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    .. thus proving the statements in the film about acting like human beings.

    It is never good but somehow motivational to be witness to what we are dealing with.
    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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    http://www.counterpunch.org/

    April 23 - 25, 2010
    Indian Country, the FBI and the Death of Anna Mae Aquash

    The Unquiet Grave

    By STEVE HENDRICKS
    As the FBI told the story, it happened like this.
    On February 24, at a quarter to three in the afternoon, a rancher on that part of the South Dakota steppe that crumbles into the Badlands was looking for a place to run a fence line when he turned a bend in a gully and found, curled on its left side, clothed in a maroon jacket and blue jeans, and looking for all the world like someone sleeping in perfect peace, a corpse. Its place of rest was the bottom of an embankment not fifty steps from the main artery in those parts, Highway 73, but hidden from the road by the embankment. The nearest settlement lay ten miles to the southwest, a smattering of chipboard federal houses called Wanblee; a few miles to the north, the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, on which the corpse rested, petered out into one of continental Americas emptier expanses. The body lay, if not in the precise middle of nowhere, hard on the edge of it.

    Roger Amiotte did not approach the body. He returned to his truck, drove the mile back to his house, and called the Bureau of Indian Affairs police in Kyle, a slightly more sizeable outpost past Wanblee. The police had an officer at his place in twenty minutes. The officer was followed by deputy sheriffs from Kadoka, the county seat, then by two BIA investigators and a special agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from the town of Pine Ridge, the reservation capital ninety miles off. A search of the scene showed no sign of crime: no violence to the body, no bullet casings or gunpowder, no scuff marks in the scrub, nothing so much as a footprint. A few tufts of dark hair clung to the face of the blond embankment, suggesting the unfortunate had fallen over it.

    When they were hauling the body off, Amiotte would later say, one of the cops saidI thought it was pretty tactlesshe said, Well, I guess there must not have been a rape involved, her pants are still on. Her pants. That was my first clue she was a woman. I didnt get too close, and you couldnt tell one way or the other from a distance. She had no identification on her.

    As the sun fell, Jane Doe was loaded into an ambulance and driven to the Indian Health Service hospital in Pine Ridge, where next afternoon an autopsy was performed. The pathologist judged her an Indian of twenty to twenty-five years, five feet two inches, 110 pounds, and light complexion, though dehydration and exposure had darkened her. She had borne a child or children and had surrendered a gallbladder to a surgeon and, nearer to death, had had sexual intercourse of a voluntary nature. She had died, the
    pathologist eventually saidthe precise moment of his saying so is a matter of some importance and uncertaintyof frostbite and had lain in the elements for seven to ten days. Her decay was so severe that her fingerprints could not be taken at the hospital, so the FBI asked that her hands be chopped off and forwarded to its laboratory in Washington. The doctor amputated them, and they were sent east. While the lab worked, the authorities on Pine Ridge tried to identify the woman, but none of their leads proved fruitful. Her decomposition worsening, she was moved to a mortuary, but the body proved too far gone to preserve. On March 2, 1976, a week after her discovery, Jane Doe was given a Catholic service and a paupers burial in an unmarked grave by order of the BIA police.

    The next afternoon, the FBI Identification Division in Washington called the FBI field office in Rapid City, which oversaw operations on Pine Ridge. It was Ash Wednesday, the day on which believers since the Middle Ages have darkened their foreheads to remind themselves of the approach of Judgment Day. Washington told Rapid City that the lab had lifted prints from the womans severed hands and the ID Division had matched them to Anna Mae Aquash, a federal fugitive and luminary in the American Indian Movement. It took two days to find her family in the Canadian MaritimesAquash was a Mikmaq tribeswoman, a Nova Scotian by birthat which point the press was also notified.

    That was the FBIs story.

    Neither the family of Anna Mae Aquash nor her colleagues in AIM believed she had died of exposure. The Aquash they knew was too smart to have taken an underdressed stroll in the prairie winter, and even if she had, she was too strong a backpacker and too shrewd an improviser to have succumbed to the cold. And she nevernevertraveled alone on Pine Ridge, which was then in a state of anarchy just shy of civil war. Her friends and family thought her as likely to have died of exposurealone, on Pine Ridgeas of a paper cut. They wanted her body unearthed and a second autopsy performed, but the government, aware of these sentiments, beat them to it. On March 9, six days after Aquash was identified, the FBI asked for and a federal judge ordered a post-postmortem. Two days later a backhoe was sent to Holy Rosary Cemetery, outside the tumbledown town of Pine Ridge, and the grave dug up.

    Candy Hamilton, a friend of Aquashs, stood vigil. Years later she said, After I got there, Dave Price and Bill Wood and Gary Adams showed up. They were about the worst of the FBI agents on the reservation, though they did sort of keep their distance from me that morning. I had always sworn no matter what they did, they were never gonna see me cry, but Id already gotten started before they got there. I heard one of them say, Well, shes crying. It wasnt a sympathetic tone. They were making jokes and laughing.

    Special Agent Wood eventually introduced himself to Hamilton, who said she knew who he was. He asked if she had information about how Aquash had died, and she told him to go to hell.

    In half an hour, the pine vault holding Aquash was lifted from the ground, loaded onto a flatbed truck, and driven to the hospital. There waited Dr. Garry Peterson, deputy medical examiner for greater Minneapolis. Peterson had been hastily retained by the Wounded Knee Legal Defense/Offense Committee, AIMs legal arm, to observe the governments re-autopsy. At the hospital, however, FBI agents told Dr. Peterson their doctor was not coming. They did not say why. They said only that if a second necropsy were to be had, Peterson would have to do it. Peterson had brought none of his tools, and the hospital was ill equipped. (The original autopsy on Aquash, like all Pine Ridge autopsies, was the work of a pathologist who came from off the reservation, kit in tow.) Peterson asked the staff to gather what equipment they could and sent Special Agent Price to Sioux Nation, the general store in Pine Ridge, to fetch a butcher knife. A clutch of Aquashs friends, women chiefly, marked time outside the autopsy room.

    I thought, Oh shoot, these agents are having it much too easy today because were all so upset, Candy Hamilton recalled. So I started quarreling with Wood. I said, Her familys coming and we want her jewelry and personal items to give to them.

    He said, Well, thats all evidence now, you cant have any of that.
    I said, Thats not evidenceyou couldnt even identify her by em. We want it. He just sneered and walked out.

    Hamilton is a compressed woman with a voice metered in the Cumberlands and a chin that comes at you like a shovel. She was one of many white do-gooders who came to Pine Ridge in the 1970s for the cause of Indian rights and one of the few who stayed after the moment expired.

    Well, Wood came back in and was way across the room from me, and he said, Candy, you want something of Annie Maes? Hereand he threw a box across the room at metake her hands. I caught it, and all the women turned and looked and said, Whats that? And I said, He says its her hands. You could hear them rattling in there. Everybody was horrified.

    They hadnt started the autopsy yet, so I went in the room where Peterson was. They still had her all covered up. I told him, Its really important for her to have all her body together. Could you put these in with her or put them back on her or something? And he did, he sewed them back on at the end of the autopsy.

    When Dr. Petersons tools were at last assembled, he unsealed the pine vault and with the help of Agents Wood and Adams removed the cloth-covered coffin inside. The coffin was opened and the body, wrapped in plastic and cloth, was extracted and unwrapped. It was coated in a disinfectant of such pungency that Agent Adams had to excuse himself and revisit his breakfast.

    No sooner had Peterson brushed the disinfectant from Aquash than he noticed a lump in her left temple, just above the eye. It looked and felt like a bullet. He suspended his examination while a radiologist took the body for X rays, which confirmed that the lump was a metal object the size and shape of a slug. The body was returned to Peterson, and in seconds he found a hole at the base of the skull. It was surrounded by a circle of dried blood and gunpowder two inches in diameter.

    You could not believe it, he would later say. I mean, the hole was so plain in the back of her neck. And in the front you could feel the lump. You could see the bullet from across the street.

    Even before he opened her skull, Dr. Peterson concluded that Anna Mae Aquash had died of a different kind of exposureas it turned out, exposure to a .32-caliber, copper-jacketed bullet.
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    It fell to Norman Zigrossi to explain how the government had missed a bullet in the head of a corpse and failed to recognize in her a fugitive whom federal officers had not only arrested more than once but were also searching for at the time her body was found. Zigrossi was the assistant special agent in charge of the FBIs Rapid City resident agency, which meant he ran the office. A sad-eyed man of languid posture but fleet speech, he would soon become infamous in Indian Country for saying of its occupants, Theyre a conquered nation, and when youre conquered, the people youre conquered by dictate your future. He called his agents, not inaccurately, a colonial police force. Zigrossi saw no mischief in the first autopsy. He said a small-caliber head wound could cause almost no bleeding and could be nearly undetectable once a body had begun to decompose. In proof thereof, he said that no onenone of the paramedics or nurses or doctors or lawmenwho had seen the body had detected the least sign of injury. As for the FBIs not recognizing Aquash, no agents had been at the autopsy, and the lone agent who saw Aquash at Amiottes ranch did not identify her for the good reason that he had never seen a picture of her. The newspapers of western Dakota, in the manner of the provincial press everywhere, printed Zigrossis claims without corroboration and returned to alfalfa futures and the openings of used-car dealership.
    A few less tractable observers, all from beyond Dakota, nosed further.

    Freelancer Kevin McKiernan, whose reporting on Pine Ridge remains a gift to history, found a nurse by the name of Inez Hodges who had been on duty the night Aquash was brought to the hospital. Hodges had seen the Jane Doe in the morgue and instantly noticed an odd and obvious mark on the womans eye socket: the lodged bullet, although she did not diagnose it as such. She also saw a swath of blood on the white plastic sheet beneath the womans head. Its plain source was a raised crater at the base of the skull. Hodges showed her findings to a co-worker, whose name the FBI knows but to this day will not release. (To do so, says the FBI, would violate the witnesss privacy.)

    Kevin McKiernan also found Dr. Stephen Shanker, who had pronounced Aquash dead on arrival. Shanker was just out of medical school, and his experience in matters postmortem was elementary. Nonetheless, in the first moments of his exam, he noticed that the hair on the back of Aquashs head was matted with blood. He put his hand there and got a palmful of it, apparently freshly thawed. A moments probing brought him to the bullet hole. His analysis was unequivocalshe hadnt died of natural causes; it looked like a police matterand he assumed the autopsy the next day would analyze the wound more extensively. Both Shanker and Hodges said they were stunned by the exposure ruling and that after the bullet was finally found they expected authorities to interview them about what they had seen. The authorities did notat least not until a public outcry was raised months later.

    McKiernan and other reporters also spoke with Dr. W. O. Brown, the resident pathologist at West Nebraska General Hospital in Scottsbluff and the contract coroner for the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Two or three dozen times a year, Dr. Brown flew his private plane to Pine Ridge to look over corpses (or, perhaps, to overlook them). Of his work on Aquash, he was unrepentant. A little bullet isnt hard to overlook, he said. It certainly isnt the first time a bullet was overlooked. And, Why all the interest in this case? It seems awfully routine, you know. So they found an Indian bodyso a body was found. And, I suppose the Indians will never let that woman die. AIMs trying to stir up all the trouble they can. Its a matter of record that Indians use every little incident that they can to create a situation over. They distort facts and use it to their advantage to further their cause. But Ive tried to remain neutral. I dont think Im prejudiced.

    The day after Dr. Peterson found the bullet, Dr. Brown was sure of this much: he had missed it only because the hospitals X-ray machine had been broken. But he soon reversed course: the machine had been in fine fettle and he had merely chosen not to use it because X-rays were too time-consuming, too awkward, and at times unsuccessful. And anyway, since its fairly common for Indians like these to die of an overdose, why bother X-raying them? (His tests showed that Aquashs blood was free of drugs or alcohol.) When other excuses failed him, he said he had cut short his exam because the body was stinky and decomposedconditions one might have thought were routine in his work. But from his verdict he did not swerve. It was the frost that had taken Anna Mae Aquash, not the bullet. The bullet, he said, may have pierced the brain casing, but not the brain proper. If it had entered the casing, it might have started a chain of events that incapacitated Aquash and left her at the mercy of the cold, but the shot did not kill her.

    Over the years, the claims of lawmen would shift: we werent at the autopsy became we were standing outside the door, which became we were inside the autopsy room but only before and after the autopsy, which became we may have been inside during the autopsy itself.
    As at the autopsy, so at the crime scene. Zigrossi said only one FBI agent (eventually named as Donald Dealing) had gone to Roger Amiottes ranch, but witnesses counted four agents, including Price and Wood.

    When we asked Price whether he was at the crime scene, WKLDOCs Ken Tilsen said, his first thing was, I wasnt assigned to her.
    Okay. Were you there?
    I wasnt working that day.
    That wasnt the question. Were you there?
    I dont remember.
    * * *
    The agents who sent Aquashs hands to Washington were working in a long tradition. In four of the New Worlds five centuries, frontier capitals had paid bounties for Native body parts in proof that their owners had been exterminated. As a macabre byproduct, scalps and hands, ears and genitals became trophies in the saloons and on the saddle horns of the Americas. Even in 1976, when Aquash was dismembered, the museums of civilized North America displayed the skeletons and mummified heads of tribal eldersgrandparents and great-grandparents of those still living.

    The FBI agents who had Aquashs hands severed could not have known they were continuing a ritual that would make a martyr of Aquash, that songs would be sung about her and ceremonies held in her honor and newborns named for her decades after their deed. Agents did, however, know to be bashful about their handiwork. Early press releases said Aquashs fingerprints had been sent to Washington but neglected to say her fingers had gone with them. When the particulars were outed, the FBI described amputation as a standard practice for identification in many jurisdictions, but it could point to no such jurisdiction in North America. Over the years the FBI refused to say whether its agents had considered other, less gruesome, means of identification, only that it was impossible to obtain fingerprints on Pine Ridge.

    The claim did not sit right with Garry Peterson. All fingers, he wrote in his autopsy report, show distinct fingerprint ridges although the finger pads appear somewhat wrinkled. Dr. Peterson said afterward that anyone trained in taking printsthat is, any FBI agent or BIA officershould have been able to print the digits. Had better results been wanted, the agents could have asked Dr. Brown to inject fluid beneath the dehydrated fingertips. If all else had failed, Brown could have severed only the fingertips (as the FBI lab eventually did), putting each tip in the corresponding finger of a latex glove and sending those to Washington. There was no justification for taking the entire hands.

    One question, Ken Tilsen later said, that the FBI could never answer about cutting off her hands was, why not wait? Tilsen in latter years was a man of bare pate and bad angina but still, as he had been in the 1970s, an adherent of the querulous detail, which he piled one atop the next with compounding weight. He carried himself accordingly, chest forward, like a stevedore or beauty queen, but the aggressive effect was tempered by a wrinkled, deliberate voice conveying lawyerly gravitas. Even if the FBI thought they had to cut off her hands, basic decency requires that you wait more than a day to see if other people might recognize her, particularly since Pine Ridge was and is a small place where everybody knows everybody. They didnt even pause before taking that drastic step. When I asked experts about the motivation for this, what they told me was that the primary result of removing her hands and sending them to the labrather than taking the fingerprints at the hospitalwas to increase the length of time it took to identify her. And indeed, once during Aquashs life, the FBI had identified her in a mere twenty-four hours from prints lifted off her in the field. Shipping the hands added several extra days to the process of identifying her.

    Tilsen continued, Now, why would they want to delay the identification? I have always suspected it was because the FBI was afraid of what they would find if they dug into this case. They knew this was Anna Mae Aquash, and they were afraid that some of their peoplenot necessarily FBI agents, I have never believed even David Price was capable of pulling the trigger, but their allies, their friendswere involved, and they didnt want to find out. They wanted the trail to go cold. Any of the agents who saw Anna Mae should have been able to identify her. They had her photograph and they had a description of her. She was a fugitiveand not just any fugitive. They believed she had information about the killing of two FBI agents on Pine Ridge in 1975, to the investigation of which the FBI had devoted every imaginable resource, and they believed she had been traveling with some of the alleged killers. Moreover, before she disappeared, she was scheduled to appear in court. But the day before her trial, she jumps bond and walks out of the same hotel where the FBI was staying. David Price was, I think, staying in that very hotel. She literally walked out from under their noses. After that, they had to be hunting all over for her. A few months later, a woman shows up dead on the same reservation where Anna Mae lived. The body is in the middle of nowhere. It is inconceivable that this woman just wandered off on a drunk and died of exposure, miles from the nearest bar or for that matter any human habitation. The agents look her over. Shes an Indian of attractive build. Shes about the right age, about the right height, right weight.

    Shes wearing the very distinctive jewelry she always wore. Only a few of the FBIs important fugitives are women, fewer still are Indian women, and fewer still are Indian women from Pine Ridge. Yet the FBI wants us to believe that not one of those agents at the scene or the hospital thinks, Hmmm, I wonder if this is our fugitive? For any of these agents, that is virtually impossible to believe. For David Price it is absolutely impossible.
    It was absolutely impossible because Price knew Aquash. Less than a year before she turned up dead, he had questioned her about a murder.

    Several months after that, he had arrested her in a raid, by some accounts recognizing her on sight. He had almost certainly lied about being at Amiottes, and he had lied about or obscured his proximity to the first autopsy, at which he had photographed her face. At the time he took those pictures, he had been in possession of pictures of the living Aquash. And although he would later swear he was not looking for her, internal FBI documents would eventually prove that just days before her body was found, he was helping to coordinate the hunt for her. And then there is the story that Aquash told her peers, which was that in the last months of her life Agent Price had given Aquash a choice: cooperate with the FBI, or he would see her dead before the year was out. She had told him to go fuck himself.
    * * *
    To believe the FBIs claim that its agents did not recognize Aquash was to believe its claim that she was thoroughly decayed. That she was decayed was not in question. How badly decayed was.

    Her face was pure black with exposure and dehydration, David Price once said, and she had no eyes! You try to identify a girl youve only seen twice in your life and [identified] the second time only because she identified herself! The FBIs press officers have said the same thing through the decades, if with less spirit. Prices claim is supported by a BIA policeman who knew Aquash slightly and said he did not recognize her when he saw her in the morgue.

    But other witnesses have said differently. Dr. Peterson, while cautioning that it is harder to identify a rotted corpse than most people think, said Aquashs condition wasnt bad, even after burial and exhumation. The workers at the hospital who saw Aquash before the first autopsy were more adamant: Jane Doe could have been identified by anyone who knew her. Journalist Kevin McKiernan said that pictures from the second autopsy showed facial features that appeared identifiable but also that someone who did not know Aquash well might have needed leadingsay, with lineup photosto identify her. Ken Tilsen said no one who knew Aquash failed to recognize her from the second-autopsy pictures. And Candy Hamilton said Aquash was totally recognizable in the pictures.

    The FBI could make the question moot by releasing its photos from the two autopsies. It will not. To do so, say Aquashs dismemberers, would violate norms of decency. The FBI does, however, say that its agents showed the pictures to people on the reservation and that this is proof that agents were trying to identify Jane Doe. But the FBI will not say to whom it showed the pictures, and the only person known to have seen them is one Myrtle Poor Bear. In Poor Bears story, Agents Price and Wood showed her the pictures as a threat. They said Aquash had been blackened by fire, not frostbite, and that if Poor Bear did not agree to lie under oath that she had seen AIMs Leonard Peltier kill the two FBI agents in 1975, Poor Bear would end up like Aquash. Poor Bear perjured herself.

    Price and Wood said Poor Bears claim of having been threatened was a lie. The irony of their saying so about a witness who said they made her commit perjury was apparently lost on them. Whatever the truth of Poor Bears story, the FBI has never explained why its agents were showing pictures of someone whose face was rotten beyond recognizing. If Aquash was, as the FBI claimed, beyond identifying, what good did it do to show the pictures? Surely the mere fact of showing them (if true) proves she was at least potentially identifiable.

    The other thing they say about their great efforts to identify her, Candy Hamilton said, is they put out a flyer about this unidentified woman. But no one ever saw it. After we found out it was Annie Mae, I dug around on the bulletin board at Sioux Nation and finally found one sign buried under a whole bunch of other stuff. Thats the only one I ever saw or heard of. It had the wrong age, wrong sizefive-six or something. And she was teeny. I mean, Im five-four, and I felt like I towered over her.

    The flyer does not survive, but the BIA memo on which it was based does. It says Dr. Brown measured the body at five feet two inches and 110 pounds. How Aquash grew to five feet six or so in the flyer is a mystery. (When Brown released his autopsy report two weeks later, Aquash mutated again: five feet four and 105.) Hamilton said the flyer mentioned none of Aquashs identifying traitsher gallbladder scar, her partial dental plate, her childbearing, her jewelrythough all were noted in Browns autopsy. The jewelry, her friends have said, would have given her away in an instant. Three decades later Roger Amiotte still remembered her big butterfly bracelet with great big wings of silver and a body of turquoisestuck out about yay, wider than my wrist. It was unique. The FBI thought the bracelet unusual enough to show a local jeweler (who knew neither its owner nor its maker), but the agents did not show it to the public.

    After several days in the hospital morgue, Aquashs corpse was sent to a mortuary just over the state line in Nebraska. But the mortuary, according to BIA police chief Sayers, told us they couldnt keep it in the state it was, so Sayers ordered the body buried. Yet mortician Tom Chamberlain told another story: the body, he agreed, was beyond embalming, but it was not bad off, certainly not beyond keeping. He had coated it with disinfectant and put it in his unheated garage, where he was certain it could have stayed a week or more in the cold weatheronly, Sayers had called him a day or so after the bodys arrival and insisted it be buried. Chamberlain said he had asked just how Sayers intended to do that when the corpse had not been identified and had neither a death certificate nor a burial permit attached to it. Sayers did not have an immediate answer.
    Darnedest thing I ever saw, Chamberlain said. Been doing this for over fifty years and havent run into a case like this yet.

    A friend of Aquashs who had other funereal business visited Chamberlains at this time and overheard Chamberlain on the phone saying he wouldnt bury an unidentified body without approval from the state licensing office. The friend, Gladys Bissonette, offered to look at the Jane Doe, but Chamberlain told her he had been ordered to let only authorized people see the body. Another friend of Aquashs, Lou Beane, said she visited Chamberlains and heard him say he had a corpse out back with a bullet in its head. The undertaker denied Bissonettes claims; he was not asked about Beanes before his own undertaking.

    In the end, Chief Sayers prevailed on a priest at Holy Rosary Mission to bury the woman. No burial certificate ever surfaced, and neither church nor funeral parlor kept their usual records for processing a body. The priest at Holy Rosary later explained that he had buried the woman without the required paperwork because last rites were a sacrament he had to give all comers.

    Toward the burial the FBI took an attitude similar to its attitude toward the first autopsy: it knew nothing of the BIAs work. Only after the deed was done, Agent Wood swore in court, did the FBI learn Aquash had been buried. But again there is evidence to the contrary. Inmates from the Pine Ridge jail who buried Aquash on March 2 also exhumed her on March 11.

    They said the same men in suits attended both affairs. Candy Hamilton said the only suits at the March 11 exhumation were on FBI agents. Ergo the FBI seems to have attended the March 2 burial. Then, too, a report from Agent Wood said that on March 2, BIA officer Merrick told him the body was being buried at Holy Rosary Cemetery on March 2, 1976. Was being buried, meaning at that moment being buried or soon to be buried, was rather different from what Wood told the court: Aquash had been buried by the time he learned about it.
    * * *
    The first time a director of the FBI spoke publicly about the Aquash case was in May 1976, three months after the body had been found and, more important, days after page-one exposs ran in the Washington Star and Minneapolis Tribune. Clarence Kelleys FBI ordered an investigation whose objectivity may be measured by the fact that Agent Wood was one of the investigators. Between the FBIs investigation and the press reports, Kelly knew that witnesses had seen four FBI agents at the crime scene, that hospital staff had seen the bullet wound, and that mortician Tom Chamberlain had said Aquash did not need to be buried immediately. But when Kelley spoke to the public, he said that only one agent had been at the scene, that no one there or at the hospital had seen any sign of violence, and that Chamberlain had declared the body needed to be buried. Kelley also knew the entrance wound had been obvious, but he implied it was not by calling it small. He knew the lodged bullet had been visible to the naked eye, but he implied the opposite by saying it had settled behind Aquashs eye socket. He knew Dr. Peterson had diagnosed the bullet wound in a few seconds, but he implied the opposite by saying Peterson made his diagnosis only after X rays were taken. The FBI has reiterated Kelleys falsehoods, with only the smallest of changes, ever since. When the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights asked the Justice Department to investigate, the department at first ignored the query, then said, via letter by Assistant Attorney General Richard Thornburgh (later attorney general under Reagan and the elder Bush), that Justice had already made an investigation and it was thorough, but that the results could not be shared. From time to time, members of Congress were asked by constituents about FBI wrongdoing in the case, and the legislators would ask the FBI for explanations. The standard reply from the FBI read, We believe the allegations . . . lack the specificity necessary for an investigation. Accordingly, no action on our part is warranted.
    Congress accepted the answer and moved on. But Indian Country has never moved on.

    This article is excerpted The Unquiet Grave: The FBI and the Struggle for the Soul of Indian Country

    Steve Hendricks is the author of The Unquiet Grave: The FBI and the Struggle for the Soul of Indian Country and the soon-to-be-published A Kidnapping in Milan: the CIA on Trial. He can be reached through his SteveHendricks.org.
    Last edited by Keith Millea; 04-23-2010 at 05:08 PM.
    "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
    Buckminster Fuller

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    Thank you, my friend, for this important post; it almost deserves its own thread. I haven't yet finished reading it all, it is that disturbing. It seems to be yet another brutal tale of the continued traumatization, fetisih-ization, abuse, social and physical degradation of the Native American peoples. It just underlines that thing I must do which is to find a functional DVD player so I can fast-forward to a certain moment in a certain film and memorize the Lakotan phraseology used by the captive u?gmnitu T?a?ka Ob'wa?hi ...

    my mind comes up with something that sounds like wah-peech-nee-ay-a-lo --

    so that I can use it again and again in this world.
    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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    Ed,
    After I posted it here,I thought it might be better to give it it's own thread also.It ties in with the Leonard Peltier story though.This murder is also depicted in the film "Thunderheart" with Val Kilmer.
    "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
    Buckminster Fuller

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    OK,I think Anna Mae Aquash should have her own thread. :shakehands:
    "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
    Buckminster Fuller

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    I surely appreciate the tie-in, and the issue of thread, forum and server space management belongs with management, but what struck me was what appeared to be a cover-up after a cover-up. We have the concept of boosting or jump-starting the propaganda, bouncing or trampolining the propaganda, etc. But to beat the non-public investigators to the punch by digging up the handless body buried in a nameless grave and submitting it to an autopsy (which is, as we know, essentially destructive of evidence no matter what the findings and process) was a little much. Sometimes the cover-up becomes a crime in and of itself, and sometimes it is so outrageous... well, here it has already generated articles and books. At the rate we are going, we are going to have to do some fund-raising for a Deep Politics library and archival system that would be worthy of a major building, campus and site.

    Anyway, whatever you do, thanks for doing it. :beer:
    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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    Dan Battaglia and Preston Randolph, Truthout:

    "The Eighth Amendment in the US Constitution prohibits, among other things, cruel and unusual punishment of prisoners. This prohibition is the grounds for a lawsuit filed by federal inmate #89637-132, Leonard Peltier, who is considered by many worldwide to be a political prisoner. In 1977, Peltier was sentenced to two consecutive life terms for the deaths of two FBI agents on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota and remains incarcerated to this day, despite the fact that all evidence in his conviction has been debunked and proven fabricated."

    Read the Article
    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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    From fifteen months ago, I reiterate:

    Leonard Peltier will die in prison because the war being waged by the United States of America against the tribal peoples of this continent is a spiritual war -- ancient, Manichean, pitiless.

    To release my brother Leonard is to admit to the lie.

    The lie upon which this abomination has been erected.

    Until we confront this reality, all the parole hearings from here to eternity will not free his body.

    His great soul, however, soars as an eagle soars.

    Hoka Hey!

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    Default Leonard Peltier, Torture and the Law in Amerika

    14 July 2011
    Updated: 18 Jul 2011 at 6:28 a.m. (Central)

    On June 27, the 66-year-old Leonard Peltier was thrown in "The Hole" at USP-Lewisburg where he purportedly will stay for the next six months. According to what is currently known, Leonard's cell was searched that day. A guard allegedly was shocked by a wire(s) in the cell, placed there a long while ago by one of Leonard's former cellmates. The guard claimed "assault" (apparently he didn't know better than to touch an electrical wire). Leonard wasn't present during the search, having already been removed to "The Hole".

    Click on the below images to read the official Incident Report. Please note that the prison failed to detect the money sent to Leonard by a supporter and now blames Leonard for being in possession of the 20£ note. Also please note the placement of the wires in the cell as described by the guard. Leonard does not sleep on the top bunk and while the guard indicates that Leonard currently does not have a cellmate, it is also true that Leonard has had a cellmate in that particular cell from time to time.


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    Attention Supporters: For information on what you can and cannot send to Leonard Peltier, click here.
    The BOP's disciplinary procedures do not allow for legal representation for an accused prisoner. A prisoner is tried, convicted, and sentenced without due process. Prison authorities claim that thorough, professional investigations are conducted in such instances, but the cards are stacked against a prisoner when a guard is involved because the statement of a guard is always given more weight.

    Further, the culture inside is one of collective or group punishment. Every prisoner, that is, is deemed responsible for the actions of another prisoner.

    Leonard is no stranger to "The Hole." In the 1980s, at USP-Marion, Leonard and others protested their ill treatment by prison authorities, including infringement of Native prisoners' religious rights. This led to the infamous lock down of the prison that persists to this day. Sadly, Marion has become a model within the federal prison system despite these conditions being widely considered inhumane: life in a six by eight foot cell for 23 to 24 hours a day and no human contact allowed. Leonard served 18 months in "The Hole" at Marion and was often severely beaten. The isolation alone was torture. Leonard wrote his name on the cell floor during those dark days so that when the cell door was opened and a shaft of light filled the cell, he could read what he had written and remember who he was.

    Leonard was imprisoned at USP-Leavenworth when a riot occurred there on July 5, 1992. A race-related incident, Leonard and other Indigenous prisoners were trapped in the auditorium where the riot occurred. At Leonard's direction, the Indigenous prisoners gathered together away from the melee and didn't participate in the resulting violence. He was thrown in "The Hole," then too--falsely accused of having participated in and perhaps instigating the riot.

    Friends and supporters, in the spirit of the promise of justice for all, we must liberate Leonard Peltier. Call the BOP to protest the prison’s actions against Peltier. Please send e-mails, write letters and call BOP every single day. Solitary confinement is torture. Tell the BOP that the world is watching and we’re horrified by its inhumane treatment of prisoners, in general, and Leonard Peltier, in particular.

    Make reference to Leonard Peltier #89637-132 and contact:

    Dr. Thomas Kane, Acting Director
    Federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP)


    E-Mail:
    info@bop.gov
    Phone:
    (202) 307-3250 (Director)
    (202) 307-3198 (Switchboard)
    Fax:
    (202) 514-6620
    Address:
    320 1st Street, NW
    Washington, DC 20534
    If calling from outside the United States, dial first the International Area Code + 1 (US country code).

    Communicate the same message to the director for the BOP's Northeast Region, Joe Norwood. Again, reference Leonard Peltier #89637-132, a prisoner at USP-Lewisburg.

    Northeast Regional Office
    Federal Bureau of Prisons
    2nd & Chesnut Streets, 7th Floor
    Philadelphia, PA 19106
    Phone: 215-521-7301
    E-mail: NERO/EXECASSISTANT@BOP.GOV
    The White House

    Demand that Leonard Peltier be freed. The injustice to which this man has been subjected for over 35 years must end! Flood the White House with letters, e-mails, faxes, and telephone calls:

    President Barack H. Obama

    The White House

    1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

    Washington, DC 20500

    Phone Numbers - If calling from outside the United States, dial first the International Area Code + 1 (US country code)


    Comment Line: (202) 456-1111
    Switchboard: (202) 456-1414 (Ask to be connected with the Comment Line)
    Fax: (202) 456-2461
    E-Mail: http://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/
    To send a telegram:

    President Barack Obama
    The White House
    1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW
    Washington, DC 20500
    EE.UU.
    Members of Congress

    In the coming weeks, contact your Members of Congress. Urge them to investigate the BOP's current actions, as well as the entire Peltier case and the events that took place on the Pine Ridge reservation in the 1970s. A congressional investigation is long overdue. Demand that Congress take action on Leonard's behalf.

    Don't take "no" for an answer. Don't let your Members of Congress fall back on the position that Leonard isn't his/her constituent. Members of Congress take an oath to protect and defend the Constitution and the rights of ALL. That includes Leonard Peltier.

    We encourage you to contact your legislators at both their local offices and their offices in Washington, DC. Contact information for local offices can be located on members' web sites, accessible through the below House and Senate portals.

    U.S. House of Representatives

    U.S. Senate

    Thank you for all you do on Mr. Peltier's behalf.

    http://www.whoisleonardpeltier.info/alert.htm


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    01 Aug 2011 A federal judge on Monday rejected arguments that the CIA should be held in contempt for destroying videotapes allegedly showing the torture of detainees during interrogations. The ruling by Judge Alvin K. Hellerstein of the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York came in a motion by the American Civil Liberties Union that the intelligence agency be held in contempt. Although he ruled against the ACLU motion, the judge applauded the efforts of the ACLU's legal team for prompting the disclosure of thousands of documents related to detainee treatment.

    http://articles.cnn.com/2011-08-01/u...-john-kiriakou

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    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ed Jewett View Post
    ...a certain moment in a certain film and memorize the Lakotan phraseology used by the captive ...

    my mind comes up with something that sounds like wah-peech-nee-ay-a-lo --

    so that I can use it again and again in this world.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6Ii3fqL_-A
    "Where is the intersection between the world's deep hunger and your deep gladness?"

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