Showing posts with label Special Agents. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 26, 2022

PELTIER: ADMISSIONS OF GUILT AND LACK OF REMORSE

Dear Supporters:      

 

What follows, offered within proper context, relates to Leonard Peltier’s admissions of guilt and his lack of remorse for the June 26, 1975 brutal murder of FBI Agents Jack Coler and Ron Williams: 

 

I seen Joe when he pulled it out of the trunk and I looked at him when he put it on, and he gave me a smile.” [i]   

 

So the deaths of those agents are not murder? “Not to Indian—not in Indian people’s eyes.” [ii]

 

The m----- -----r was begging for his life but I shot him anyway.” [iii]   

 

I cannot see how my being here, torn from my own grandchildren, can possibly mend your loss. I swear to you, I am guilty only of being an Indian. That’s why I’m here. Being who I am, being who you are—that’s Aboriginal sin.” (Peltier’s insult to his victims’ families.) [iv]   

 

“I never thought my commitment would mean sacrificing like this, but I was willing to do so nonetheless. And really, if necessary, I’d do it all over again because it was the right thing to do.” [v]  

 

I don’t regret any of this for a minute.” [vi]

 

I did not wake up on that June 26 planning to injure or shoot federal agents, and did not gain anything from participating in the incident.” [vii]  

 

“In the Spirit of Coler and Williams”

Ed Woods



[i] Peter Matthiessen, In the Spirit of Crazy Horse (New York: Penguin Books, 1991) 552. (Peltier places himself and at least Joe Stuntz at the crime scene with two dead and mutilated human beings at their feet.)

[ii] https://members.tripod.com/~ellis_smith/peltier.html (Last accessed 3/1/22); CNN Interview 10/10/99. 

Mark Potter: “What are they?” (the murders)  Peltier: “Self-defense.”

[iii] https://www.jfamr.org/doc/kmtest1.html (Last accessed 2/27/22) Testimony of Darlene Nichols, 2/3/2004, at the trial of Arlo Looking Cloud for the murder of AIM activist Anna Mae Aquash: “…he (Peltier) started talking about June 26, and he put his hand like this (gesturing with a weapon) and started talking about the two FBI agents.” “He said the m----- -----r was begging for his life, but I shot him anyway.” 

(Referring to the final horrifying moments and murder of FBI Agent Ron Williams.)

[iv] Leonard Peltier, Prison Writings (New York, St. Martin’s Press, 1999) 114 (Peltier autobiography) An insult as related from the Coler and Williams’s families.

[v] http://www.noparolepeltier.com/debate.html#confessionhttp://www.noparolepeltier.com/confession.pdf

Peltier references “Joe Stuntz” and excludes nothing else: The murder of Agents Coler and Williams is certainly one of the “…whole series of events…” Peltier is referring to.

[vi] Message from Leonard Peltier, 9/12/2014; “Anyone who has looked at my case knows it is outrageous to an absurd degree; often people simply cannot believe the sheer amount of constitutional violations and injustices.” Peltier ignores over a dozen appeals that upheld his conviction and sentence.  http://www.noparolepeltier.com/court.html

[vii] http://wwwnoparolepeltiercom-justice.blogspot.com/2017/01/peltier-another-admission.html

Quote from February 17, 2016 clemency petition; admission to ‘participating’ and aiding and abetting on June 26, 1975.  http://wwwnoparolepeltiercom-justice.blogspot.com/2016/05/peltier-clemency-application-thank-you.html

 

Thursday, May 19, 2022

LEONARD PELTIER: POLITICAL PRISONER?

 Dear Supporters:*

I’m hit” were the last words the FBI heard from Agent Williams. 


His very last words were heard by Leonard Peltier.

 

June 26, 1975, Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, South Dakota.

 

Just before noon, FBI Agents Jack Coler and Ronald Williams, in separate vehicles, were searching for a fugitive, Jimmy Eagle. The Agents followed a suspect Suburban containing three individuals from a rural highway onto a dirt road leading to the Jumping Bull family farm in a remote corner of the Reservation. 

 

The Suburban stopped at a distance, as did the Agents, who were now exposed in an open field.

 

The beginning:



The unprovoked attack and what followed is undisputed. Agent Williams was on the FBI radio describing that the three individuals were getting out with rifles and were about to fire at them. As gunfire erupted, personnel in the FBI’s Rapid City office heard Agent Williams trying to describe their location. The radio call for assistance ended with, “I’m hit.”

 

Unknown to the FBI, and the two Agents, was the presence of an American Indian Movement (AIM) camp nearby and that they had actually followed Leonard Peltier, who was also a fugitive at the time. When the shooting began, others from the AIM camp, with rifles, pinned the Agents in a deadly crossfire. The attack didn’t last long with no fewer than 125 bullets holes in the FBI vehicles.  

 

Agent Coler received a devasting wound to his right arm. Agent Williams, wounded three times, removed his shirt and waved it as a sign of surrender—which was ignored, and crawled to his critically wounded partner, using his shirt as a tourniquet on Agent Coler’s shattered arm. Williams waited, hoping that help would arrive quickly, not knowing that the first to find the Jumping Bull farm were also fired upon and forced back to the highway. 

 

Later trial testimony placed the three older AIM Indians, Leonard Peltier, Bob Robideau and Dino Butler at the Agents’ vehicles. Agent Williams faced his killer as the muzzle of Peltier’s AR-15 was placed against a raised hand and fired—fingers blown through the back of his head. It was hoped that Agent Coler was unconscious as the weapon turned towards him, with two more, point-blank bullets to his face. 

 

Peltier and others, stole what they could, shot at responding law enforcement, but managed to elude capture. 

 

Eight months later, FBI Top Ten Fugitive, Leonard Peltier was arrested in Canada, extradited and in April 1977 in Fargo, North Dakota was convicted of murder and aiding and abetting, receiving consecutive life sentences.

 

The Peltier myth quickly emerged, resting on the notion that since Native American history with the government was dismal at best, that Peltier’s plaintive cries of innocence must be true, and that someone had to pay for murdering the Agents.

 

Feigned innocence aside, a number of times Peltier changed his version of that June day and along the way, considered within the context of his public statements, made tacit admissions of guilt while showing no remorse at all. Over nearly two decades his alibi was that someone else, someone they knew but would not name, the phantom Mr. X in the infamous red pickup, was the one who killed the Agents. “This story is true” Peltier falsely claimed in a television interview. The lie continued until one of his own, Dino Butler, publicly denied it, and later, one of his own attorneys as well. 

 

Peltier’s involvement with AIM was mostly as a bodyguard and enforcer with one documented incident of placing a gun in the mouth of a suspected FBI informant. Time has proven that the loyal Anna Mae Aquash wasn’t, but nonetheless, AIM leadership ordered her execution.  Aside from AIM’s purported and enticing goals, its history of disruption and violence leaves little doubt that while some leaders became rich and famous, they collectively contributed nothing to the betterment of their people.

 

Peltier supporters come in a few categories: Those who disdain America and will use any excuse, whether they believe in Peltier or not, while most are not even Native Americans; those who have bought into the Peltier folklore without the slightest effort to verify his fabricated claims; and by individuals who fail to comprehend Peltier’s voluminous and detailed appellate history. This also includes recent attorneys, in their zeal and advocacy, who would remarkably rather repeat the myth while ignoring or misrepresenting the facts.

 

What followed Peltier’s conviction was an endless stream of motions and appeals, well over a dozen, raising efforts to distort the record and often with frivolous filings. The result was that every single issue raised; and this bears repeating, every single issue Peltier raised was reviewed in minute detail by the appellate courts; some replying with disparaging critiques. One later court decision made Peltier’s guilt unmistakably clear, “Previous federal court decisions provided the (Parole) Commission with ample facts to support its conviction that Peltier personally shot Agents Coler and Williams.” “Neither the conviction nor any of the subsequent court decisions have been overturned.” (10th Circuit Court of Appeals, 11/4/03)

 

On that June day, there was no question that the two white men, in civilian clothes, driving late model sedans with additional antennas, were the Feds. This was common knowledge on the Reservation. Added to this was that one of the passengers with Peltier was questioned the prior evening by the same two FBI Agents, pursuing their search for fugitive, Jimmy Eagle. 

 

Knowing he had been followed by federal Agents, and that he was also a fugitive himself at the time and obviously not wanting to be arrested; disproven fabrications aside, Peltier portends a motive for the unprovoked attack. 

 

Peltier, unsurprisingly, fails to recognize that adding political prisoner to his criminal resume   creates a serious conflict: Because, it then follows that the deaths of Agents’ Coler and Williams weren’t murder after all, but, assassinations. Nevertheless, neither Peltier, his supporters, nor his attorneys want to venture down the path of, Peltier the assassin. Yet, Peltier shamelessly promotes this deception to the public as if it has any legitimacy. Peltier was not engaging in political activity, discourse or dissent that day, but in a purely senseless and maliciously lawless act. However, Peltier did grasp that dead men make poor witnesses.

 

Considering an obvious reality, if Peltier’s name was, say, James Maloney, and the murders took place in, let’s say, El Centro, California, no one would know his name, or for that matter, even care. But for the fact that Peltier is what he is and where it happened, is the only difference; clearly, making both incidents violent and felonious criminal acts. 

 

The final moments of Ron Williams life were revealed during sworn testimony in a later, unrelated trial. During their escape from Pine Ridge Peltier made a stark admission; 

The ‘M-expletive’ was begging for his life, but I shot him anyway.” 

 

The End:
















Jack Coler on the left, a shirtless Ron Williams on the right. Both Agents, shot in the face, are found face down; manhandled in death as the final insult to the brutal murders. Adding further offense to the carnage, in a June 2, 2004 email to this writer, Bob Robideau said, 

…they died like worms.”


"In the Spirit of Coler and Williams"

Ed Woods


* As appeared on May 19, 2022 in The American Thinker.

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2022/05/the_case_of_the_murdered_fbi_agents.html

                                          

Monday, August 7, 2017

AUGUST 9, 1979: OHIO & CALIFORNIA

Dear Supporters:

In a brief departure from the mission of the No Parole Peltier Association, the following is offered:

Brothers and sisters; Chicago, September 17, 1978, 6:00am:

Margaret and her sister, Janice, finished working all night at a local discotheque, where Margaret was a waitress and her sister a dancer.* Walking home on the still dark streets as they had done many times before, they were unaware what evil lurked in a nearby alley. They were just two young women working to pay the bills.

The Guyon brothers were going to get some tonight and they could care less who the victims were—Black, White, Hispanic, Asian. It didn’t matter as long as they were easy prey. They watched from the car as the girls approached, Melvin behind the wheel at first with a knife, Michael in back with a gun. The girls approached and were close enough for Michael to lunge out and force the two into the back seat at gunpoint. Michael slid behind the wheel as Melvin held the sisters, panicked and crying in the back seat, now threatening them with a knife. Michael told them to shut up and then sped off to find some desolate spot, an empty parking lot near 43rd and Halsted.

Michael, thirty-four, had a violent past including rapes, and merely three weeks after sexually assaulting and robbing the sisters, he was arrested for abducting a four-and-a-half-year-old. Melvin, nineteen, was on his way to creating his own illicit résumé. He was already a fugitive from two felonies in Cleveland, but had been released on bond and fled to Chicago.

Michael forced Janice into the front seat and yelled for her to take off her panties as he ripped open her dress. Janice pled and offered what she had for him not to hurt her—seven dollars and some jewelry. Michael then raped Janice, who was still a virgin.

In the backseat, Melvin raped Margaret and stole what little money she had, about five dollars.

When the horror was over, the sisters were given thirty cents each for bus fare and then released. As the sun was rising, the Guyon brothers sped away.

The sisters boarded the first local bus and at the next stop ran into a restaurant. Janice, terrified and hysterical, went to the ladies room as Margaret told two Chicago police officers, who happened to be there, that they had both been kidnapped and raped by two black men in their twenties driving a blue car that had a box of yellow Puffs tissues in the back window.

By mid-October the Chicago investigation developed suspects who were identified by their victims. Local warrants for assault, rape, and kidnapping were issued for the brothers Guyon.

Also falling under the Unlawful Flight to Avoid Prosecution statute, and with a request from federal authorities, a UFAP warrant was issued bringing in additional resources to locate and apprehend Melvin Guyon, who authorities believed had fled the state.

Melvin Bay Guyon was now a fugitive being pursued by the FBI. He would return to his native Cleveland and his girlfriend and their two small children.

Rebutting the age-old proverb that blood is thicker than water, when it came to the later rape trial, Melvin did his damnedest to throw his brother under the proverbial bus.  (To be continued.)

August 9, 1979:   

On the morning of Thursday, August 9, 1979 while attempting to arrest violent fugitive, Melvin Bay Guyon, in an apartment not far from downtown Cleveland, Ohio, FBI Agent Johnnie Oliver was killed. Agent Oliver, armed with a shotgun, may have hesitated as Guyon held his own young child as a shield. Guyon escaped and was arrested in Youngstown, Ohio.

Barely an hour later, FBI Agents J. Robert Porter and Charles Elmore, were gunned down by James Maloney, a crazed anti-government loser, in their small satellite office in the Imperial Valley of southeastern California. Maloney had an appointment to meet with Agent Porter in the El Centro Resident Agency and was armed with a shotgun and a handgun. Confronting Agent Porter, a violent struggle ensued and Agent Porter was shot and killed. Agent Elmore engaged Maloney in the hallway and was also killed. Maloney, fatally wounded, took the coward’s way out and shot himself.

That date—August 9,1979—38 years ago, marked the worst line-of-duty deaths in a single day in the history of the FBI. Agents Oliver, Porter and Elmore…will never be forgotten.

“In the Spirit…
Ed Woods

*The above details were taken from public records. The victim’s names have been changed.

Postscript:

Guyon is serving a life sentence in the same penitentiary, USP Coleman, as Leonard Peltier who murdered Special Agents Jack Coler and Ronald Williams in Pine Ridge, South Dakota on June 26, 1975.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

RYAN CUSTER: FBI FAMILY

Dear Supporters:

For the first time in seventeen years the NPPA is momentarily setting aside its core mission to honor the memory and sacrifice of Special Agents Jack Coler and Ron Williams and dismantling the perpetuation of lies, fabrications, myth and folklore of convicted murderer Leonard Peltier.

Jack and Ron, looking down and watching over us, will certainly understand.

With the promise of an exciting and productive life of new adventures and challenges, life-altering events can occur unexpectedly.

On April 8, 2017, nineteen-year-old 6’7” freshman and scholarship basketball player at Wright State University, Dayton, Ohio, RYAN CUSTER’s life changed in an instant.

Ryan and many other college students were celebrating Spring at a party in Oxford, Ohio. A makeshift pool of tarp and hay bales was part of the afternoon’s activities. Ryan flopped into the pool and accidently bumped his head on another student’s knee. In a million times a minor incident like this would have resulted in some bumps and bruises, but for this one time, tragedy struck and Ryan fractured a vertebra, injuring his spinal cord. He was airlifted to a Cincinnati hospital for surgery and evaluation. Paralysis was evident. Two weeks later Ryan was transported to a Chicago clinic and was one of a handful of patients to participate in a pioneering stem cell procedure injecting millions of stem cells into the injured area of his spinal cord. Ryan will remain in Chicago to undergo weeks of intensive physical therapy.

Ryan’s father, George, was an FBI Agent in the late 1980s serving his first office in Cincinnati. He was an effective and professional new agent, learning quickly and enjoying the challenges of his new profession.

George met Kim, a well-liked FBI support employee since 1984. Over time, the relationship blossomed into marriage.

As is expected in the Bureau, transfers to larger offices were always a possibility. George and Kim decided they wanted to stay in the Cincinnati area and George left the Bureau to start his own successful business.

The Custer family eventually grew with two daughters and two sons.

To be clear and unmistakable, the Custer family is incredibly wonderful, salt-of-the-earth people, admired and respected by all who know them.


Ryan faces a long, demanding journey to recovery and only time will tell how much he will recover from his injury.

NPPA supporters can follow Ryan’s progress on Facebook.*

Such a devastating injury, although largely covered by insurance, brings with it many additional out-of-pocket expenses which prompted Ryan’s teammates to create a fundraiser to help ensure that he has the care he needs and expert guidance to assist in his journey, hopefully to a full recovery.**

The prayers and thoughts of all the supporters of the No Parole Peltier Association are with Ryan and his wonderful family.

“In the Spirit of Coler and Williams”
Ed Woods