Re: [PEN-L:10200] Re: Letter from Chief Sealth 1855

1997-05-18 Thread Dennis Grammenos

On Sun, 18 May 1997, Michael Perelman wrote:

 I think that I recall hearing that this letter was created by a fairly
 modern writer rather than from Chief Seattle.

True!:-)
Funny how things like that take on a life of their own, though!


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Dennis Grammenos

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[PEN-L:10200] Re: Letter from Chief Sealth 1855

1997-05-18 Thread Michael Perelman

I think that I recall hearing that this letter was created by a fairly
modern writer rather than from Chief Seattle.

James Michael Craven wrote:
 
 Letter from Chief Sealth to President Franklin Pierce--1855
 
 " The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our
 land. How can you buy or sell the sky--the warmth of the land. The
 idea is strange to us. Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or
 the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us. Every part of
 this earth is sacred to my people.
 
 We know that the White Man does not understand our ways. One portion
 of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who
 comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The
 earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it
 he moves on. He leaves his father's graves and his children's
 birthright is forgotten.
 
 There is no quiet place in the White Man's cities. No place to hear
 the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps
 because I am savage and do not understand--the clatter only seems to
 insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man[sic] cannot hear
 the lonely cry of the whipoorwill or the arguments of a frog around
 the pond at night.
 
 The Whites too, shall pass--perhaps sooner than other tribes.
 Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in
 your own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses
 tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many
 men, 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 and the hunt. The end of living and the
 beginning of survival. "
 
Chief Sealth 1855
 
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