Remember the Alamo or Remember the Maine were battle cries, for others it is Remember Sand Creek, Remember Camp Grant, or Remember Wounded Knee.
But we should remember Wounded Knee 2 also for the carnage visited upon it by the American Indian Movement.
We should remember the lives of those they took, the people they held hostage, and the sacking and gutting of a community they perpetrated.
We should remember those they dispossessed from their homes like Wilbur Riegert, a wheelchair bound elder, so Russell Means wouldn’t have to maintain the facade of a last real ndn 24/7 and sleep on the ground like his ancestors or in a tipi after having been shown by a white man how to build one.
We should remember how a “warrior” like Dennis Bank$ slunk away with his tail between his legs when it ended after seventy odd days.
We should remember a black civil rights activist by the name of Perry Ray Robinson jr who was shot, stuffed in a closet to bleed out and die, and Bank$ instructions to Chris Westerman to bury Ray’s body along with others in a place they couldn’t be found.
We should remember Jumping Bull, the lives lost, the lies and myths that emerged in the aftermath.
We should also remember that a leadership of “warriors” and “liberators” authored and condoned the murder of a woman by the name of Annie Mae Pictou Aquash predicated in part by Leonard Peltier boasting in front of her that he had shot a federal agent at Jumping Bull as the “mfker begged for his life”.
We should remember that this same leadership would get in bed with anyone, any entity, any foreign government, even gangs and drug dealers when it came to money.
That they would commodify every aspect of traditions and ceremonies belonging to the nations if it would turn a buck.
We should remember how the media glorified and romanticized common criminals in their quest for a Hollywoodesque tale of cowboys and Indians and in doing facilitated the activities of thugs.
There is a circular aspect to life, we enter, traverse the circle and then depart.
We are born and in turn birth new generations – we begin our day rising from a bed and end it returning to the same bed…..circular.
And so it is the free Peltier myth has come full circle returning to it’s place of origin in Fargo, N.D.
Due in part I imagine to a decline in verbal and monetary support – a long running off off Broadway theatrical presentation.
Street theater with the obligatory mimes, clowns, hustlers, sleight of hand, and passing the hat around – now reduced to metaphorically sleeping in a cardboard box and begging for some change.
Hey mister can you spare a dime for a “political prisoner”, a “hero, leader, and warrior”?
This isn’t about commitment, it’s about perpetuating a scam, it’s about making shit up and being a global epicenter for a fake news story.
It’s about “defense” committee purges, “reorganizations”, lawyers, directors, staff members, relatives, and volunteers saying enough and exiting the building.
It’s about the attrition of time as the result of lies and a man who could never keep his story straight.
It’s about senseless murder, a penchant for young girls, thuggery, and interrogating a woman by the name of Annie Mae Pictou Aquash at gunpoint who was to become yet another AIM murder victim.
It’s about Peltier and the same crew interrogating Minnie Two Shoes a year or so earlier.
It’s also about the refusal and inability of Peltierites inspite of numerous invitations to rebut what has been presented on this blog site and others multiple times.
So how about it Bank$ in your self proclaimed capacity as a “spiritual leader” or any other Peltierite is it a good day to step up “in the spirit of Crazy Horse”, a good day to be an “Ojibwa Warrior” or any other kind of “warrior”?
Or is it just another good day to lie?