But for a chance encounter on South Dakota’s Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, Ron would be turning seventy-eight on July 30th. While performing his lawful duties he was severely wounded during an unprovoked attack and brutally murdered by a low-life, cold-blooded pitiful thug from the American Indian Movement. Ron’s death, along with his partner, Jack Coler, who was also mortally wounded before he was viciously murdered, remains one of the most tragic line-of-duty events in FBI history.
Everyone who was fortunate to know Ron, who came to the Bureau after serving in the U.S. Navy, recognized his profound character traits, dedication to his responsibilities and unwavering professionalism.
June 26, 1975 is not a date to concede, but instead to remember Ron’s beginning, his successes and dedication, his strong family bonds and the deep comradery shared with his fellow agents, employees and friends. These are the traits that we instead choose to remember. For those reasons, Ron and his partner Jack will never be forgotten.
Likely, with little or no understanding of the severity of the crimes committed by Leonard Peltier, President Biden released Peltier to home confinement on the Turtle Mountain Indian Reservation. Biden set an all-time record totaling 4,236 commutations and pardons based on this singular presidential authority. Time and history will judge Biden’s actions, his many highly questionable ‘decisions’ and at least one that remains forever unforgivable.
February 18th witnessed a smirking fist-pumping felon leaving federal prison, slithering away from concrete walls and confining rules. Nevertheless, he was given a reminder that day of why he spent many additional years in custody; given a gift that lasted a very long time https://shorturl.at/6nZao. Peltier was never paroled!
In reality, Peltier’s freedom is a bitter pill. His years of notoriety as the faux political prisoner are over. The often-endless stream of woke sycophants and slimy attorneys pressing the myth and folklore for his release are now a thing of the past. Instead, he’s just a sallow old man in very poor health who deservedly left his best forty-nine years behind prison walls. At least before, there was the mail, visits, fawning attention and the noise and clamor of prison existence. But now, along with the uncomfortable silence, he can sit around and wait for the Creator to tap him on the shoulder, which by any measure may be sooner than later. Peltier is destined to become no more than a footnote in Native American history, adding a deserved caveat that he contributed absolutely nothing to the betterment of his people. Peltier would like to think his legacy leaves him as a Native American martyr, instead of the reality of a pathetic cold-blooded murderer.
“In the Spirit of Coler and Williams”
Ed Woods
