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I
Will Fight No More Forever
Surrender Speech
by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce
I am tired of
fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead.
Toohulhulsote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is
the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets.
The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of
them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food.
No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death. I want
to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find.
Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired.
My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will
fight no more forever.
Joseph was chief of the Nez Perce,
a Native American tribe of the Wallowa Valley in Northwest Oregon.
In 1877 the Nez Pierce were ordered to a reservation, or special
land reserved for Native Americans. The Nez Pierce refused to
go. Instead, Chief Joseph tried to lead 800 of his people to
Canada. Fighting the U.S. Army all along their 1100 mile journey,
they crossed Idaho and Montana. They were trapped just forty
miles from Canada. After a five-day fight, the remaining 431
remaining Nez Perce were beaten.
It was then, on October 5, 1877 at Bears
Paw, that Chief Joseph made his speech of surrender.
Peace
LionHeart
February 2006
'Buffy
St. Marie' © Rob Altman
2005
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy
Sainte-Marie Website
Buffy's Art Website
Buffy Sainte-Marie was a graduating college senior in 1962 and hit
the ground running in the early the Sixties, after the beatniks and
before the hippies. All alone she toured North America's colleges,
reservations and concert halls, meeting both huge acclaim and huge
misperception from audiences and record companies who expected Pocahontas
in fringes, and instead were both entertained and educated with their
initial dose of Native American reality in the first person.
By age 24, Buffy Sainte-Marie had appeared all over Europe, Canada,
Australia and Asia, receiving honors, medals and awards which continue
to this day. Her song "Until It's Time for You to Go" was
recorded by Elvis and Barbra and Cher, and her "Universal Soldier"
became the anthem of the peace movement. For her very first album
she was voted Billboard's Best New Artist.
She disappeared suddenly
from the mainstream American airwaves during the Lyndon Johnson years.
As part of a blacklist which affected Eartha Kitt, Taj Mahal and a
host of other outspoken performers, her name was included on White
House stationery as among those whose music "deserved to be suppressed".
In Indian country and abroad, however, her fame only grew. She continued
to appear at countless grassroots concerts, AIM events and other activist
benefits. She made 17 albums of her music, three of her own television
specials, spent five years on Sesame Street, scored movies, helped
to found Canada's 'Music of Aboriginal Canada' JUNO category, raised
a son, earned a Ph.D. in Fine Arts, taught Digital Music as adjunct
professor at several colleges, and won an Academy Award Oscar for
the song "Up Where We Belong".
Buffy Sainte-Marie virtually invented the role of Native American
international activist pop star. Her concern for protecting indigenous
intellectual property, and her distaste for the exploitation of Native
American artists and performers has kept her in the forefront of activism
in the arts for forty years. Presently she operates the Nihewan Foundation
for Native American Education whose Cradleboard Teaching Project serves
children and teachers in eighteen states.
For
listen samples and reviews, click on CD cover photo. In new window,
click on CD photo again and scroll down.
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It's
My Way! (1964)
Many A Mile (1965)
Little Wheel Spin And Spin (1966)
Fire & Fleet & Candlelight (1967)
I'm Gonna Be A Country Girl Again (1968)
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Illuminations
(1969)
The Best of Buffy Sainte-Marie (1970)
The Best of Buffy Sainte-Marie, Vol. 2 (1971)
She Used To Wanna Be A Ballerina (1971)
Moonshot (1972)
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Quiet
Places (1973)
Native North American Child: An Odyssey (1974)
Coincidence And Likely Stories (1992)
Live At Carnegie Hall (2004)
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Buffy DVD's
Buffy
Sainte Marie - Up Where We Belong (1996) DVD
Part concert, part interview, part career retrospective, part celebration
of her Native American heritage, Up Where We Belong is about as complete
an audiovisual look at the work of Buffy Sainte-Marie as anyone could
need. Sainte-Marie, the Canadian-born singer-songwriter who was lumped
in with the '60s folk movement despite not really being a folkie (for
one thing, she provided her own material from the start), has written
or cowritten some very familiar tunes, including the title song (a
huge hit for Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes, and an Oscar winner in
'82), "Until It's Time for You to Go" (recorded by Elvis
Presley and Barbra Streisand, among others), and "Universal Soldier"
(a defining '60s moment for Donovan). All are here, given simple,
semi-acoustic treatments with backing from Sainte-Marie's New Age-flavored
band. Also on hand are two Native American groups, Red Ball and Stoney
Park, whose drumming and chanting, combined with Sainte-Marie's quavering,
almost keening vibrato, generate real intensity on Indian-flavored
fare like "Starwalker" and "He's an Indian Cowboy in
the Rodeo."
Sainte-Marie, who essentially retired from an active music career
for 16 years to raise a son (and make regular appearances on Sesame
Street), made something of a comeback in the '90s; age 60 when this
concert was filmed, she has made a reputation as a digital artist
as well as a musician, and some of her computer work is featured here
as well. All in all, Up Where We Belong.
Festival! - The Newport Folk Festival
(63-64-65) DVD
Murray Lerner’s film "Festival" is a cinematic synthesis
of four Newport Folk Festivals in which the art of folk music is pictured
in transition during its most crucial years. The range is from Bob
Dylan performing "Tambourine Man" and Joan Baez doing "Farewell
Angelina," to country artists like Johnny Cash playing "I
Walk the Line" to the Georgia Sea Island Singers. The range is
also from the high-priced professionals like Peter, Paul, and Mary
to the authentic folk dignity of living legends such as Son House
and Mississippi John Hurt. Joan Baez, Donovan and Judy Collins are
all on view, as are Pete Seeger, the Ed Young Fife and Drum Corps
and numerous others that give a feeling of community with the whole
American present, and continuity with the American past. Indeed, the
long-haired Newport audiences pictured sleeping on beaches and on
the grounds, in sports cars and battered station wagons, plunking
banjoes and guitars, swapping tunes between formal concerts, and talking
about folk music, seem not a rupture with the American past, but an
expression of carrying forward an American idealism and social concern.
My Country 'Tis
of thy People You're Dying
w/m © Buffy Sainte-Marie
Now that your
big eyes are finally opened.
Now that you're wondering, "How must they feel?"
Meaning them that you've chased cross America's movie screens;
Now that you're wondering, "How can it be real?"
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda,
They starve in their splendour.
You asked for our comment, I simply will render:
My country 'tis of thy people you're
dying.
Now that the long houses “breed superstition”
You force us to send our children away
To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions
Forbid them their languages;
Then further say that American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe and stress
That the nations of leeches who conquered this land
Were the biggest, and bravest, and boldest, and best.
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country's birth?
Of the preachers who lied?
How the Bill of Rights failed?
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth?
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud over Kinzua mud?
Or of brave Unlce Sam in Alaska this year?
My country 'tis of thy people you're
dying.
Hear how the bargain was made for West,
With her shivering children in zero degrees.
" Blankets for your land" - so the treaties attest.
Oh well, blankets for land, that's a bargain indeed.
And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
From smallpox diseased dying soldiers that day.
And the tribes were wiped out
And the history books censored
A hundred years of your statesmen
say, "It's better this way".
But a few of the conquered have somehow survived
And their blood runs the redder
Though genes have been paled.
From the Grand Canyon's caverns
To Craven's sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale.
From Los Angeles County to upstate New York,
The white nation fattens while other grow lean.
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean:
My country 'tis of thy people you're
dying.
The past it just crumbled; the future just threatens
Our life blood is shut up in your chemical tanks,
And now here you come, bill of sale in your hand
And surprise in your eyes, that we're lacking in thanks
For the blessings of civilisation you brought us
The lessons you've taught us;
The ruin you've wrought us;
Oh see what our trust in America got us.
My country 'tis of thy people you're
dying.
Now that the pride of the sires receives charity.
Now that we're harmless and safe behind laws.
Now that my life's to be known as your heritage.
Now that even the graves have been robbed.
Now that our own chosen way is your novelty.
Hands on our hearts
We salute you your victory:
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy.
Pitying your blindness; How you never see -
that the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory,
Were never no more than buzzards & crows:
Pushed some wrens from their nest;
Stole their eggs; changed their story.
The mockingbird sings it;
It's all that she knows.
" Oh what can I do?", say a powerless few.
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye:
Can't you see how their poverty's profiting you?
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying.
