Monday, October 19, 2009

Comments on Leonard Peltier

I am honored to find that John Trimbach, son of retired special agent in charge (SAC) of the Minnesota FBI offices, Joseph Trimbach, posted a letter to the editor regarding my commentary piece in The Philadelphia Inquirer on Leonard Peltier's denial of parole. Father and son are co-authors of American Indian Mafia. The letter was posted on Wednesday, September 30th, two weeks after my commentary piece. Go here to read Mr. Trimbach's letter and make sure to read the comments that follow.

Why am I honored? Because regardless of their position, it's important that all intelligent people pay attention to this issue. It's important too that we break up the silence about America's first original sin.

“We did not ask you white men to come here. The Great Spirit gave us this country as a home."
-Crazy Horse

See my Inquirer commentary here. And my latest extended version of that for Kotori Magazine here.

Leonard Peltier: a personal essay

My latest commentary was just published by KotoriMagazine.com, "Leonard Peltier and this Great, Funny Nation." It is really a personal essay, but full of good links and resources.

"To give Leonard Peltier the last decade or two of his life outside of prison, on parole in his home community, would require that this nation acknowledge a sickness that is its original sin."

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Something More

Something More (for Marion, October 13, 2009)

An older man with dark features
And an older woman – long brown hair,
Luminous eyes, blue like
A cloudless autumn sky –
Sit in an old wood bed together.
As the audience, we are tired.
They have been speaking to each other
For many days now.
We did not know
For the price of admission
The time spent would be weeks
Here in this theater
Where management has served us meals
And brought hot towels
Down the aisles
And given us breaks for showers
And toilet runs.

The older man looks at the woman,
Says, “This is amazing.”
Slowly she smiles.

The stage fades to black.

We hear sheets rustle.
The slow, sensual wet sound of lips
On skin, whisper kisses,
A quiet chuckle
From the older woman’s throat.
Then silence.

We know this is the silence
Of two lovers,
The embrace
Of what some call true love.
But we also know now
There is something more.
There are just no words to describe it.

-dcb

© Copyright David Biddle, 2009