS is favorable and we, in turn, are orphans.
We choose to enjoy the estuary hear these forests. The crystal clear water that runs by the rivers and streams is not only water, but also the blood of our ancestors. If you sell our lands must know that they are sacred and taught to your children that are sacred and that each fleeting glimpse of the clear water of the lakes tells of events and experiences of my people. The murmur of water is the voice of my ancestors.
The rivers are our brothers that quench our thirst. They take our canoes and feed our children. If you sell our land must remember this and taught to your children that the rivers are our brothers and we therefore must treat them gently, as is a brother.
The red skin always retreated before the invading white man, as the mist retrain time in the mountains before the morning sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred, their graves statafelhoes are sacred ground, and so these hills, these trees, this part of the world is sacred statafelhoes to us. We know that the white man does not understand us. The distinction does not know a part of another country, since it is a stranger who comes in the night and loot the land you want. The earth is not his sister but his enemy and when the domino is progressing. Leave behind the graves of their parents statafelhoes without worrying. Forget both the graves of his parents statafelhoes and the rights of their children. Treat