My name is Mr. Dawes, but you can call me Henry. I propose an act that will force the Native Americans to give up their land and assimilate into English culture. It will be called the Dawes Act!
Mom! I don't want to leave our home! We just got settled here and we will have to leave everything behind!
I know a-yo-li (child). The white men are very selfish, but we must keep our heads held high and preserve our culture, even when we must leave our home.
This is outrageous! My people are already struggling to support themselves by farming, but how are we supposed to do the same thing at a new place? Our only options are to leave our homes or fight a hopeless battle against the U.S. Army.
This soil is terrible and I don't have the money to buy the tools to fix it! I have only one sixteenth plot of land to feed myself! I feel bad for the larger families with similar problems to mine...
It is only a matter of time son... Only a matter or time...
Why did our friends have to leave a-da-do-da? (Father)