Friday, July 31, 2020


Special Agent Ronald A. Williams, July 30, 1947 – June 26, 1975. Rest in Peace.


Dear Ron:


Today you would be turning seventy-three.


Looking down on everything that is happening around us you must wonder why and how things seem to have become so out of control. A nation horribly divided, lawlessness, rioting and destruction and respect for the rule of law and law-enforcement at a bewildering low point.


Those, like you and your partner, Jack Coler, who took an oath to uphold and enforce the laws of this nation, and the brave men and women in Blue who put themselves in harms way every day to protect its citizens are under relentless attack. A festering anarchy, fueled by ignorance, intolerance and disrespect for common decency and civility seems to be growing. All of this fueled from the disruption caused by a worldwide pandemic.*


Birthdays are an earthly event as one day to the next we are simply just another year older. 


For us who remain, you are ageless. You are still the same vibrant, intelligent, dedicated and handsome young and proud FBI Agent that those who knew you personally still remember. To us, you are still that same wonderful person when your mortal birthdays stopped being counted.


Ron, as you can see, you and all the FBI Service Martyrs have not been, and never will be, forgotten. 


But for the actions of the cowards of Jumping Bull your productive life was cut short, while those remaining here deal with even the remote possibility of inmate #89637-132’s freedom, you have the omniscience and understanding to know that we will ensure justice prevails.**


Ron, I know we do not have to ask, but look after us as we remember you on this day.


“In the Spirit…


** Recently an ardent Peltier supporter offered the following observation regarding Peltier’s prison artwork and by inference, his character: I have spent my entire adult life in the art world and I can tell you that I have a clear window into who Leonard Peltier is as a human being.  What is expressed through a work of art cannot be faked.”

Well, yes it can. One would think that Peltier has mastered the art of not being branded as a fake when in fact he has succeeded in disguising who he really is by building a reputation upon a mountain of lies. One fabrication after another, incessantly repeated, has convinced some that he is innocent. All it takes is a little effort to counter the claims through which he has created the myth of innocence and shallow folklore: Folklore that can easily be countered with actual facts. Setting aside for a moment that for years—even admitting as much on film—that someone else, the infamous Mr. X, killed FBI Agents Coler and Williams, there is still so much more to easily dismantle the faux legend.  That lie—Peltier’s only real alibi—was put to rest by one of his own cowardly co-conspirators and even by his former ‘committee’ and one of his own attorneys. But his supporters want to forget this and avoid the obvious conclusion that an innocent person doesn’t have to lie about what actually happened. Just a casual review of his own autobiography, replete with easily disproven fabrications, bolsters the premise that Peltier is indeed faking it.  The window that the supporter is looking through isn’t really glass but perhaps just a mirror. Even recently, in response to a simple question about a significant detail of his own conviction, Peltier lied to the interviewer, and that lie was easily laid bare.

(This blog was was scheduled to be posted on July 30th but due to a server issue was published on July 31st.)