Macdonald Stainsby a écrit : > FROM: > NORTHWEST LEONARD PELTIER SUPPORT NETWORK > TACOMA OFFICE > P.O. Box 5464 > TACOMA, WA 98415-0464 > Voice Mail: (253) 593-9631 > E-Mail: [EMAIL PROTECTED] & [EMAIL PROTECTED] > > FOR HIROSHIMA AND NAGASAKI: SHALL WE NEVER FORGET > > THE LAST BATTLE; By Leonard Peltier > > As I stood in silence looking through the broken window of the wooded > shack in which was once my home, I could see the misty morning dew > as it laid in rest, not yet awaken by the coming of the Father Sun. Then > suddenly there came a formilizing sound that carried me back to my > early childhood. I heard the sound of someone crying. But after a few > moments I realized...it was only that of the wailing wind, weeping out as > if in great pain. Then as suddenly as it came it departed. Once again the > cold sound of silence fell upon me ...with it came back so many > memories. It was at that moment that I decided to vist the beautiful > Mother Earth, to seekout her comfort and love from this haunting feeling > of emptiness. > As I walked through the heart of this ancient reservation the gentle mist > seemed to reach out and cling to me like some violent spirit without > form. As I continued to walk I came across several hidden trails of > nature, but all looked to belong abandoned...leaving only the ugly for > memories, as if a reminder of that that once was. > Then there sitting upon a river bank, I could see an old Indian man, with > long silver shining hair, bound tightly in braids that reached the length of > his hips, aimlessly tossing pebbles to the muddywater...water that had > long changed its colors from the White Man's pollution...fish, turtles, and > even the playful tadpoles...so many of life's water creatures, once > depended upon for the survival of my people...laid lifeless with decay > upon the river's banks. > As I turned to the old man, I couldn't help but wonder who he was, for > over the years I had come to know all the Elders of our Nation.And then > as if my thoughts were spoken, he rose up to look into my eyes. As if > he had known I would come and had been waiting. As he stood > there...from the morning light I could see tears forming in his lifeless > eyes, and as I looked a little closer I could see that they were the > sacred tears of blood, cried through generations of sorrow by our people. > Then softly I heard him say...my son, I am a very old man of great age, > sorrow, pain in many visions, but most important of all I am the original > seed of life, handed down to our people by the Great Spirit. > I am the voice...of a thousand battles, who speaks with the wisdom and > direction from years of counseling with traditional Chiefs and our Elders. > I am the voice...for a Nation that seeks the beauty of freedom...freedom > through whatever means possible, from the rusty chains of bondage, > that has long imprisoned our people and those of all Indian Nations. > I am the voice...for the people that have struggled and cried for > hundreds of years, the bitter tears of blood, through death, starvation, > racialism and suffering under the vice of the White Man's greed. > I am the voice...for the people who demand that the White Man stop > destorying mankind, stop abusing our beautiful Mother Earth through > the use of nuclear arms and explosives. > I am the voice...to you my people of the great strength andpride, for we > can no longer survive off the White Man's pity. We must strike back and > fight...if we are to prevent the total annihilation of ourpeople, and all > nations. > I am the voice...that will carry with great love and pride your prayers > and cries to the Great Spirit for forgiveness for the violent crimes being > forced upon you the people to commit, in order to survive...with the > honor and pride that so many of our people have died for through > generations of battle. > Then suddenly as if Mother Eath had vailed him with her ravishing > beauty...he vanished, leaving only a handful of pebbles, as if a reminder > of the very ground at which he once roamed at some time or another. > As I continued upon my journey across the reservation a smile crept > upon my face, as I thought about the old Indian man ...raving on like > some madman about the destrution of Mother Earth. > I found no such destruction. As I shrugged my shoulders in doubt...for I > thought perhaps it was just hallucinating? With this thought in mind I > began to look around me, searching for life, amd more and more I > noticed several of the Great Spirit's creatures laying about motionless, > others staggering from deformity, quivering from pain under the slumber > of death. > Grievously sad and bewildered, I began to wonder what could have > possibly inflicted such a widespread destruction upon my four-legged > brothers...why?? And where are my beloved sisters the dear and the > antelope that once grazed in multitudes and roamed freely across the > vast plains? > As I continued to gaze about I began treambling vigorously...then I as if > in desperation, my eyes turned to the sky, searching for the beautiful > winged ones that once flew with enormous speed and grace...but they > too could not be found...for they also layed crippled, infected or > motionless under the summer heat of our now barren Mother Earth. > With extreme hate and vengeance, I looked once more upon this > horrifying sight...that had once been the beautiful Mother Earth, so > abounded with life and enormous beauty. While looking upon this > monstrous destruction created by the White Man's greed...I began to > smell the repelling odor of human flesh burning, so foul a scent that my > eyes began to burn, as my heart beat uncontrollably...violently fighting > to be free from all this death and destruction. > As the odor of death filled my lungs I started to run. As I approached > my village it appeared to be deserted, for I found only the mute sound > of silence. I could not hear the barking of dogs that never failed to watch > over our village, there came no sound of laughter from the children that > never failed to play under the warm Father Sun, or of their mothers that > would call out to them, I found only that of a dreadful silence...a cold > chill began to ran through me as the mighty fear of loneiness clinched > me within its powerful hands. > Overpowered by panic...I forced myself to ran to the very first Indian > house that was near. After entering a few feet I froze...for there before > me were the mulilated bodies of my people, men, women, and children > layed on the floor, masked by the face of an agonizing death. As if > shackled to the very pit of pain, I began to scream as tears rolled down > my cheeks. And when I came upon the last house in my village, I found > the same as the first, twisted bodies deformed beyond recognition. > Lost and alone, I walked as if in a trance to the center of the village. > Then I heard a terrifying explosion that deafened my ears and rapidly > vibated my entire body. As I looked up into the sky I saw a flash of light, > so bright it became blinding to my naked eyes...with extreme pain I > continued to watch as an enormous mushroom formed. > Not able to look any longer I turned my eyes upon the ground, and > cast from my shadow came the mirrored reflection of the old Indian... > weeping and wailing bitter tears of sorrow over our people. > Blistered and weak I fell to my knees...and there upon the ground was > a pool of blood...the old man's weeping tears. > > NWLPSN FALL 2000, CLEMENCY MOBILIZATION STATEMENT > > Whereas: Leonard Peltier was originally convicted of aiding and abetting > murder of two FBI agents on the Pine Ridge Oglala Lakota Reservation, > but formerly withheld documents supporting Peltier's innocence later > forced the prosecution to admit that they could not prove who actually > killed the agents, and despite this lack of evidence, Peltier has remained > in prison for 24 years, and > > Whereas: The trial of Leonard's co-defendants resulted in a not guilty > verdict based upon the right of self-defense, and > > Whereas: There is disturbing evidence of FBI misconduct in this case, > that falsified affidavits were used to extradite Peltier from Canada, that > ballistics tests were falsified and young witnesses were intimidated, that > even the U.S. Attorney has admitted no one knows who pulled the > trigger that killed the two FBI agents, and > > Whereas: The case of Leonard Peltier came about because of a long > conflict on the Pine Ridge Oglala Lakota Reservation that resulted in the > suffering of many people, and > > Whereas: Peltier, a Native American activist, has been a model prisoner > for over 24 years, with no record of violence and has contributed to many > humanitarian efforts from prison, and that the seriousness of his > deteriorating health could result in stroke, heart disease and kidney > failure if not properly treated soon, and that his Parole Board recently > denied his request for parole and his next hearing is not scheduled until > the year 2008, > > Therefore be it Resolved. That the NORTHWEST LEONARD PELTIER > SUPPORT NETWORK is organizing a campaign for the Fall of 2000 to > encourage President, William Jefferson Clinton to grant Leonard Peltier > Executive Clemency in the spirit of reconciliation. Please call the White > House Comments Line (202) 456-1111. We ask all people to join with us > in this campaign. > > NWLPSN FALL CAMPAIGN: > > 1. SEPTEMBER 9, 2000, SEATTLE LEONARD PELTIER CLEMENCY > MARCH AND RALLY: March starting point, noon, First and Yesler > (Chief Sealth Statue), Rally Steinbreuck Park. > > 2. SEPTEMBER 23, 2000, OLYMPIA LEONARD PELTIER > CLEMENCY MARCH AND RALLY: march starting point, noon, > Sylvester Park (Legion Way & Capital Blvd). > > 3. OCTOBER 8, 2000, 6TH ANNUAL INTERNATIONAL INDIGENOUS > PEOPLE'S DAY: JUSTICE FOR LEONARD PELTIER AND THE FIRST > NATIONS, MARCH AND RALLY AT THE U.S./CANADIAN BORDER > (Blaine, WA), march starting point, noon, Blaine Park (corner of Blaine > & Alder), rally at Peace Arch Park. Donations are greatly needed, > please send them to: NWLPSN--Olympia Office, P.O. Box 4398, > Tumwater, WA 98501. > > Signed > > Susan Morales, NWLPSN Co-Coordinator > Robert Free, NWLPSN, Co-Coordinator > Arthur J. Miller, NWLPSN, Co-Coordinator > Steve Hapy, Jr, NWLPSN, Security Coordinator > Carol Reed, NWLPSN Secretary-Treasurer > > NWLPSN Advisors And Organizers > Harold Belmont > Peter Bohmer > Tiokasin Veaux > Tyree Scott > Juan Jose Bocanegra > John Parsak > K.L. Shannon > Jim Page > Jim McMahan > Dylan Magon Floyd-Miller > Tim McHugh > > _______ > > Macdonald Stainsby. > > Rad-Green List: Radical anti- capitalist environmental discussion. > > http://www.egroups.com/group/rad-green > > [EMAIL PROTECTED] > ---------- > http://www.geocities.com/leninist_international/ _______________________________________________ Marxist-Leninist-List mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] To change your options or unsubscribe go to: http://lists.wwpublish.com/mailman/listinfo/marxist-leninist-list
