I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd become sort of involved in things that were happening to people. No matter what color they be, whether they be Indians, or Negroes, the poor white person or anyone who was I thought more or less getting a bad shake.
If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place.
Be nice to the whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity.
Be nice to whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity.
I believe if the white and colored people could get together and be let alone, they would understand each other and consequently love each other.
The trouble with our people is as soon as they got out of slavery they didn't want to give the white man nothing else. But the fact is, you got to give em something. Either your money, your land, your woman or your ass.
I'd grown up fearing the lynch mobs of the Ku Klux Klan; as an adult I was starting to wonder if I'd been afraid of the wrong white people all along - where I was being pursued not by bigots in white robes, but by left-wing zealots draped in flowing sanctimony.
When the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory among the white men shall have become a myth, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe. The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless.
While it is desirable to build up the colored race, we must not sacrifice our best and purest white friends.
If I were white, I could capture the world.