 Because of confusion in the past you will put your marks on one of the two papers here You will sign the red paper if you agree, which we hope that you do and the black if you don't So they will know who's a friend who is not They will know who to take rations from So this is not your agency the council at Standing Rock is next week. You have no place here Do you not recognize who this man is? I know He is sitting ball I do not recognize him as having any more of voice than any other Indian here Hear me then For one last time They mean to take our land away from us You may say they wish to give us land This patch to you this patch to you But here is the truth Each patch is for a man and all generations that follow him and they know That this land cannot feed but one generation not even so much as that All right, you had your say do not interrupt You teach our children the words of your God Be fruitful multiply, but it seems these words are not meant for the Indian For what kind of man would take a wife have children he cannot feed No Indian man Not a Lakota, but every carer Not a crow You would have us cut off our balls and end our race right here on a patch of land on which nothing can live and that Will not happen. I have spoken We did not put you on this land red cloud Surrendered he made peace with the government. Have you forgotten the bloodshed that came before? sitting bowl Is a great leader. I Believe this no matter that the whites See us men all as the same But he did not sit with us in the council those many snows ago and our reservation was made He did not sit with us in the next council When these borders That we were told were like marks in stone The black hills In our hunting lands were taken from us sitting bull might have had his say Such was his suspicion of the whites Such was his pride. I say today For all ears within hearing that if sitting bull had Spoken the way he speaks today. I Would not have touched that pen. I will not touch your pen To your paper. I will not touch it to your red paper I will not touch it to your black paper the white man Will not see my mark again on this paper for the rest of my days on this earth