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Leonard Peltier at Leavenworth. 6/92 ©Jeffry Scott
 

The

sight of your cities

pains the eyes of the red man.

But perhaps it is because the red man is

a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet

place in the white man’s cities, no place to hear the leaves

of spring or the rustle of insects’ wings. Perhaps it is

because I am a savage and do not understand,

but the clatter only seems

to insult the

ears.

 

The

Indian prefers the

soft sound of the wind darting

over the face of the pond, the smell of

the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain,

or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious

to the red man, for all things share the same

breath — the animals, the trees, the man.

Like a man who has been dying for

many days, a man in your

city is numb to the

stench.

 

Chief Seattle

 
 

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obama, free the body

and beautiful soul

of leonard

peltier