Sitting Bull, aka Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotake, born Hoka Psice

Sitting Bull, aka Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotake, born Hoka Psice
c.1834
1890

Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux Chief and Holy Man who had premonition of defeating the cavalry which motivated his people to a major victory at the Battle of the Little Bighorn

Author Quotes

We have plenty of game. We want no white men here. The Black Hills belong to me. If the whites try to take them, I will fight.

What treaties that the whites have kept, that the red man broken? Not one. What treaties that the white man gave to us they kept? Not one.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief. What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

You come here to tell us lies, but we don't want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no attention. That is all I have to say.

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.

We are an island of Indians in a lake of whites. We must stand together, or they will rub us out separately. These soldiers have come shooting; they want war. All right, we?ll give it to them!

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.

I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.

Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.

I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie mice, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

I wish all to know that I do not propose to sell any part of my country, nor will I have the whites cutting our timber along the rivers, more especially the oak. I am particularly fond of the little groves of oak trees. I love to look at them, and feel a reverence for them, because they endure the wintry storms and summer?s heat, and?not unlike ourselves?seem to thrive and flourish by them. One thing more: those forts filled with white soldiers must be abandoned; there is no greater source of trouble and grievance to my people.

The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

The life of white men is slavery. They are prisoners in towns or farms. The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country, and live in our own fashion.

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.

If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other different desires. Each man is good in his sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

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First Name
Sitting Bull, aka Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotake, born Hoka Psice
Birth Date
c.1834
Death Date
1890
Bio

Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux Chief and Holy Man who had premonition of defeating the cavalry which motivated his people to a major victory at the Battle of the Little Bighorn