As can be seen this blog was written roughly five and half years ago and not a great deal has changed.
AIM continues to posture though to a declining audience, Crow Dog has a well established culture and tradition store front featuring licenses to conduct ceremonies and Dennis Bank$ still doesn’t know anything about the murder of Annie Mae Pictou Aquash or Perry Ray Robinson while portraying himself as a “spiritual leader” and “liberator”.
This inertia extends beyond rez boundaries and can found in high places where men in suits with their own carefully coiffed hair and accessorized attire have opted to look the other way.
Ray’s murder is an old case, a cold case, so why bother? The dust has settled, no need to revive it as that could lead to having to conduct a search for and exhumation of Ray’s remains, better to let those who call for justice eat cake as Marie Antoinette was said to have suggested, or if not cake then maybe some fry bread or commodity cheese.
It’s as though a variant of the Stuxnet virus has infected the conscience of those whose responsibility is to investigate, enforce, and indict – no grinding to a halt of foreign centrifuges, no foreign intrigue destined to backfire, rather a stasis of indifference where justice becomes a wasteland littered with the skeletal remains of AIM victims.
It isn’t an uncommon sight to see vultures soaring overhead at PR, it’s as though they know what lays beneath the topsoil even as others deny it.
Even as others attempt ill conceived fundraisers to “celebrate” the anniversary of an AIM sponsored carnage that took place forty odd years ago.
Even as Bank$ with feigned noble aplomb labels his book “It’s a Good Day to Die” as long as it wasn’t his number that came up in the AIM lottery, the clear implication being it was a good day to die for others who fell into official AIM disfavor or it would not have happened what with AIM being the “spiritual” organization as professed to be.
A spiritual movement that required the ritual sacrifice of innocents to appease the AIM gods of greed, self promotion, and fear of accountability.
A bullet in the back of the head here, a bludgeoning to death or slashed throat there and ultimately little difference between the “spiritual” practices of AIM and the Aztec priesthood – little difference between the AIM leaders and the Black Robes or colonists they routinely upbraided and a cowed community fearful to speak the truth lest their number come up, lest AIM decides it is a good day for them to die, lest their Indianess be called into question.
A spiritual movement devoid of saints awash in sinners, thugs, murderers, thieves, and arsonists with no room for any not of like character deficit, only the grave.
Days of moaning, weeping, and theater for a thug like Russell Means from whose lavish office all things AIM related on PR were either approved or disapproved – and isn’t it telling that the worst of the worst always seemed to take place in Means personal fiefdom as the high priest of bullshit feigned ignorance and innocence?
Gone are the days of hairspray, drunken revelry, free roaming AIM goon squads, and much of the for public consumption theater – the media and public have found other pursuits leaving for the most part only foreign markets to hustle as Bank$ bemoans the fact that “it ended too soon” – a wannabe prophet without honor in his own country.
And so below the blog Ray Robinson from 11-23-10:
I think anyone familiar with the murder of Annie Mae and Wounded Knee 2 likewise
has some knowledge about Ray Robinson and the long standing accounts of unmarked graves.
Robinson’s wife had the devotion and courage to venture into the AIM stronghold seeking
answers when she personally met with Clyde Bellecourt and Dennis Banks in what could only be described as an exercise in futility.
If they hadn’t been by the time of Annie’s and Ray’s murders the well rehearsed alibis and ensuing cover up were in full swing.
One would think Vernon, Clyde’s brother, and so called head of security would have had
a presence in that discussion and I’ve always wondered why he wasn’t there.
Vernon Bellecourt the former hairdresser, having set aside combs, hairspray, and favored clippers had proven that nepotism can be found anywhere in his ascension to a position of power within the ranks of AIM.
I’ve always had this image of Vernon in the midst of strategy meetings and security concerns suddenly, compulsively, whipping out a comb and scissors to snip a little here, a little there, and coif the hair of those in attendance-kind of multi-tasking if you will.
What a motley crew this group comprised of former hair dressers, dance instructors, and ex cons who would lead AIM.
Cheryl Robinson, Ray’s widow, was abruptly left to struggle and raise their children on her
own and to this day has been unable to apply the healing balm of knowing the truth and where it is her husband lies.
There have been several accounts of a confrontation within WK between members of AIM and Robinson that led to him being shot at least once and apparently left to bleed out and die that can be found on the net.
Of interest is that a friend of Ray’s by the name of Janie Waller accompanied him to WK along with Emily Gordon and Gordon’s then boyfriend.
Little if anything is heard of these individuals and I am of the opinion they quite possibly could shed some light on events as they occurred. In the aftermath I have often wondered why organizations like the NAACP or individuals like Sharpton and Jackson haven’t made an issue of the murder of Ray Robinson-they have considerably more influence than indigenous people do and that translates to political attention.
The CBFC-Congressional Black Caucus Foundation- not only has access to the power brokers in Washington but also represents a large voting demographic that unlike indigenous people can bring pressure to bear.
Of secondary importance is who leads this charge of discovery,whether it comes from indigenous people or any other ethnic group- what ultimately matters is the truth be known and those responsible be held to account.
Take a moment and visit their site at http://cbcfinc.org/ and request that they take an active role in this campaign for justice.
I never met Ray Robinson and it’s doubtful any who read this did-I also never met Annie Mae and think the majority of those who support justice for her ever did either.
But that isn’t the issue, the issue is recognizing what people have done with their lives, injustices done, and focusing on those.
Prejudice existed during the seventies just as it does now, and by all accounts their were those at WK who felt Ray was too “uppity”, that he should just bow his head, shuffle along, and say yasser massah-the very mindset that was proclaimed to be one of the reasons that gave rise to the birth of AIM.
WE all have our foibles and shortcomings, I’m sure Ray and Annie did as well, that makes them human and what they did accomplish all the more meaningful.
A transcendent moment of epiphany may come to each of us during our lifetime, whether we act on them or not will define us as human beings just as it did Ray and Annie………..likewise as it did the petty warlords of AIM who were satisfied to wallow in their lesser humanity.
“I took part in every firefight of the whole occupation while still carrying on my duties as a leader; I met with the other leaders, to help negotiate, to make decisions about food, clothing, housing, who we should let in or out, informers, supply trains, outside help and support and other activities I could be involved in for the success of our new nation. During the last few days I went alone to the bunkers at night to talk loudly or shine lights around to fool the enemy into thinking the bunkers were still occupied. During every firefight I
was either in the the bunkers or at the command post fighting. I was always available to the people for any decisions that had to be made. I had to make the decision not to bring in Buddy Lamont until late afternoon after
I knew he was killed in the early morning. I had to leave Ray’s life to fight alone in eagle bunker after he was shot through both legs. I did these things to save other Indian lives. I suffered the humiliation of the final surrender when I would rather have died on free Indian land.” – Carter Camp
Suffered humiliation? What of the dispossessed people of WK whose homes and personal possessions were ravaged?
What of the suffering and humiliation of Wilber Riegert, who aged and confined to a wheelchair was evicted from the trailer that was his home so the Assholes In Moccasins could have a little comfort, an office?
What of Agnes Gildersleeve, a Chippewa woman, and her eighty year old husband who were likewise evicted and held as prisoners while the sum total of their lives was destroyed?
What of Annie and Ray-did they suffer? Is there a greater humiliation for a woman than to be beaten and raped?
Where is the shame, suffering, and humiliation that would prompt a human being to at some point in the aftermath make some effort of restitution, reconstruction, to assist those many who lost not only their homes and automobiles but the dignity no one had the right to forcefully take from them?