We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The hate and scorn showered on us Negro officers by our fellow Americans convinced me that there was no sense in my dying for a world ruled by them. I made up my mind that if I got through this war I would study law and use my time fighting for men who could not strike back.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.
We were once friends with the whites but you nudged us out of the way by your intrigues, and now when we are in council you keep nudging each other.
While it is desirable to build up the colored race, we must not sacrifice our best and purest white friends.
If we don't end war, war will end us.
We are proud to say we are racist and hate to see Whites fighting each other. I oppose the Wars.
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
All we ask is that we have peace with the whites. We want to hold you by the hand. You are our father.
It was the wish of the Americans that their red brethren should remain peacefully round their own fires, and not embroil themselves in any disputes between the white people.