«Our forest is still beautiful … rooted in the center of the ancient sky.
Beyond the forest, the white people’s territory that surrounds us consists only of wounded lands from which the epidemic fumes come … Its edges bear the wounds of the settlers and cattle ranchers’ deforestation and fires. Its center is marked by those of the gold prospectors’ mud ponds. Every one of them avidly ravages it as if he wanted to devour it.
All this devastation worries us. … There is no more tree canopy there and soon the soil will be nothing but sand.
The shamans clearly see that the forest is suffering and sick.»
– Yanomami spokesman and shaman Davi Kopenawa