One time I was sitting in Sitka, Alaska-did you ever get a chance to go there? Beautiful. Like sometimes you just go someplace. I was at a writers' workshop. I was in Sitka, Alaska, and I was watching-you know, the eagles were capturing the salmon that had come in. And so there was like eagles diving down into the ocean, and, you know, the salmon. And there were bears. And I looked out there, and I saw this cruise ship coming into the left of my vision. And it came in, and I was like, "Oh, I don't like that.” The cruise ship came in, and then I watched that cruise ship turn a 180 and go exactly back out. And that's basically what we've got to do. You know, we have to make the next economy, and that next economy is going to be green. That next economy is going to have people like me making decisions. I'd like to be an architect for the next economy. I didn't like the last one.
Winona LaDuke
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