The Ghost Dance
“Shall I take a knife and tear my mother’s bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest. You ask me to dig for stone! Shall I dig under her skin for her bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again, you ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it, and be rich like white men! But how dare I cut off my mother’s hair?”
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