Pokracovani z jineho auditka at nejse off on top....
asi sem uplnej kreten ze jsem se jeste neprestehoval do baraku, ale zatim nemam to nutkani a dokud si ten svuj barak na tom svym pozemku nepostavim tak abych nemusel bejt pripojenej na elktryku, vodu a ptat se nekoho ze zhora jestli to tak muze bejt, jestli muzu mit svuj hajz pripojenej na vodovod a kazdy svy hovno splachnout nekolika litrama vody jen tak, protoze to tak prece ma bejt.......
I had never seen a Wasichu (white man) then, and did not know what one look liked like; but everyone was sayng that the Waishus were coming and that they were going to take our country and ryb us all out and that we should all have to die fighting. .
Once we were happy in our own country and we were seldom hungry, for then the two-leggeds and the four leggeds lived to gether like relatives , and ther was planty for them and for us. But the Wasichus came, and they have made littel islands for us and other littel island for the four legeds , and always thes islands are becoming smoller for around them surges the gnawing flood of the Wasichu; and it is dirty with lies and greed.
I was ten years old that winter, and that was the first time I ever saw a Wasichu. At first I thought they all looked sick, and i was afraid they migh just begin to fight us any time, but I got used to them.
I can remmeber when the bison were so many that they could not be counted, but more and more Wasichus came to kill them until there were only heaps of bones scattered where they used to be. The Wasitchu did not kill them to eat; they killed to them for the metal that make them that crazy, and they took only the hides to sell. Sometimes they did not even take the hibes, only tongues; and I have heard that firebouts come down the river Missoury loaded with dried bisoun tongues;you can see that man who do this was craezy. Sometimes they did not even take the tongues, they just killed and killed because they liked to do that. When we hunted bison, we killed whot we needed.
Black Elk Speaks from Touch the Earth
"We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills and the winding strams with tangled growth, as 'wild. Only to the white man was nature a 'wilderness' and only to him was the land 'infested' with 'wild' animals and 'savage' people. To us it was tame. Earth was boutiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery. Not until the hairy man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustices upon us and the families we loved was it 'wild' for us, it was that for us the 'Wild West' began."