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The Black Hills, situated in the Sioux reservation, are sacred to my people. They are the dwelling place of the Great Spirit, and our ancestors rest there. Rumours have spread through the white settlements that such area is rich in gold; the whites have started pouring into our territory, and the Bluecoats, the soldiers, are protecting them and marching right now to destroy us.

There's already been great loss of lives among my people since the white men came, and we have been pushed further and further out of our land; some of us live in reservations, some refuse to bend under the white rule. These warriors around this fire are the last ones who can fight for our land and our freedom... But listen to their words now:
Wanigi Ska (White Ghost) is speaking.
*They have driven away our game and our means of livelihood out of the country, until now we have nothing left that is valuable except the hills that they ask us to give up. The earth is full of minerals of all kinds, and on the earth the ground is covered with forests of heavy pine, and when we give these up we know that we give up the last thing that is valuable either to us or to the white people. I have said.*
*I never want to leave this country; all my relatives are lying here in the ground, and when I fall to pieces I am going to fall to pieces here.
Shunkaha Napin (Wolf Necklace) has spoken.*
..."Tashunka Witko (Crazy Horse) is going to speak now..."
*I say: One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk!*
"The Talking Stick is now in the hands of Chief Tatanka Yotanka (Sitting Bull):
*We want no white men here. The Black Hills belong to us. If the whites try to take them, I will fight.*

"Now I understand! This is the time before the famous battle of the Little Big Horn. I did not know the true issues behind it, though. But why did you take me here? Why did you offer your friendship to an old white English woman, after all the misery my race put you through?"
"You were cold and lonely, and I brought you to the last great Council Fire I joined during my life; that was the summer of 1876, a very long time ago. Tonight the year 2000 is being born, ushering in new times of enlightenment and understanding among the people of the earth. There have been many prophecies about these times from every quarter of the earth...
I will tell you about the prophecy of Crazy Horse, based upon his vision: he saw people of many races dancing under the sacred tree; they were not just Red people, but Black, White and

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