I chose Tecumseh, as I have been working on a project research paper in US history, and have been amazed at the kind of man he was.
Tecumseh
Great Shawnee Chief
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation
Think of this. A man that could say something like this, this speaks volumes to me..
An excerpt from my report *copyright me*

Tecumseh. Tecumthi. Tecumtha. Tecumseh
.Shooting Star Across the Sky.
I sit to write the story of Tecumseh, this mighty warrior among the Shawnee Indian tribe, yet words fail me. My heart heavy, my eyes filled with tears, my brain filled with anger at the injustice this great man suffered, and those of his people! Not just the Shawnee, but all those great 500 nations that were forced to bend their back, and bow their knee to the likes of William Harrison and later, Andrew Jackson, and to the Redcoats. It grieves me to know how the life of one brilliant man was snuffed out in a battle that could have been avoided, had the cowards not abandoned him and his army. But, that was his name. That was the legacy behind it, the very meaning. Shooting Star across the sky..for one brief moment in time, he rose to a place where he had great influence over others, and just as fast, his life snuffed out in what I would imagine as glee by one of my own countrymen. A United States American, some say one of our future Vice Presidents. I wonder if I feel the pain so deeply because of the Indian blood running through my veins, or is it just the compassionate side of me? I do not know, I only know I grieve this loss. Yet, his legacy lives on.
In reading about Tecumsehs life, I met him when he was among three others at a council in Ohio, presided over by Governor Kirker, pleading for the US Government to rid his people of the and replace him. His words were interpreted by the Rudell boys. Stephen and Abraham were captured as young children, and now grown to adulthood. Stephen was now a Baptist preacher among the Indians (Shawnee), and Abe had not adjusted well to white society at all. Amongst those in attendance that day were Thomas Worthington and Duncan MacArthur. Four chiefs were ushered into the courtroom that day, Tecumseh being one of them, a Wyandot chief named Stayeghta, the Bark Carrier, along with one they called Blue Jacket (adopted brother) they sat on left side of the clerk, along with the Governor. On the other side, sat Panther and Tecumseh. One could almost see this tall, stately man, clearly Indian, yet not having full Indian features. Some say his skin resembled a yellow like color, and that he was descended from a white man, and his mother not being Shawnee, but rather Creek. Tecumseh later favored mixed marriages, I wonder if this is why. He stood tall, and stately in the courtroom, dressed in fine buckskin, neatly fringed along the edges. His limbs straight from the months of objects being placed against them in true Indian tradition, while being confined to the cradle board upon his mothers back. The piercing eyes, compelling one to look into them, not wanting to see the torment, yet afraid to look away for fear of missing one unspoken word from this magnificent man, resting upon each member of the jury and those in the room. Only to flash fire and anger as they rested upon one man in particular. I can only imagine the mood that day in the courtroom, and think those same eyes flashed the same anger and fire upon one William Henry Harrison later when he confronted him. They were there that day to petition the Governor to let them live among the whites in peace. They meant no harm to anyone. Tecumseh asked for William Wells, Indian Agent for the United States to be replaced by Stephen Rudell. The meeting was a success for the Indians. Governor Kirker dismissed the militia and on October 8th, he wrote to President Thomas Jefferson, passing on Tecumsehs objections to Wells and other requests for support.
One could say Sitting Bull or even Geronimo was the most famous Indian in American history, but I believe the most respected and revered would go to Tecumseh. Words would be spoken of him that would place him in high esteem, if Tecumseh had been born in another time, had the war been different, he was one of those rare geniuses that come along and could discover an empire that would rival the likes of Peru. He dreamed of melding the tribes of North America into a huge confederacy that would stretch from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. Tecumseh was a strong, charismatic leader, with above normal political and military strengths. He was a major figure in the war of 1812, and fought alongside the British to defeat American attempt to invade Canada.
Tecumseh was Shawnee, but his legend reaches far across the boundaries of all American Indian tribes. He fought through bloody battles and racial brutality. I believe he also faced hypocrisy in the highest form from our countrys national leaders, some never failing to mock him and/or remind him of his status beneath us for being of Indian heritage. Despite all of this, Tecumseh was a man of high integrity and compassion. One reads of his compassion early in his life during childhood when he would come against any form of cruelty being committed against anyone or any animal. This speaks highly of the character of this revered man. A man who stood for his own tribe, yet not just Shawnee, but for all Indian men, women and children alike. A man that tried unsuccessfully to unite in solidarity that died at the height of his career.
I believe Tecumsehs true journey towards his destiny began when he was in his twenties. He and his brother Cheesauaka would make many journeys to other tribes and exploring the north and west territory outside of the Shawnee area. This was part of a Shawnee rite in which Tecumseh transitioned from youth to the adult world, and introduced him to the other tribes and traditions. It was on their final journey together when his brother would predict his own death during a war the next day. Tecumseh then joined with Blue Jacket, his adopted brother in the legacy passed on from his father, now from his brother, to preserve the Shawnee territory from the whites. During this time, Tecumseh displayed his leadership ability, charismatic personality, strength and skills, which would cause him to have many followers, some equal in military skill, including his younger brother, Tenskwatawa.
By 1805 military and legal means against the whites had failed the Shawnee. Tecumseh had begun to make a name for himself among the whites as well as the Native Americas as a pragmatic, eloquent, and intelligent leader. His practical leadership soon became necessary as followers of Tenskwatawa flocked to his village. With Tenskwatawa heading up spiritual revival among the tribes, Tecumseh began to put in place and build upon a political movement that was no less revolutionary in the eyes of some, but necessary in his eyes. The backbone of this system was recognizing and understanding the destructive threat the whites posed to all Indians. He did not believe that any agreement, whether treaty, border and/or land agreement would protect his people. The only way Tecumseh saw out of this predicament, this gloomy future was for his Indian brothers and sisters to heed the call that was riding upon the wings of the wind, and in the spirit of each one to unite. In one accord. Not to be broken or pushed aside, not played against each other as in a game of cards and rum drinking, but a solidified unitary front, hundreds of thousands strong against the white man and his greed. This was the only way they could successfully protect the land which the Great Spirit had deeded unto them. Long before the white man had entered the picture.
It was at this time that Tecumseh first encountered William Henry Harrison. It was in the fall of 1809, and Harrison was Governor of Indiana. He negotiated the Treaty of Fort Wayne there to the dismay of Tecumseh. The treaty called for three million acres of Indian territory to be ceded to the United States government. Through this fateful event of history, Tecumseh begins to emerge as the strong leader, a force to be reckoned with amongst the Indians and whites alike. The Shawnee had not been part of these three million acres of land that had been ceded to the government, but Tecumseh drew upon his dream and vision of uniting all Indian tribes, and was clearly distraught. Shawnee leader Blue Jacket, Tecumsehs adoptive brother and Joseph Brant, leader of the Mohawks, had stated in days gone by that all Indian land was owned together as a joint asset, in which no one could sell any of it, without approval from all. At this time, Tecumseh begin to travel throughout the neighboring land urging them to lay down their loyalty to the ones that had signed this treaty and come to Prophetstown (Tippecanoe). Because of Blue Jackets and Joseph Brants words, Tecumseh believed the Fort Wayne treaty was not valid, asked Harrison to void it, and not let the settlers build upon the treaty lands.
Tecumseh met face to face with Harrison at his Vincennes, Indiana home. While there he assured Harrison that the Shawnees wanted to be at peace with the United States. Tecumseh then continued upon his journey, recruiting from among the tribes, a band that would be known as the Red Sticks, while most would not join the cause he presented, and entered the Creek War. In the meantime, Governor Harrison marched up the Wabash River from Vincennes accompanied by an army of men of about one thousand, with the sole purpose to intimidate Tenskwatawa. Harrisons army arrived at Prophetstown (Tippecanoe) on November 6th, 1811. When the Prophet saw Harrisons men, he ordered the warriors to attack the American camp that night. The Indians were defeated and had to withdraw, and Harrisons men came into the village of Prophetstown and burned it to the ground. As a result, Tecumseh aligned himself with the British to fight against the Americans, thus making his battle part of the greater battle, the War of 1812.
Among the battle, one can still see the compassion and humanity that Tecumseh possessed, a quality that endeared him to the people of that time, and reaching further through the annals of time and history to present day. When Tecumseh joined General Brock at the battle of Detroit in 1812, the British had captured many prisoners, among them was one Father Gabriel Richard. This man had ministered among the Shawnees and other tribes, and was highly revered. Tecumseh refused to fight alongside Brock or any other British man until this priest was freed. Tecumseh was very cunning and skillful in battle, and used great strategies in war. The battle continued, and eventually Brock was replaced with Major General Henry Proctor. Proctor did not seem to be very true to his word, and failed to live up to his obligations. When the British were fighting at Chatham, Ontario, he failed to show up. Other accounts say that Brock was there, but as the American troops converged upon the British, Brock gave into fear and cowardness, and left Tecumseh and his men there. Upon that fateful day, at the Battle of Thames, when Governor Harrison and his troops crossed the border into Upper Canada, October of 1813, Tecumseh was killed. His brother, Tenskwatawa, watched from a sheltered area high above the battle, as the enemy shot Tecumseh in the chest. Governor
Harrison had directed his forces to charge the British troops; they retreated in defeat, with the cowardly Proctor leading the way. As stated earlier, Tecumseh and his faithful band stayed and fought a good fight of faith. In the end, they were forced to retreat and surrender. They returned later to the blood strewn battlefield for their wounded and dead, but Tecumsehs body was not amongst these. As fate would have it, Tecumseh had just predicted his death the night before after having a dream that he would die, just as his brother, Cheesauka, had predicted long ago of himself.
Along with the death of Tecumseh, the great dream of a solidified confederacy among his people died as well. Tecumseh saw the future more clearly and accurately than he ever knew. One can only wonder what would have happened had Tecumseh not died on that fateful day on the river Thames.
Tecumseh..Tecumtha..Tecumthai..Shooting Star
a man of integrity, compassion and great insight. A great Shawnee warrior, highly respected not only among his people, but also the white man.
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