When Jesus Christ came upon the Earth, you killed Him. The son of your own God. And only after He was dead did you worship Him and start killing those who would not. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled they are feeble and harmless, but invigorate them with warmth and they sting their… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
You, too, will be driven away from your native land and ancient domains as leaves are driven before the wintry storms. Sleep not longer,… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
No tribe has the right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers… Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
I am Shawnee! I am a warrior! My forefathers were warriors. From them I took only my birth into this world. From my tribe… — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours. — Tecumseh Copy Share Image
