《這片土地是神圣的》原文及相關資料
務請教導你的子女，讓他們知道，腳下的土地，埋著我們祖先骨骸；教你子弟尊崇大地，告訴他們，大地因我們親族的生命而得滋潤；告訴他們，紅人怎樣教導子女，大地是我們的母親，大地的命運，就是人類的命運，人若唾棄大地，就是唾棄自己�！�
我們確知一事，大地并不屬于人；人，屬于大地，萬物相互效力。也許，你我都是兄弟。等著看，也許，有一天白人會發現：他們所信的上帝，與我們所信的神，是同一位神�！�
或許，你以為可以擁有上帝，象你買一塊地一樣。其實你辦不到，上帝，是全人類的神，上帝對人類憐恤平等，不分紅、白。上帝視大地為至寶，傷害大地就是褻瀆大地的創造者。白人終將隨風消失，說不定比其他種族失落的更快，若污穢了你的床鋪，你必然會在自己的污穢中窒息�！ �
肉身因歲月死亡，要靠著上帝給你的力量才能在世上燦爛發光，是上帝引領你活在大地上，是上帝莫明的旨意容你操縱白人�！ �
為什么會有這種難解的命運呢？我們不懂。
我們不懂，為什么野牛都被戮殺，野馬成了馴馬，森林里布滿了人群的異味，優美的山景，全被電線破壞、玷污�！�
叢林在哪里？沒了！
大老鷹在哪里？不見了！
生命已到了盡頭，
是偷生的開始�！ �
（原載《山茶·人文地理雜志》第100期）
原文
how can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? the idea is strange to us.
if we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
all sacred
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 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; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. the rocky crests, the juices in 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 word 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 not just 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 that 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.