Chief Joseph
I guess this is Blog hour. 3 posts in an hour means I am not studying my psych nearly enough. So the other day I heard a speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce Indians. I have heard it a few times & its beauty never escapes me. Everyone knows the Indians had their asses handed to them (With the exception of them laying the wood to General Custer at Little Big Horn.) & a few casinos aren’t going to make up for it. This speech pretty much signaled the end of all the Indian Wars & his words sum up the collective experience of the Indians. The final line is one of the most famous in American history.
Tell General Howard I know his Heart. What He told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting, Looking Glass is dead. too-Hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are--perhpas freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.
