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A family of environmentalists dedicated to the reproduction of turtles and their teenage daughter are shot dead in the Brazilian Amazon

from stigmatis.wordpress.com/2022/ and Moviment sem terra. translation thefreeonline Brazilian activist Josรฉ Gรณmes with his family., Mรกrcia and Joeneโ€ฆ

A family of environmentalists dedicated to the reproduction of turtles and their teenage daughter are shot dead in the Brazilian Amazon
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Allowed my paranoia ruin the best relationship Iโ€™ve ever had, I said somethings he wonโ€™t ever forgive me for. Iโ€™m broken, Iโ€™m in pain, no one understands, I want to die and end this pain. I may be pregnant because Iโ€™ve missed my period for two months straight and the supposed father told me he [โ€ฆ]

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Peace Activist ~ Pete Seeger ~

The legendary American folk singer Pete Seeger was also a songwriter, naturalist, and peace activist. He wrote many hit songs which helped him enhance his reputation as a folk singer. His songs always touched some social issues which established his reputation as an activist. The below Pete Seegerโ€™s famous quotes have been excerpted from his writings.
โ€œIf it canโ€™t be reduced, reused, repaired, rebuilt, refurbished, refinished, resold, recycled or composted, then it should be restricted, redesigned or removed from production.โ€

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Earth ๐ŸŒ Money ๐Ÿ’ฒ

“Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground.

โ€œThis is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.โ€

When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire.

It did not crack.

Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay.

The white man said, No not my money will burn because it is made of paper.

With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it?

The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land.

You donโ€™t make a very good trade.

Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land.

The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes.

Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever.

It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land.

It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us.

You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffaloโ€™s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains.

As a present, we will give you anything

“Crowfoot stood and watched as the white man spread many one dollar bills on the ground.

โ€œThis is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.โ€

When the white chief had laid all his money on the ground and shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire.

It did not crack.

Then he said to the white man, Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay.

The white man said, Noโ€ฆ.my money will burn because it is made of paper.

With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, Oh, your money is not as good as our land, is it?

The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. But nothing will destroy our land.

You donโ€™t make a very good trade.

Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land.

The white man said, I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes.

Very well, said the wise Crowfoot, our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever.

It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land.

It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us.

You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffaloโ€™s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains.

As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.โ€

Chief Crowfoot: Blackfoot Confederacy