STAND WITH US IN SOLIDARITY ON
Monday April 22, 2019 - 12:30 – 1:30 pm
IN FRONT OF THE UNITED NATIONS NYC
Within the scope of the 18th Session of the Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues taking place April 22 – May 3, 2019 at the
United Nations Headquarters NYC
INDIGENOUS PEOPLES FROM THE FOUR DIRECTIONS WILL STAND UNITED TO MAKE A CALL FOR THE PROTECTION OF MOTHER EARTH!!!!
RELATIVES, PLEASE NOTE THIS STAND WILL BE LEAD BY INDIGENOUS PEOPLES. IT MUST EMBODY THE TRUE SPIRIT OF OUR PEOPLES. OUR MESSAGE WILL BE PEACEFUL, NON-VIOLENT AND SPIRITUAL. HOWEVER IT WILL BE CLEAR AND COME OUT STRONG. "PROTECT MOTHER EARTH"
ALLIES ARE WELCOMED AS LONG AS THERE IS UNDERSTANDING AND RESPECT FOR OUR PEOPLES, THE SPACE AND THE MESSAGE WE WILL CONVEY TO THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY ON EARTH DAY FROM INFRONT OF THE UNITED NATIONS HEADQUARTES IN NYC.
UNETE A NOSOTR@S EN EL DIA DE LA MADRE TIERRA
Lunes Abril 22, 2019 - 12:30 - 1:30pm
Frente a la Sede de las Naciones Unidas
Dentro del Marco de la 18 sesion del Foro Permanente de Asuntos Indigenas 22 de Abril - 3 Mayo, 2019 Naciones Unidas NYC
REPRESENTATES INDIGENAS DE LAS CUATRO DIRECCIONES NOS UNIREMOS PARA HACER UN URGENTE LLAMADO A LA PROTECCION DE LA MADRE TIERRA!!!!
Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event of days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as they swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed men, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my people, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land."
~ Chief Seathl (Seattle)