(A comment on YouTube video; “Shootout At Oglala, A common Sense Review,” by LakotaLance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onfe70wKU0U )
Warrior, victim or coward? The Peltier myth would try to convince us of the former, but his own words convict him.
Asked, “Never down by the bodies?” He answers, “Nope.”
But quoting Peltier, Matthiessen exposes the lie (p.552).
“I seen Joe (Joe Stuntz) when he pulled it out of the trunk (of the FBI vehicle) and I looked at him when he put it on (Agent Coler’s FBI jacket), and he gave me a smile.”
A smile? A smile while at Peltier’s feet are the two dead and mutilated bodies of the men they just shot and he had murdered.
Peltier is asked; “Do you know who killed the agents?” and again answers, “No. Nope.”
Yet in Redford’s, Incident at Oglala, after his cousin Bob Robideau goes into great detail about how the person they knew, Mr. X, killed both agents and drove off in the infamous red pickup, Peltier on film says; “This story is true.”
Aside from other admissions, where Peltier just cannot help himself, he had sealed his fate once again with a public statement on August 28, 2014; “I don’t regret any of this for a minute.”
No Regrets? An unrepentant and merciless killer, a shameful panderer denigrating a proud Native heritage and Peltier talks about no regrets and minutes. As well he should because the corrupt and flawed character, the Coward of Jumping Bull, probably doesn’t have that many minutes left before he will finally face The Creator who will see through the veil of lies and banish him to the final justice he deserves. Those remaining minutes, perhaps shortened by obesity and depraved carnal behavior (according to Robideau), will be spent in fearful isolation contemplating his actions and decisions on June 26, 1975. But otherwise the delusional Peltier already believes his own lies. His fate remains.
“There’s an ever-present background chorus of shouts and yells and calls, demented babblings, crazed screams, ghostlike laughter. Maybe one day you realize one of those voices is your own, and then you really begin to worry.” (Prison Writings, p.6)
You reaped what you sowed, Peltier.
“In the Spirit of Coler and Williams”