Leonard Peltier Open Letter - Feb. 6, 2024
Leonard Peltier Open Letter - Feb. 6, 2024
My life was taken 48 years ago, at 11:00 am. The sweater that my adoptive
mother Ethel and her daughter Donna placed on my shoulders as I was
taken in the bitter cold of Canada was a kindness that I still remember.
If I had been tried with the others, I would be a free man. They were
rightly found not guilty by reason of self-defense. We were under attack.
We were facing the extermination of our people.
Justice never came for those they killed. I was chosen to be the sacrifice
to cover up the crimes committed on that reservation. I am not here
because I committed a crime. I am here because I stood in the way of
their greed and corruption.
Time has become so twisted with these lockdowns that night blurs into
day, a miasma of time that has no sense to it. All hours are the small
hours of the night. Life itself is suspended. We wait for a brief glimpse
of what life looks like. We exist in cold, filthy cells, and we wait. The
voices of those murdered on Pine Ridge Reservation are a constant echo
in my mind.
Time has become a weapon they use to try and annihilate the essence of
who I am. They have done their best to break me. They started by
holding me in a lightless cell block in Canada, telling me that I was
awaiting my execution, to try and force a confession.
I have fought for my freedom every single day of these past 48 years.
The very greed and corruption that imprisons me will be the undoing of
those who take too much. Power arises from truth, from the willingness
to give voice to that truth, from lifting the voices of your brothers and
sisters when they speak their truth. Truth is power. That is why they try
to silence us, you know. You also know they are losing their ability to
silence us.
Take care, my relations. Ask the Creator to set your path before you. Live
in ceremony. When I choose my actions, I watch carefully to make sure
those actions come from spirit, not ego. Sometimes the greatest enemy
we will face comes from within. At times I want to lose myself to rage.
The rage of being unlawfully imprisoned, the rage that drifts through
the air here, a haze you can almost see, that arises from men caged in
conditions that would be illegal for dogs.
If I allow that rage to take me, I may never come back. That is not who I
am. I know who I am. That is why I am still here – I will not lie, I will
not grovel, I will not beg. I will not denounce my beliefs. I will not
betray myself.
I have heard of a new cry going out. NOT ONE MORE YEAR. It has been
said that I am a common man who stood up to an uncommon enemy.
Let this be the year that common sense prevails. Let this be the year that
“liberty and justice for all” are not words that ring hollow. Let this be the
year that America learns to live up to its own principles.
We will prevail. Our children will know who they are and know they are
cherished. All of them, not just a privileged few, while the rest go
hungry and lose their connection to Mother Earth. That connection is
everything. Never, ever forget who you are. Mother Earth births us. She
fires the blood that runs through our veins. She takes us back to her
womb when our journey ends.
It is time.
Doksha,
Leonard Peltier