The year was 1973 when film stars Liv Ullmann and Roger Moore read out the name of the Best Actor Oscar winner at the 45th Annual Academy Awards.
“The winner is … Marlon Brando in The Godfather,” announced Ullmann.
But instead of rising from his chair at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles to accept the award, an Apache woman by the name of Sacheen Littlefeather, an actress and an activist for Native American civil rights, took to the stage to tell the crowd that Brando – the most famous movie star in the world at the time – respectfully refused the award.
Brando – who had just won for his career-defining role of Don Vito Corleone in Francis Ford Coppola’s mobster trilogy – used the occasion to protest the siege of Wounded Knee and Hollywood and television’s misrepresentation of Native Americans.
Brandon had originally given Sacheen Littlefeather a 15-page speech to read at the award show but she was reportedly threatened to be physically removed from the stage if she spoke for more than 60 seconds. All of her comments were on stage were impromptu however she read the speech in its entirety to the press waiting back stage.
While the statuette never made it into Brando’s hands in his autobiography My Word Is My Bond, Roger Moore said he took kept the Oscar at his home until it was collected by an armed guard sent by the Academy.
You can read Marlon Brando’s unfinished speech in its entirety here:
For 200 years we have said to the Indian people who are fighting for their land, their life, their families and their right to be free: ”Lay down your arms, my friends, and then we will remain together. Only if you lay down your arms, my friends, can we then talk of peace and come to an agreement which will be good for you.”
When they laid down their arms, we murdered them. We lied to them. We cheated them out of their lands. We starved them into signing fraudulent agreements that we called treaties which we never kept. We turned them into beggars on a continent that gave life for as long as life can remember. And by any interpretation of history, however twisted, we did not do right. We were not lawful nor were we just in what we did. For them, we do not have to restore these people, we do not have to live up to some agreements, because it is given to us by virtue of our power to attack the rights of others, to take their property, to take their lives when they are trying to defend their land and liberty, and to make their virtues a crime and our own vices virtues.
But there is one thing which is beyond the reach of this perversity and that is the tremendous verdict of history. And history will surely judge us. But do we care? What kind of moral schizophrenia is it that allows us to shout at the top of our national voice for all the world to hear that we live up to our commitment when every page of history and when all the thirsty, starving, humiliating days and nights of the last 100 years in the lives of the American Indian contradict that voice?
It would seem that the respect for principle and the love of one’s neighbour have become dysfunctional in this country of ours, and that all we have done, all that we have succeeded in accomplishing with our power is simply annihilating the hopes of the newborn countries in this world, as well as friends and enemies alike, that we’re not humane, and that we do not live up to our agreements.
Perhaps at this moment you are saying to yourself what the hell has all this got to do with the Academy Awards? Why is this woman standing up here, ruining our evening, invading our lives with things that don’t concern us, and that we don’t care about? Wasting our time and money and intruding in our homes.
I think the answer to those unspoken questions is that the motion picture community has been as responsible as any for degrading the Indian and making a mockery of his character, describing his as savage, hostile and evil. It’s hard enough for children to grow up in this world. When Indian children watch television, and they watch films, and when they see their race depicted as they are in films, their minds become injured in ways we can never know.
Recently there have been a few faltering steps to correct this situation, but too faltering and too few, so I, as a member in this profession, do not feel that I can as a citizen of the United States accept an award here tonight. I think awards in this country at this time are inappropriate to be received or given until the condition of the American Indian is drastically altered. If we are not our brother’s keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.
I would have been here tonight to speak to you directly, but I felt that perhaps I could be of better use if I went to Wounded Knee to help forestall in whatever way I can the establishment of a peace which would be dishonorable as long as the rivers shall run and the grass shall grow.
I would hope that those who are listening would not look upon this as a rude intrusion, but as an earnest effort to focus attention on an issue that might very well determine whether or not this country has the right to say from this point forward we believe in the inalienable rights of all people to remain free and independent on lands that have supported their life beyond living memory.
Thank you for your kindness and your courtesy to Miss Littlefeather. Thank you and good night.
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