How Can You Buy or Sell the Earth?
 

"The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. He also sends us words
of friendship and good will. This is kind of him since we know he has little need of our friendship. But
we will consider your offer.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?  If we do not own the freshness of the air
and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and every 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. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word
that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us...

This we know: All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man
did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to
himself. One thing we know:  Our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot.  He is the God of man; and his compassion is equal for the red
man and the white. This earth is precious to Him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its
Creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than other tribes.

Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will 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 gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we
do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, and the view of the
ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket?  Gone.  Where is the eagle?  Gone.  And what is it to say goodbye to the swift
pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival. So we will consider your offer to
buy the land. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you promised. There, perhaps, we may
live out our brief days as we wish. When the last red man has vanished from the earth, and his memory
is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits
of my people. For they love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.

So, if we sell our land, love it as we've loved it.  Care for it as we've cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you take it. Preserve it for your children and love it... as God loves us
all. One thing we know.  Our God is the same God. This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny.  We may be brothers after all. We shall see....
 
 

 

     Statue of Chief Sealth (Seattle)