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 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!

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.

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

These dead soldiers are the gifts of Wanka Tanka. Kill them, but do not take their guns or horses. Do not touch the spoils. If you set your hearts upon the goods of the white man, it will prove to be the downfall of this nation.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly. Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

They claim this mother of ours, the earth, for their own and fence their neighbors away; they deface her with their buildings and their refuse. That nation is like a spring freshet that overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path. We cannot dwell side by side.

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country? God made me an Indian.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

It does not take many words to tell the truth.

This is a good day to die. Follow me!

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

Look at me, see if I am poor, or my people either. The whites may get me at last, as you say, but I will have good times till then. You are fools to make yourselves slaves to a piece of fat bacon, some hard-tack, and a little sugar and coffee.

Wakan Tanka, pity me. In the name of the nation, I offer You this pipe. Wherever the Sun, Moon, Earth, Four Winds, there You are always. Tuncosila, save the people, I beg You. We wish to live. Guard us against all misfortunes and calamities. Take pity.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I had rather die on the field of battle.

My Father has given me this nation, in protecting them I have a hard time.

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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