As we hiked along, we found a rancher who raised a large amount of Herefords. To protect his Herefords from the wolves, bears and other predators, the year before, he purchased bulls and other Texas Longhorns. He returned to the city. While he was gone, the bulls took the best grazing land for themselves, and their calves.
The fittest of the Herefords did the same. On it went until the weakest Herefords tried living off with the worst land. These cattle fought with each other for the meager scrub grass that was available. They got sicker, weaker, and meaner each passing day.
Finally fall came and with it the time for marketing his stock. As he came over the ridge, the first Herefords that he saw were the sickest and the weakest. At this, he was very disappointed.
He grumbled, “I cannot take these scraggly Herefords fit to market. Son please start to nurse these back to health.”
The son responded, “Yes Dad,” and put the dogs to herding these sickly cattle back to the ranch.
As he traveled on, he came across other Herefords. These were healthier, but still not what he wanted to market. The rancher came upon the healthiest Herefords and the Texas Longhorns. The rancher culled these cattle from the rest of the herd and sent them to the slaughterhouse.
Salvador told his followers, “So it will be for the rich nations and their leaders. If they do not teach their people to be mature adults and to share, if they do not play the role of uncle and teach the healthiest to share, they are preparing themselves and their friends for the final slaughter.”
Salvador added, “The poor people, which they ignored, will be nursed back to health by the son, and by his mother.”
Salvador strode along with his group of friends and traveling companions as he told those in the room, “Mitakuye oyasin! mee-DAK-oo-yay. o-yah-seen, all are my relatives.”
We continued with our travels.