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Thread #140816   Message #3270613
Posted By: GUEST,Lizzie Cornish
08-Dec-11 - 03:17 PM
Thread Name: BS: Petition to Free Leonard Peltier
Subject: RE: BS: Petition to Free Leonard Peltier
He tried, gnu, as does Leonard's current lawyer. They have all been trying for 36 years now, some have died during the process. Can you see MY point? WHO and WHAT is it that is stopping this gross miscarriage of justice from being put right?

It is Sinister to the point of Evil.
And it is utterly racist too.


"..Never has he expressed any remorse for the deaths of the two agents, in which at the very least he played a role..."

I have to deal with this pile of shite....clear it away and refresh the air, remove the stench entirely.


So, I have copied this out, word for word, from Leonard's book which now sits here on my desk, for it is filled with wisdom and humility, from a great writer.


Taken from 'Prison Writings - My Life is My Sun Dance' by Leonard Peltier



Chapter 3 (to be found on Page 13)

"I have no apologies, only sorrow. I can't apologise for what I haven't done. But I can grieve, and I do. Every day, every hour, I grieve for those who died at the Oglala firefight in 1975 and for their families - for the families of FBI agents Jack Coler and Ronald Williams and, yes, for the family of Joe Killsright Stuntz - whose death from a bullet at Oglala that same day, like the deaths of hundreds of other Indians at Pine Ridge at that terrible time, has never been investigated. My heart aches in remembering the suffering and fear under which so many of my people were forced to live at that time, the very suffering and fear that brought me and the others to Oglala that day - to defend the defenseless.

And I'm filled with an aching sorrow, too, for the loss to my own family because, in a very real way, I also died on that day. I died to my family, to my children, to my grandchildren, to myself. I've lived out my death for more than "two decades now. ("it is now 36 years)

Those who put me here and keep me here knowing of my innocence can take grim satisfaction in their sure reward - which is being who and what they are. That's as terrible a reward as any I could imagine.

I know who and what I am. I am an Indian - an Indian who dared to stand up to defend his people. I am an innocent man who never murdered anyone nor wanted to. And yes, I am a Sun Dancer. That too, is my identity. If I am to suffer as a symbol of my people, then I will suffer proudly.

I will never yield.

If you, the loved ones of the agents who died at the Jumping Bull property that day, get some salve of satisfaction out of my being here, then at least I can give you that, even though innocent of theiri blood. I feel your loss as my own. Like you, I suffer that loss every day, every hour. And so does my family. We, too, know that incosolable grief. We Indians are born, we live, and we die with inconsolable grief. We've shared our common grief for over twenty-three years now, your families and mine, so how can we possibly be enemies? Perhaps it's with you and with us that the healing can start. You, the agents' families, certainly weren't at fault that day in 1975, any more than my family was, and yet you and they have suffered as much as, even more than, anyone there. It seems it's always the innocent who pay the highest price for injustice. It's seemed that way all my life.

To the still-grieving Coler and Williams families I send my prayers if you will have them. I hope you will. They are the prayers of an entire people, not just my own. We have many dead of our own to pray for, and we join our sorrow to yours. Let our common grief be our bond. Let those prayers be the balm for your sorrow, not an innocent man's continued imprisonment. I state to you absolutely that, if I could possibly have prevented what happened that day, your menfolk would not have died. I would have died myself before knowingly permitting what happened to happen. And I certainly never pulled the trigger that did it. May the Creator strike me dead this moment if I lie. I cannot see how my being here, torn from my own grandchildren, can possibly mend your loss. I swear to you, I am guilty only of being Indian. That's why I am here.

Being who I am, being who you are - that's Aboriginal Sin."