persone you admire

When I was 16 years old, my English teacher shows us to the class a letter written by Chief Seattle of the as a Suquamish Tribe (Suquamish) and Dkhw'Duw'Absh.he was born in 1786 and died in 1866. He was a chief and a defender of the environment.

When I read the letter, the only thing then I can think was the wisdom of this chief of the tribe. And I recently searched this letter and I found this phrases “in this letter he gave the most profound understanding God in all Things”, How much reason does this phrase.

The letter was the answer to a letter sent by the President of the United States in 1854, In that letter, the President requested buy the land and in return promised a reservation for the tribe. The letters show us important it was to the earth Not as a thing from which you can profit, if not, as something sacred, as important as any other life As mentioned in the letter “Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore...”. The chief shows us his way of thinking without imposing any ideology, allows us to understand how important the land was to its tribe. I admire because He was such a wise person, Was aware of what the president could do with his tribe, but he was not a coward, trying to convince the president. At the end of everything, he ceded the lands to the "white man". Although by his people of that time he was taken as a traitor and coward, I consider him as a being full of admiration that made the best decision that he could for his people.
Finally, I would like to mention that your letter still applies on our days, almost 200 years later.one of my favorites phrases are “One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be the Redman or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers after all”

I let the CHIEF SEATTLE'S LETTER I you want to read t.

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.