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Excerpt by HARVEY ARDEN from
~HAVE YOU THOUGHT of LEONARD PELTIER LATELY?~

  (this describes Harvey’s first meeting with Leonard in
   1997, at a  Native American ‘pow-wow’ held
   in the gymnasium at Leavenworth Penitentiary)
~

THE NEXT DAY I WAS driven to Leavenworth by two Peltier supporters who
would be attending the prison powwow with me.  I can tell you, I
physically feared going into Leavenworth, even if only as a visitor.  My
stomach tied itself in knots at the prospect as the time for my visit
approached.  It was our first in-person meeting to speak about me editing
a book of Leonard’s writings—a book that eventually became PRISON
WRITINGS: MY LIFE IS MY SUN DANCE (St. Martins Press, 1999).

I ADMIT TO HAVING BEEN properly intimidated by my first sight of
Leavenworth—with its 18-foot-high stone walls topped with glinting rolls
of razor wire and its silvered dome almost mockingly reminiscent of the
U.S. Capitol's.  Two blind lions appropriately guard the main entrance at
the top of a long marbled staircase, beneath the gaze of unseen eyes in a
three-storey-high dark-windowed guard-tower placed directly in front of
the main entranceway.
Something about the place brings to mind a grade B-movie-type prison
escape from some old 1930’s Jimmy Cagney or John Garfield flick, with
those high walls and the well-tailored, park-like greenswards and the
phallic guard tower and the long driveway, beyond which lay “the open
Road”—that shining phantasm of every prisoner dreaming of escape.
Passing through a sequence of separately-opening gates and doors, I was
scrutinized and photographed in an admitting room, then passed through a
series of metal detectors and sliding steel doors, all under the endlessly
scrutinizing eyes of a deadpan gallery of guards. My pockets were empty
except for my driver’s license and a pencil stub in my shirt pocket; no
one seemed to mind the latter, so I could thankfully jot down a few of
Leonard’s word if I needed to.  Next, with the other visitors,  I was
guided up a long tunnel that finally opened out into the prison
gymnasium—closely resembling the typical high-school gymnasium, though
more bleak and stark somehow, maybe because it was entirely windowless.
Windows, I was learning, are a rare luxury here, where the preferred view
for residents is a blank wall of steel or cinderblock, painted a pallid
tan.

AND THERE, ABRUPTLY, was Leonard himself, unmistakable, a big burly man
with long black hair, lightly silvered, standing there in a sweatshirt and
tan pants and gym shoes on the basketball court, part of a crowd of
seventy or eighty similarly dressed Native American inmates who were just
then undergoing a methodical head count.   Leonard eyed me and I eyed him
the moment I entered.  There was instant recognition both ways.  When the
head count ended, he came right over to me.
         “Harvey!”
         “Leonard!”
         We locked eyes like two long-lost brothers.  Then Leonard threw
his arms
around me in a great bear hug and breathed into my ear, ’One mind, Bro’.
 One Mind!”
So, yes, he liked what I’d done to the manuscript.  We were eye to eye and
soul to soul on that. “I love what you’re doing with the book, Bro,” he
said.  Turns out he had known Mathew King—Chief Noble Red Man—personally;
in fact, it had been Mathew, along with ceremonial Lakota Chief Frank
Fools Crow and other Lakota Elders, who had asked members of the American
Indian Movement to send warriors to Pine Ridge during the Wounded Knee
confrontation in 1973, as they did once again at the time of the ‘Incident
At Oglala’ in 1975. Back in 1994 I had sent Leonard a copy of the book I
had produced of Mathew’s wondrous words: NOBLE RED MAN: LAKOTA
WISDOMKEEPER MATHEW KING (Beyond Words Publishers, 1994).
When Leonard told me so passionately that he liked how I’d edited his
words, that we were ‘One mind, Bro’—my self-confidence momentarily surged.
 I asked him no more.  If he approved what I’d done so far, then there was
no problem.  I’d simply continue doing it in the same fashion, plus work
with Leonard himself—as best I could, given our limited personal
contact—on new materials he would write specifically for the book.
I felt immense relief at Leonard’s response, of course, but also a sudden
sense of awe.  What had I gotten myself into?

MEANWHILE, the prison powwow began with two large drum groups beating out
those ancient deep rhythms in this unholy place.  Circles of dancers, a
few in their Indian regalia, took the floor, stomping and swirling.  Sage
was lit as preliminary prayers were recited in the Lakota language, and we
were each ‘smudged’ with the sacred smoke.  The unholy was, for these few
hours, at least, made Holy here in the Leavenworth gymnasium.  If you
learn anything from Indian People, it’s that the Holy and the Sacred are
with us here and now,  and that every moment and every place is
potentially—even essentially—Holy, or capable of being made so.
        As the prison gathering drew to a close toward midafternoon, the
inmates
bestowed gifts of their own crafts and artwork on the visitors.  On the
floor was a pile of fist-sized rocks that had been used in the inipi—the
prison sweat lodge.  Leonard picked two of these up and set them in my
hands.
        “Here, Harvey, take these
they’re not just ordinary rocks, they’re
holy
beings—the ‘Rock People,’ we call them.  We talk to them in the
inipi
and, would you believe, they talk back to us.  Just like Mat King
says in Noble Red Man!  When the water’s poured on the rocks, they
actually start to speak!  These rocks are volcanic, filled with holes and
fissures, and the water hisses and sizzles when it hits the red-hot
rocks; you can actually make out voices!  You can hear them!  Yes, it
happens!  It’s true!  The rocks are alive.  And they have thousands of
prayers in them, Harvey.  My prayers and the prayers of the brothers in
our sweat lodge.  Take good care of them, Bro.  They’re holy things.”
        [Leonard has a wonderful chapter about the Leavenworth inipi in
his book
PRISON WRITINGS: MY LIFE IS MY SUN DANCE].
        Even as I stood there directly in front of him with the two ‘Rock
People’
in my hands, Leonard reached out to me with his own two hands and gently
gripped my shoulders; his eyes caught and captured mine.
        “Harvey
,” he said softly, his eyes locked intensely on mine, “You
need
to know this from me personally.  I did NOT kill those agents
 It’s
important you believe that if we’re to work together.”
        I nodded my head, returned his intense gaze, and squeezed the two
prayer-soaked ‘Rock People’ in my hands.   Like two witnesses to a sacred
bargain, they all but resonated between my fingers.  For I time I would
keep them on my bookshelf directly above my desk, between two memorial
cards for the fallen FBI Special Agents Jack Coler and Ron Williams.
Later I would give one of the rocks to an inipi leader who had befriended
me.  The other I gave to Piscataway Chief, or Sagamore, Billy Tayac (his
People’s aboriginal land are on the site where both the White House and
the Capitol now stand) during a ceremony at the sacred Piscataway Moyoane
burial grounds, just across the Potomac River from George Washington’s
Mount Vernon. Billy, an avid supporter of Leonard for decades, placed the
sacred ‘Rock Person’ from the Leavenworth inipi on the grave of his
revered father Turkey Tayac beneath a 300-year-old sacred red cedar tree
near the Potomac’s edge at Moyoane.
        “This is sacred ground,” Billy told me.  “It’s always a ceremony
here.
That rock will be in good company.”

NOW, AS I LEFT the Leavenworth gymnasium, guards accompanied me and the
other visitors back up the tunnel, and I experienced that strange sense of
irreality I get every time I attend these prison powwows and the moment
comes to leave at 3 P.M.—how uncanny it seems that I and the other
visitors can be so easily and politely escorted out—while the inmates in
their tan trousers (visitors are prohibited from wearing tan or khaki
pants) stand there below, rooted  on the gymnasium floor, calling out sad
farewells at us, arms waving, necks craning
  ‘Hey, Harvey, next time
’ a
voice calls out and I don’t even know who’s voice it is; no doubt, one of
the guys I’d sat around talking to for most of the powwow, between my few
brief chats with Leonard.  Moments later I’m back through the series of
checkpoints and out the final plate-grass and forged-steel door, walking
back down between the two unblinking blind lions toward our parked car and
freedom!  I feel almost as if I’d escaped!
        Yes, freedom! It seems truly magical, almost incandescent, when
you’ve
just been immersed in its opposite.   I never appreciate it so much as
when I walk back down those marble steps of Leavenworth.  And I was in
there for only six hours!  Imagine decades!  With each step back out into
the open world my heart aches palpably for Leonard back there
he, an
innocent man, unable to leave
or even to know if he will ever be able to
leave.  And this heavy sadness resolves into dedication:  I will do
everything in my personal power to see this man, Leonard Peltier,  walk
free again.
        Yes, that much I can do, and will continue doing.

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Excerpt by LEONARD PELTIER from
~HAVE YOU THOUGHT of LEONARD PELTIER LATELY?~
~

I’M STILL HERE. I am all at once saddened, exhilarated, angry, proud,
defiant, and puzzled by that fact. Here in prison, after 28 years of
unjust incarceration, I am a living example of the injustice, racism,
fear, and inequity that still exists in some parts of the United States of
America. This is particularly true when it comes to America's views and
actions towards Indian people. Residing in the best hopes of all of us is
the dream that America has moved away from the days of hostility towards
the Indigenous people of this land. And yet, we are shown with daily
regularity, a reality that defies this dream.  A reality that American
Indians are incarcerated at a disproportionately high rate. A reality that
American Indians are denied decent health care, housing, and education. A
reality so dire, that recently the United States Civil Rights Commission
has had to address it, calling it "A Quiet Crisis".

I’M STILL HERE. Events surrounding my case over the last few years have
been so fascinating, as to have created an excellent mystery thriller
novel. Replete with intrigue, suspicion, manipulation, falsehoods, secret
meetings, intimidation, implications, sexual innuendo, and higher
aspirations--all in the name of justice, I cannot help but think of what a
great movie this would also have made. Maybe one day it still will, time
will tell. Suffice to say, my case and all it constitutes will continue to
impact the history of this country, and its relations with Native
Americans, for generations to come. So far, my story continues to be one
of an innocent man, railroaded in a rage of fear and vengeance disguised
as justice.


I’M STILL HERE. And for as long as I am, my friends and associates at the
Leonard Peltier Defense Committee continue to raise awareness, fund-raise,
and coordinate campaigns on my behalf, so that America and the world does
not forget about me and my case. Where would I be without friends like
Harvey Arden, Arthur Miller, Peter Mattheissen, Andrea Hornbein, David
Hill, and so many others I do not have the time or room to name, but have
been so crucial in continuing this crusade for Justice? I cannot say for
sure, but I imagine I would be much closer to being another faceless
person denied of justice, whose identity was forgotten as time went by. It
has been a series of small miracles created by a synergy of outstanding
individuals. I am so thankful, and you all should be so proud of what you
have accomplished.

I’M STILL HERE. And yet, I like to dream or focus on what I would do if
and when I win my release. It goes without saying that being with family
and loved ones would be a central part of my life for some period of time.
And having been away from the daily experiences of this country, perhaps
traveling and seeing the developments 28 years can bring would be
something I would enjoy. Once acclimated, I do have plans for the future,
particularly concerning the ongoing role of the Leonard Peltier Defense
Committee. Some might think that upon my release, the LPDC's job would be
finished. This is not so. In fact, it will merely be a new starting point.
There is no doubt a need for an organization that focuses on the
incarceration of American Indians, especially those in jail for political
reasons. Surely you didn't think I was the only American Indian political
prisoner, did you? This country and the world needs to be made more aware
of Indians defying the American government, in accordance with treaty and
other laws, and being locked away for it. We need to raise awareness, and
secure the release of these brothers and sisters. Further, we would become
a bona fide Human Rights organization, linking with other like-minded
organizations and individuals, networking and strategizing to create
coordinated campaigns on a national and international level. Perhaps we
could even help to create world-wide Indigenous initiatives to address
colonization, globalization, and the  terror they inflict on tribal people
around the world.

I’M STILL HERE. I would hope this would resonate in the minds and hearts
of every peace-loving person with an abiding sense of justice in their
consciousness, throughout the world. It has been said by greater men than
me, that as long as any man or woman is in bondage, none of us are free. I
have come to understand those words with a clarity I cannot describe. As
long as Indian people are held captive to a colonizing and exploiting
foreign power, none of us are free. As long as corporate entities have all
the rights and privileges of a human being, without the responsibilities
and accountability of a human being, none of us are free. As long as
anyone is in prison for political reasons, none of us are free. As long as
people cannot speak, assemble, or worship freely, none of us are free. As
long as injustice and inequity exists, none of us are free. My name is
Leonard Peltier, but I draw breath as the living embodiment of a greater
cause than just one man's freedom. Every nation must include as a part of
its very fiber and rationalization, a constant demand and vigilance for
justice. More than anything, I desire this. I pray for peace and justice.
One cannot truly exist without the other.

I’M STILL HERE.  Now what are we going to do about it?

(signature)
Leonard Peltier

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also copies of PRISON WRITINGS: MY LIFE IS MY SUN DANCE
and NOBLE RED MAN: LAKOTA WISDOMKEEPER MATHEW KING.

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            ~HAVE YOU THOUGHT of LEONARD PELTIER LATELY?~
                  A Living Memoir with Artifacts
     by Harvey Arden, Edited & Compiled by George Bowe Blitch
           with companion website www.haveyouthought.com

    & 8 full-color pages of recent paintings by Leonard Peltier

                with Special Contributions by
                        Leonard Peltier
                        George Blitch
                        Barry Bachrach
                        Standing Deer
                        Arthur J. Miller
                        Lawrence Sampson
                        Carter Camp
                        Stephanie M. Schwartz
                        Keith Rabin

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For those who may have an interest, there's a new interview with author
Harvey Arden about the Wisdomkeepers, Leonard Peltier, Australian
Aboriginals  & the state of the world...now archived at:
http://www.prophecykeepers.com/arden.html
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