Today is Earth Day. To honor this date, Google has made an animated doodle for the occasion.
Seeing I remembered something I read long ago, when I went to school. I remember a teacher we missed the show ecologist Noah Seattle, and I got deeply.
Although a bit long, I'd like to share with you. If you have time I recommend that you read because you will not regret.
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| Seattle in 1860, when he approached the eighties. |
In 1854, the Indian chief Seattle Noah went to the U.S. president to answer the proposed acquisition of the lands inhabited by people. Noah Seattle was chief of the Indian tribes that inhabited what is now Washington State, west of the country.
His speech is considered the first manifesto in defense of the environment. A year after he spoke, was signed the Treaty of Point Elliott, by which Indians lost their lands and were confined to reservations.
The Great Chief in Washington has sent us know you want to buy the land, along with words of goodwill.
greatly appreciate this detail, because we know too well how little you need to make our friendship.
We consider the offer, because we know full well that if we did not snatch the white faces land us with guns.
But how can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the earth?
This idea is not surprising, and freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water is ours, how could they be purchased?.
You must know that every piece of this land is sacred to my people, leaf green, sandy beach, the mist in the forest, sunrise through the trees, the brown insects, are sacred experiences and memories of my people. The white man's dead forget their land when they begin journey through the stars.
Our dead in contrast, never away from the earth, which is the mother. We are a part of it and the fragrant flower, deer, horse the great eagle are our brothers, the rugged rocks, the wet meadows, the body heat of the horse and man. All belong to the same family.
The crystal clear water flowing through rivers and streams is not only water, but also represents the blood of our ancestors. If I were to vendiésemos, you would have to remember they are sacred and so remind your children. Also the rivers are our brothers because we are free from thirst, we dragged our canoes and try to fish as well as each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories of the life of our people.
The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
Yes, great chief of Washington, the rivers are our brothers they quench our thirst, they carry our canoes and feed our children.
If we sell you our land, you have to remember and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers and so are his, and therefore they should be treated with the same gentleness with which you treat a brother.
Of course we know that the white man does not understand our ways, both gives a piece of land or another, because they see it as a sister, but as the enemy when he has already endorsed the despises and keeps walking, leaving behind the graves of his parents not care. Life kidnaps her children and does not care. Both the grave of their parents as their children's heritage, are forgotten. He treats his mother the earth, and his brother the sky as things to be bought, operated and sold like sheep or beads. His appetite will devour the earth, leaving behind only a desert. I can not understand, your eyes hurt cities of the red man. Perhaps it is because we are wild and can not comprehend.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities, no place where you can hear in the spring the deployment of the leaves or the murmur of the wings of an insect. Maybe it's because I am a savage and do not understand things well.
The noise of the city is an insult to the ear, and I wonder: What kind of life is the man who can not hear the lonely cry of the night heron or discussion of the frogs around the pond?.
'm a Red and I can not understand. We prefer the soft whisper of wind on the surface of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by the midday rain, or scented with the aroma of pine.
When the last red man has vanished from the earth, where it is not just a memory its shadow, like a cloud passing over the prairie, then there these banks and these forests will be populated by the spirit of my people, because we love our country as a child loves heartbeat of his mother. If you decide to accept your offer, would have put a condition that white men consider the animals of this land as brothers.
I am a savage and do not understand any other way of life. I have seen thousands of abandoned rotting buffaloes on the prairies, shot by the white man. I am a savage and do not understand how a machine smoking may be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to survive.
can the man without the beasts?. If all the animals disappeared, man would die in a great solitude, what happens to the animals very soon happen to man. All things are linked.
Teach your children what we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Everything that happens to the earth befalls the sons of the earth, if men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
One thing we secure. The earth does not belong to man, is the man belongs to earth. All things are connected, Man did not weave the web of life, he is just a thread. What you do with the plot, he does himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, is exempt from the common destiny. After all we may be brothers. We'll see.
know one thing, that the white man may one day discover: Our God is God himself.
You can think now that he belongs to you, like I wish that our lands belong, but it is not. He is the god of all men and their compassion reaches equally the red skin and the white man. This land is invaluable pair He and damaged and will cause the wrath of the Creator.
whites also become extinct, perhaps sooner than other tribes. Man has not woven the web of life is only one of these threads and the misery is tempting if you dare break the network. Everything is tied together, like the blood of the same family.
If you mess up your bed every night die suffocated by your own excrement, but you will walk toward destruction in glory and spurred by the strength God, who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over it and red skin, that design is a mystery to us, because we do not understand because they exterminated the buffalo, wild horses are tame, saturate the secret corners of the forest with the encouragement of so many men and gorges on the lush landscape of hills with cables talkative.
Where is the deep forest? ... Disappeared
Where is the eagle? ... Disappeared
So life is over and we can only try to survive the appeal.
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