John Trudell

A lot of my writing is basically about observation, and things that I've seen, either through personal experiences or the experiences of…

— John Trudell

Don't trust anyone who isn't angry.

— John Trudell

They’re called poems but in reality they’re lines given to me to hang on to

— John Trudell

We are invisible to them because we are still the Human Beings, were still the People, but they will never call us…

— John Trudell

The strength of the poetry as we enter into whatever it is we are entering into, will be determined by the clarity…

— John Trudell

The past is more than a memory.

— John Trudell

There are always very angry or very cruel people that attach to movements.

— John Trudell

When we're believing, we're not really thinking, because the belief has walls: "This is what I believe." So what I believe is…

— John Trudell

Class is material consumed.

— John Trudell

The history of the People is one of cooperation, collectivity, and living in balance. The history of the Indians is one of…

— John Trudell

Everything that has ever happened to us is there to make us stronger.

— John Trudell

There are a lot of people who want to give orders and be bossy that don't deserve respect.

— John Trudell

The necessary objective of Native people is to outlast this attack, however long it takes, to keep our identity alive.

— John Trudell

We're all human beings and we all have feelings. And we all live in this industrial meat grinder where we don't really…

— John Trudell

In the society of illusion, reality must manifest itself. The story songs of Joel Rafael are that manifestation... the essence of minstrel.

— John Trudell

We must go beyond the arrogance of human rights. We must go beyond the ignorance of civil rights. We must step into…

— John Trudell

As human beings we're living in a reality of industrial madness.

— John Trudell

I don't write as much now as I used to, but I write. The lines still come, maybe periodically, and I'll go…

— John Trudell

Sometimes when it rains, it's not that simple, when the sky has reasons to cry.

— John Trudell