On June 26, Leonard Peltier’s new book, Prison Writings: My Life is My Sundance (co-written with Harvey Arden) will be released.
The following excerpts were released for advance publication by the Peltier Defense Committee:

“The time has come for me to set forth in words my personal testament - not because I’m planning to die, but because I’m planning to live.

“This is the twenty-third year of my imprisonment for a crime I didn’t commit. I’m now fifty-four years old. I’ve been in here since I was thirty-one. I’ve been told I have to live out two lifetime sentences plus seven years before I get out of prison in the year Two Thousand and Forty One. By then I’ll be ninety-seven. I don’t think I’ll make it.

“My life is an extended agony. I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lifetimes in prison already. But I’m prepared to live thousands more on behalf of my people. If my imprisonment does nothing more than educate an unknowing and uncaring public about the terrible conditions Indian people continue to endure, then my suffering has had - and continues to have - a purpose. My people’s struggle to survive inspires my own struggle to survive. Each of us must be a survivor.

“I acknowledge my inadequacies as a spokesman, my many imperfections as a human being. And yet, as the Elders taught me, speaking out is my first duty, my first obligation to myself and to my people. To speak your mind and heart is Indian Way. In Indian Way, the political and the spiritual are one and the same. You can’t believe one thing and do another. What you believe and what you do are the same thing. In Indian Way, if you see your people suffering, helping them is an absolute necessity. It’s not a social act of charity or welfare assistance; it’s a spiritual act, a holy deed.

“I have no apologies, only sorrow. I can’t apologize for what I haven’t done. But I can grieve, and I do. Every day, every hour, I grieve for those who died at the Oglala firefight in 1975 and for their families - for the families of FBI agents Jack Coler and Ronald Williams and, yes, for the family of Joe Killsright Stuntz - a 21-year-old bravehearted Indian whose death from a bullet at Oglala that same day, like the deaths of hundreds of other Indians at Pine Ridge at that terrible time, has never been investigated. My heart aches in remembering the suffering and fear under which so many of my people were forced to live at that time, the very suffering and fear that brought me and the others to Oglala that day - to defend the defenseless.

“And I’m filled with an aching sorrow, too, for the loss to my own family because, in a very real way, I also died that day. I died to my family, to my children, to my grandchildren, to myself. I’ve lived out my own death for nearly a quarter of a century now.