Two months before his death, my uncle, Louis Karoniaktajeh Hall, sent me a large package containing many newsletters he'd written over more than 20 years of his activitist life. He wanted me to put his writings in some order and retype them in book form so they could be accessible to anyone who wanted to read his message. Set to the task, I was shocked and disheartened when he died on December 9, 1993.

My uncle was not a man of wealth or greed and he taught me that these characteristics are not what being Mohawk is about. Over the past two years, I have fought a personal struggle about completing what he asked me to do two months before his death, I have had the support of many of his friends - including the people of Ganienkeh - who continually encouraged me to see at least one part of his dream realized. His words were left to all Indian people, and it is my duty to him to give those words to anyone who wants to read them. Louis Hall loved Indian people - wanted to see them not only survive, but thrive using the old ways as their role model. Although what he says is from the viewpoint of a proud Mohawk, all Indians should be able to find something within these pages to bring back hope that old ways are still possible. You're only as limited as you think you are and it's not too late.

In his last will and testament, he left his writings and artwork to the Warrior Society in Kahnawake. He had two dreams - one was that anyone interested in what he had to say would have it available to them - and second, that a museum would be built where his art could be displayed for all to see. After two years, with the help of some very dear and wonderful friends, I have done my best to make one of those dreams possible.