First, thank you our Nez Perce friend. Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country, now overrun by white men. They do not protect our Grandfathers and Grandmothers graves. They do not pay for our way of life. Good words cannot give back our children lost from the Residential schools. Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. Words from Chief Joesph
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