ishgooda
Sat, 30 Oct 1999 04:53:28 -0700
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Date: Fri, 29 Oct 1999 14:30:17 -0700
From: Carter <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Newsgroups: alt.native
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
CC: Ben Carnes <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Remembering Wounded Knee 1973
Ah-ho My Relations,
When I led my people into Wounded Knee that dark night, a chain of
events was set in motion which has placed my brother Leonard Peltier in
a cage. I leave in the morning to stand and demand freedom for a man
whose only crime is being NDN and proud in America. Perhaps the
following words explain it better...
>
> Remembering Wounded Knee 1973
>
> Date: 1999/02/27
>
> Ah-ho My Relations,
> Today is heavy with prayer and reminices for me. Not only are those
> who walk for the Yellowstone Buffalo reaching their destination, today
> is the anniversay of the night when, at the direction of the Oglala
> Chiefs, I went with a special squad of warriors to liberate Wounded Knee
> in advance of the main AIM caravan. For security reasons the people had
> been told everyone was going to a meeting/wacipi in Porcupine, the road
> goes through Wounded Knee. When the People arrived at the Trading Post we had
> already set up a perimeter, taken eleven hostages, run the B.I.A. cops
> out of town, cut most phone lines, and began 73 days of the best, most
> free time of my life. The honor of being chosen to go first lives strong
> in my heart.
> That night we had no idea what fate awaited us. It was a cold night
> with not much moonlight and I clearly remember the nervous anticipation
> I felt as we drove the back-way from Oglala into Wounded Knee. The
> Chiefs had tasked me with a mission and we were sworn to succeed, of
> that I was sure, but I couldn't help wondering if we were prepared. The
> FBI, BIA and Marshalls had fortified Pine Ridge with machine gun bunkers
> and A.P.C.s with M-60's. They had unleashed the goonsquad on the people
> and a reign of terror had begun, we knew we had to fight but we could
> not fight on wasicu terms. We were lightly armed and dependent on the
> weapons and ammo in the WK trading post, I worried that we would not get
> to them before the shooting started.
> As we stared silently into the darkness driving into the hamlet I tried to
> forsee what opposition we would encounter and how to neutralize it... We
> were approaching a sacred place and each of us knew it. We could feel
> it deep inside. As a warrior leading warriors I humbly prayed to
> Wakonda for the lives of all and the wisdom to do things right. Never
> before or since have I offered my tobacco with such a plea or put on my
> feathers with such purpose. It was the birth of the Independent Oglala
> Nation.
> Things went well for us that night, we accomplished our task without
> loss of life. Then, in the cold darkness as we waited for Dennis and
> Russ to bring in the caravan (or for the fight to start), I stood on the
> bank of the shallow ravine where our people had been murdered by
> Custers' 7th Cavalry. There I prayed for the defenseless ones, torn
> apart by Hotchkiss cannon and trampled under hooves of steel by drunken
> wasicu. I could feel the touch of their spirits as I eased quietly into
> the gully and stood silently, waiting for my future, touching my past.
> Finally, I bent over and picked a sprig of sage - whose ancestors in
> 1890 had been nourished by the blood of Red babies, ripped from their
> mothers dying grasp and bayonetted by the evil ones - As I washed myself
> with that sacred herb I became cold in my determination and cleansed of
> fear. I looked for Big Foot and YellowBird in the darkness and I said
> aloud ---
> "We are back my relations, we are home". Hoka-Hey
>
> Carter Camp-
> Ponca Nation AIM
FREE LEONARD PELTIER!!!NOW!!!
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