Quotes About Indian

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Winston S. Churchill
“...But the Mahommedan religion increases, instead of lessening, the fury of intolerance. It was originally propagated by the sword, and ever since, its votaries have been subject, above the people of all other creeds, to this form of madness. In a moment the fruits of patient toil, the prospects of material prosperity, the fear of death itself, are flung aside. The more emotional Pathans are powerless to resist. All rational considerations are forgotten. Seizing their weapons, they become Ghazis—as dangerous and as sensible as mad dogs: fit only to be treated as such. While the more generous spirits among the tribesmen become convulsed in an ecstasy of religious bloodthirstiness, poorer and more material souls derive additional impulses from the influence of others, the hopes of plunder and the joy of fighting. Thus whole nations are roused to arms. Thus the Turks repel their enemies, the Arabs of the Soudan break the British squares, and the rising on the Indian frontier spreads far and wide. In each case civilisation is confronted with militant Mahommedanism. The forces of progress clash with those of reaction. The religion of blood and war is face to face with that of peace.”
Winston S. Churchill, The Story of the Malakand Field Force

Sherman Alexie
“Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.”
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Vine Deloria Jr.
“Never has America lost a war ... But name, if you can, the last peace the United States won. Victory yes, but this country has never made a successful peace because peace requires exchanging ideas, concepts, thoughts, and recognizing the fact that two distinct systems of life can exist together without conflict. Consider how quickly America seems to be facing its allies of one war as new enemies.”
Vine Deloria Jr., Custer Died for Your Sins: An Indian Manifesto

Sherman Alexie
“They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with smallpox, have killed us. I'm the last, the very last, and I'm sick, too. So very sick. Hot. My fever burning so hot.
I have to take off my clothes, feel the cold air, splash water across my bare skin. And dance. I'll dance a Ghost Dance. I'll bring them back. Can you hear the drums? I can hear them, and it's my grandfather and grandmother singing. Can you hear them?
I dance one step and my sister rises from the ash. I dance another and a buffalo crashes down from the sky onto a log cabin in Nebraska. With every step, an Indian rises. With every other step, a buffalo falls.
I'm growing, too. My blisters heal, my muscles stretch, expand. My tribe dances behind me. At first they are no bigger than children. Then they begin to grow, larger than me, larger than the trees around us. The buffalo come to join us and their hooves shake the earth, knock all the white people from their beds, send their plates crashing to the floor.
We dance in circles growing larger and larger until we are standing on the shore, watching all the ships returning to Europe. All the white hands are waving good-bye and we continue to dance, dance until the ships fall off the horizon, dance until we are so tall and strong that the sun is nearly jealous. We dance that way.”
Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Russell Means
“When a woman grabs my braids and says "How cute!" I crab her breast and say "How cute!" She never touches me again!”
Russell Means, Where White Men Fear to Tread: The Autobiography of Russell Means

W.E.B. Du Bois
“After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro... two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, — this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self.”
W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

Forrest Carter
“Indian believes they ain't but two sins... bein a coward... and turnin agin yer own kind.”
Forrest Carter, The Outlaw Josey Wales

Sherman Alexie
“I got in a fight with my girlfriend," I said. "I was just driving around, blowing off steam, you know?"
Well, you should be more careful where you drive," the officer said. "You're making people nervous. You don't fit the profile of the neighborhood."
I wanted to tell him that I didn't fit the profile of the country but I knew it would just get me into trouble.”
Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Sherman Alexie
“Ialways think it's funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.
So I'm never quite sure why we eat Turkey like everybody else. (101)”
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Robert Fulghum
“The Indian danced on alone. The crowd clapped up the beat. The Indian danced with a chair. The crowd went crazy. The band faded. The crowd cheered. The Indian held up his hands for silence as if to make a speech. Looking at the band and then the crowd, the Indian said, "Well, what're you waiting for? Let's DANCE.”
Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten


If you hold this
Dazzling emerald
Up to the sky,
It will shine a billion
Beautiful miracles
Painted from the tears
Of the Most High.
Plucked from the lush gardens
Of a yellowish-green paradise,
Look inside this hypnotic gem
And a kaleidoscope of
Sights and colors
Will tease and seduce
Your eyes and mind.

Tell me, sir.
Have you ever heard
A peacock sing?
Hold your ear
To this mystical stone
And you will hear
Sacred hymns flowing
To the vibrations
Of the perfumed
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Sherman Alexie
“I'd only seen Julius play a few times, but he had that gift, that grace, those fingers like a goddamn medicine man. One time, when the tribal school traveled to Spokane to play this white high school team, Julius scored sixty-seven points and the Indians won by forty.
I didn't know they'd be riding horses," I heard the coach of the white team say when I was leaving.
Hey," I asked Adrian. "Remember Silas Sirius?"
Hell," Adrian said. "Do I remember? I was there when he grabbed that defensive rebound, took a step, and flew the length of the court, did a full spin in midair, and then dunked that fucking ball. And I don't mean it looked like he flew, or it was so beautiful it was almost like he flew. I mean, he flew, period."
I laughed, slapped my legs, and knew that I believed Adrian's story more as it sounded less true.
Shit," he continued. "And he didn't grow no wings. He just kicked his legs a little. Held that ball like a baby in his hand. And he was smiling. Really. Smiling when he flew. Smiling when he dunked it, smiling when he walked off the court and never came back. Hell, he was still smiling ten years after that.”
Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

Sherman Alexie
“Reardan is the rich white farm town that sits in the wheat fields exactly 22 miles away from the Rez. And it's a hick town I suppose filled with farmers and rednecks and racists cops who stop every Indian that drives through. During one week when I was little dad got stopped three times for DWI- Driving While Indian.”
Sherman Alexie
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
“I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.”
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Before We Visit the Goddess

Gloria E. Anzaldúa
“This land was Mexican once,
was Indian always
and is.
And will be again.”
Gloria E. Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza

“Kaun bata sakta hai yeh mulaqaat pehli yaan Aakhri hai..
Na jaane kitni baar mil chuka hoon tujhse aur kitni baar abhi milna baaki hai...

Har daur mein hota hai koi kirdaar mere jaisa..
Na jaane kitne qisson me zikar hai mera aur kitni kahaniyon mein abhi likhna baaki hai...

Sadiyon se chal hoon ekk kaafile ke saath saath..
Na Jaane kin Manzilon ki talaash hai aur kahan abhi Pahunchna baaki hai...

Suna hai Sau raaste jaate hai usski jaanib ki taraf ...
mujhe ek bhi nai mil raha, lagata hai be-samajh kadmon ka abhi Bhatkna baaki hai...

Na thama hai, na hi thamega yeh ranjishon ka silsilaa 'Tasbeeh..
Na jaane kitni dafa toota hoon abhi kitna aur bikhrana baaki hai...

Khwabon me khawab dekh raha hai ek mitti ka bhut zameen pe..
Uske Khwabon ki ajal mein bas Palkon ka jhapkana baaki hai...

Wajood-e-adam ke dayaron se nikal toh chuki hai zaat meri..
Bas saanson ka rukna aur rooh ka bicharna baaki hai..

Uss roshni ki talaash mein jo phir raha hai dar-ba-dar...
Dekh Patangey ney Samait liya haunsla usme Jitnaa abhi baaki hai...

Kaun bata sakta hai yeh mulaqaat pehli yaan aakhri hai
Na jaane kitni baar mil chuka hoon tujhse aur kitni baar abhi milna baaki hai...”
Jasz Gill

Fernando Bonassi
“Primeiro surgiu o homem nu de cabeça baixa. Deus veio num raio. Então apareceram os bichos que comiam os homens. E se fez o fogo, as especiarias, a roupa, a espada e o dever. Em seguida se criou a filosofia, que explicava como não fazer o que não devia ser feito. Então surgiram os números racionais e a História, organizando os eventos sem sentido. A fome desde sempre, das coisas e das pessoas. Foram inventados o calmante e o estimulante. E alguém apagou a luz. E cada um se vira como pode, arrancando as cascas das feridas que alcança.”
Fernando Bonassi, Passaporte

Kathy Acker
“After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other”
Kathy Acker, My Mother: Demonology

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
“Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again.
"I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you."
I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.”
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Before We Visit the Goddess

M.F. Moonzajer
“Religion serves all of us; men, women, gays, straights, blacks, whites, Americans and Indians. If it does not comply with our needs, wishes and happiness, then religion without a doubt is a plague that must be stopped.”
M.F. Moonzajer

“In India, all along, development as a process was always affected from the top down style of functioning. Naturally, because along with our freedom we had inherited a bureaucracy, which was designed by the British to rule, not to serve. The British way of doing things had always been to get things done through a government department and after independence we Indians merely continued this system.”
Verghese Kurien, I Too Had a Dream

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
“She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.”
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Before We Visit the Goddess

Enock Maregesi
“An Indian child is brought up in England, and he will speak both English and Hindi very well. English in school and Hindi at home. But here it’s English both in schools and at home. Why can’t you speak Swahili with your child at home? If this continues we will turn into an English speaking country.”
Enock Maregesi

“Who can declare that money is not a power which rulers of the world cannot withstand?”
S. Alice Callahan

“The 'Righteous' are mightier than 'God.”
Shivish, The Unconquerable Heart: God's Fist

“रघुवर प्रसाद का आकाश देखना रघुवर प्रसाद का चिठ्ठी लिखना होगा। चंद्रमा सोनसी के लिए लिखा हुआ संबोधन होगा। तारो की लिपि होगी जिसे तत्काल सोनसी पढ़ लेगी। रघुवर प्रसाद कसौटी के पत्थर पर लेटकर एक बड़ा आकाश देखेंगे। बड़ा आकाश लंबी चिठ्ठी होगी। सोनसी खिड़की से छोटा आकाश देखेगी तो छोटी चिठ्ठी होगी। आकाश एक दूसरे को लिखी चिठ्ठी होगी।
दरवाजा खोलकर आकाश देख लेते थे, सोनसी की चिठ्ठी है। सोनसी भी देख लेती होगी की रघुवर प्रसाद की चिठ्ठी है। कभी आकाश में बहुत सारे तारे होते। कभी इक्के दुक्के दिखाई देते। इक्के दुक्के तारों का आकाश लिखने का समय नही मिला जैसा या थोड़ी थोड़ी लिखी जा रही चिठ्ठी जैसा था।”
Vinod Kumar Shukla, Deewar Mein Ek Khirkee Rahati Thi

Brad  Jensen
“Fall into the cavern of my mind, and together there, we will dine.”
Brad Jensen

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