Why Leonard Peltier is in my life?

My own mana'o

 

Through Gail Prejean (Kawaipuna) I came to know Leonard one of the warriors that went to Oglala to help Na Kupuna on their ancestral lands.  He sits in a cell block for a crime he did not commit and the Justice Department knows this to be true.  How could this be happening?  Are there two types of citizens in a justice system? If so, what is the definition of two types of citizenship? What is racisim? Is it the quantifiable blood of a native?  Or, is it citizenship in society? 

 

I am Joseph Kahaawai's (Massie case) second cousin. I know what citizenship is in a Justice System and what it entails for eons. 

 

Letter from Leonard Peltier a true political prisioner that I call my brother:

 

June 26, 2010


Greetings,

I want to first say thank you--thank you for taking the time and
making the commitment to come to this place--but thank you mostly
for remembering. Sometimes I sit in this cage and I find myself
wondering if anyone really remembers. Many days, remembering is
all my mind allows me to do. So, again, thank you. Thank you for
bearing witness and being a part of a living memory.

But maybe the most important thing I'd like to say is don't
forget. Not ever.

You must be the historians who keep this lesson alive because
this story isn't about one day, one event, one person, or even one
lifetime. This is a story that goes all the way back to the day a
misguided fool, whose name I won't even mention, led his troops in
an attack on innocent people at the Greasy Grass, and in the process
got himself and over two hundred of his troopers killed. And while
the victors on that day had no choice but to defend themselves,
we have been the victims of a genocidal revenge that continues
until this very moment. So don't forget. Not ever.

It is vengeance that preoccupies the mind of the colonizer. It
is this fervor to show us who is boss that led to the massacre
at Wounded Knee, the theft of the Black Hills, the establishment
of boarding schools, and the criminalization of our languages
and traditional ways. It is vengeance that armed the GOON squads,
killed our leaders, and surrounded our people at Wounded Knee again
in 1973. Revenge is why they today prosecute Indian people for the
crimes they know the government committed during their murderous
campaigns of the last generation. Vengeance is what killed Joe
Stuntz, Anna Mae Aquash, Buddy Lamont and so many others. Getting
even is what keeps me in prison. So don't forget. Not ever.

All of these events are bound together, interrelated and
interdependent. And quite clearly the lesson they intend for us
to learn is don't defend yourselves. Don't stand up for what is
right. Don't think for yourselves. Don't choose to be who you
are. Don't remember your ancestors. Don't live in defense of the
Earth. Don't you do it! Don't even think about it. If you do,
this government--this mindset of control--will unleash an attack
so vast it will even seek to destroy our genetic memories. So don't
forget. Not ever.

In days past, some among our people were induced to become
"scouts". For whatever reasons, these individuals made possible
the treacherous campaigns that resulted in the deaths of countless
innocent people. These days--sadly--there are still these types
amongst us. The government preys on the weaknesses of these people,
inducing them to turn against the rest of us. The government
uses this treachery to cover up state sanctioned murder and
terrorism. They do this and then tell us that what we remember
didn't really happen at all, as though memory or truth is something
to be shaped and molded to fit a preconceived outcome. So don't
forget. Not ever.

We gather today after decades and generations of blood and trauma. We
gather in defiance.

And we remember.

We remember not just one day or one event, because remembering what
occurred on June 25 or June 26--or any particular date--is important,
but not as important as an understanding of the ongoing campaign
of colonization. This is a continuing human drama of slaughter
and uncontrollable bloodlust and we're still here, engaged in
our running defense; praying for balance, peace and justice; and
trying to make some sense of it all. Perhaps, in the face of such
a menace, the most important thing we can do is remember. So teach
your children. Pass this knowledge. Don't forget. Not ever.

Remembering is resisting and, if we remember, then we'll be free
one day. Free of their mindset. Free of their theft. Free of their
guns and their bombs. Free of their cages. Free to be who we are.

And free of their fear. That's the truest freedom of all and true
freedom is what this is really all about, not the illusion of
freedom they offer us.

So don't forget. Not ever.

In the Spirit of Crazy Horse,


Leonard Peltier

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  • Pono Kealoha and I went to Waipio in January, with Hiilawe in my mind and the way Cyril explained it to me, I couldn't wait to walk down that hill and step into both streams. It was a happy moment. Feeling the same again, I thank you.
  • Aloha Kaohi! You and I have more in common than you know.First and foremost, I too am also related to the Kahahawai's. When my grandfather (Issac "Boy" Aken) was still alive, I would always wonder why uncle Gabby "Pops" Pahinui would always be at my grandfathers house all the time. As it turns out, my grandfather and uncle Gabby were brothers and there was one more brother that we never knew about...his name is Joseph Kahahawai. As the story was told to us by uncle Gabby and my grandfather, after what had happened to uncle Joe, their parents had hanai uncle Gabby and my grandfather off to close family friends for their sons own protection. Uncle Gabby was hanai to the Pahinui ohana from Kakaako and my grandfather Issac was hanai to the Von Aken family in Honolulu. Many years later, my grandfather had legally dropped the Von and just kept Aken. When I spoke of this to Uncle Cyril Pahinui, he had confirmed this to be true, which made me realize why were they always at our family functions in Nanakuli all the time and why we were always in Waimanalo at their family functions all the time...


    Now, about Leonard Peltier...
    I have never met Leonard Peltier, but I have met someone very dear to him. Anyone who is familiar about the 2 FBI Agents that was killed on the rez definetly would know this mans name...His name is June "June Bug" Little. I have met June in August of 1998, you see... I almost married his oldest daughter Leslie Little whom I have met here in Hawaii. After a couple of years of dating, finally in July of 1998, I had proposed to Leslie and of course she said yes so, it was off to meet her parents in Pine Ridge, SD. I have never been to South Dakota before so it was an exciting trip for me. The day I met June, at first, he was a very nice man, nothing serious about him, nothing odd or unusual as a matter of fact it all seemed like it was going well, June was a very pleasant man until he told me (exact words that I will never forget), "In this family, before you are ever apart of it, there is something you should know"...now keep in mind, Leslie had told me that there was something I should know, but she wanted her father to tell me, she said it was his responsibility to her and her family. We sat down outside of his cabin and he started to tell me everything...I mean everything. How he couldnt step one foot off the rez, how his brother Jim was killed, about his days with Leonard Peltier and Standing Deer and of course the day the 2 FBI Agents were killed. I was shocked....actually, I didnt have anything to say. To keep a long story short, i am well aware of what happeed that day from what was told too me by June. His daughter and I never got married however, I still frequent Pine Ridge as much as I can. I have met alot of friends there and was invited back to perform a song that I had wrote for the Graduating Class of 2000 at Red Cloud Indian High School. The last time I was at Pine Ridge was in 2003. I performed at the Prairie Wind Casino...the Lakota's love Traditional Hawaiian Music...so I was fortunate to fans in South Dakota.

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