Sandman

The white man is the enemy. But, protecting yourself by understanding the enemy’s culture is another way. Our tribe’s way of thinking won’t work in these times. Everybody thinks we’re being hounded from our ancestors’ lands. But the white man’s basic concept is money. There is no such thing as the ancestors’ land anymore. This place belongs to the person that holds the money.

I’m going to cross the continent and win this race with nothing but my own two legs.

I feel no morsel of remorse, or even equivalent to the smallest grain of sand in the desert. Not an inch … The only worry I have is for my sister, who I have left in my homeland. I want her to be happy … My only prayer is for her …