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Ghost Rider Roads
collected/by antoinette nora claypoole
coming Jan 2012




a new book about Anna Mae, and the old American Indian Movement includes

  • essays from this blog
  • previously unpublished work by Robert Robideau (rip)
  • and information on Leonard Peltier's current campaign for Executive Clemency....



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photo at top of this blog:  Nogeeshik and Annie Mae Aquash at the Siege of Wounded Knee, Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, South Dakota.  1973.  photographer unknown. 




The pieces in this blog  were written during the eight years when John Graham---accused murderer of Anna Mae Aquash --fought extradition from Canada, to the United States. The writings here  present Graham's insistence upon his innocence in the murder of his friend...and other realities. If you don't know who Anna Mae was, or why her brutal murder impacts all humans, reading these blog posts will help you feel more than you imagined could ever happened.  And. Please know.  Over the years, I intended to  offer as many "sides" of the story as I could bring myself to tell. 


 Dedicated  to Anne Mae Aquash (1945-1975/) and her husband Nogeeshik Aquash  (RIP), members of the American Indian Movement during the 1970's, this blog is now complete: there will be no more pieces added to  these pages. John Graham is serving a life sentence.  Railroaded Justice. 


 To read these pieces for historical purposes,  you can   use the search button (above this post) or peruse the "archives" feature.  Some of the work here is also  included in the upcoming book (January 2012)  Ghost Rider Roads. and in both places  will find   anything from a statement by Annie Mae's daughter, to a letter by Annie Mae from jail before she was murdered, to a rant about John Trudell's role in this entire nightmare.  As well, you can read John Graham's entire interview with me, about how the FBI offered him a "deal" to name "old AIM" leaders as killers and how his allegiance to the Movement and the People lead him to "not co-operate".  He serves a life sentence because of his beliefs. 


Soon, the life sentence of John Graham will be known as another great injustice placed upon People of First Nations by the U.S. Gov't.  While those truly responsible for the brutal killing of Annie Mae Aquash, may never be known.  


---all my relations, antoinette nora claypoole.  sept 8, 2011


photo above:  by Anne Pearse Hocker (used with permission): 
"Annie Mae at the Siege of Wounded Knee" soon after her wedding to Nogeeshik. 
and originally published in Who would unbraid her hair: the legend of Annie Mae by antoinette nora claypoole. (1999, dist. Clear Light Books, Sante Fe, N.M.) 



Decades of Deceit: Graham's Life Sentence

Jan. 24, 2011.  An old hotel where "movie stars" have stayed, an Indian Reservation where women are still found frozen to death. A fancy bronze sculpture of an "Indian warrior". Bars and  Courtrooms.  That's Rapid City, South Dakota.  In a line:  a colonizer's town where the Indian Wars were never quite ended.

Today, after years of fighting Extradition from Canada for the murder of his friend Anna Mae Aquash, John Graham, for whom this blog was begun, faces sentencing in South Dakota State Court.  He was found guilty in Dec. of "kidnapping leading to murder", found not guilty of pre-meditated murder.  And sentenced, today, to "life in prison".  His daughter, his friends and family have always believed his innocence. And today he spoke, after not having taken the witness stand during his trial.

According to witnesses, John Graham faced Anna Mae's daughters, in the courtroom today during sentencing. And explained.  What  had said to me in my interview with him.  What his family and friends know.  He never murdered Anna Mae Pictou Aquash.   When I attended his 2005 extradition hearings in Vancouver, B.C., stayed at a "support house" in the city, I learned alot about John Graham, the love his people have for him, and about the man himself.  A gentle demeanor, his  was not accusation nor anger, vindictiveness nor hate.  It was sorrow at having been targetted by people he considered his "friends".

"Once in the 80's", he told me in a funky coffee shoppe not far from where he checked into parole each day,  " Once John Trudell and Dino Butler were facing some heat in the States.  THey needed to hide out.  I gave them a safe shelter here in B.C. until things cooled off.  Why would Trudell turn on me?? And tell lies."  Graham said this over coffee, in a near whisper.  Perplexed.  "I cared about him.  He was my brother".  Shaking his head, looking for the creamer as a distraction to the pain.

Trudell, in fact, had "identified" Graham for the FBI, and his statement was KEY in the extradition of John Graham. In Court, before I left back for the States, the Judge confirmed reliance on Trudell as key in the decision to uphold extradition. (search this blog and you'll find the details)

It is not only the loss of a father, activist and friend which has struck Vancouver, B.C. and White Horse Junction up in the Yukon, but also the deep scars of betrayal which were ripped open as not one old AIM person defended John Graham. WDith either a statement or a testimony, a letter or a song.  In fact, when Floyd "Red Crow" Westerman was still alive, he HAD planned a great benefit/event in San Francisco for John Graham.  That was during the Looking Cloud trial, back in 2004. Trudell was initially going to be there, with Floyd.  But the day after i broke the news on KPFK Pacifica Radio, Westerman "cancelled" the event.  When asked why he/Trudell claimed "it was just too controversial" to support John Graham.

Today, Graham's daughter Naneek, a strong and devoted woman, was quoted in the Rapid City Journal as standing by her father. Naturally. "Believing his innocence."

Anyone who has met John Graham, talked with him and considered the circumstances of his arrest stood with Naneek in that courtroom, awaiting another mandate by "justice".  Graham's lawyer plans an appeal, Anna Mae daughters--their vendetta persisting-- continue to call for more indictments of old AIM they claim "ordered her murder". And I.  Wonder at all the people I have met in the American Indian Movement over the past three decades.  Feel all those I have known. Some dead. Many whom I have loved.  I feel the heartbeat of lying as a way to save one's life.  I read and re read the FBI affadavits about "Annie Mae Aquash" alive in Jan. 1976, a month after people claim Graham Killed her.  I recall the first person who told me about Paula Giese, a friend to Annie Mae, how Paula saw Annie Mae after the date people say Graham killed her.  And how Giese died, how Annie Mae's husband Nogeeshik died after "finding out who killed her".

In my mind.  Many AIM  lives have been destroyed. Because the United States has yet to cease the Indian Wars. And all these murdered.  And all those alive, but dead, nonetheless.  Are now joined. As a song around the "old days" drum.  Variant shrills of war woven with love of the Earth.  Pounding into our hearts.  To become One was the dream.  To connect with all things  truth.  These ways are all but gone.  Otherwise, John Graham would not have been  sitting in a white man's courtroom.  With Indian "children" looking to big daddy "justice" to dish up mercy.  Something in the entire fates of Nations. Of Human Beings.  Has gone terribly wrong. John Graham's "sentence" and conviction are the mirror within which we all must face "the truth of the lie".

John Trudell -Out of the Blues



NEW WORK, from upcoming book  Ghost Rider Roads (Wild Embers Press, Dec. 2011)....collected/by antoinette nora claypoole


Prologue
by antoinette nora claypoole

 Last night  I slept on the sofa of a friend I met in graduate school many years ago, While dreaming. I became  a breathe a comma between life's sentences. And here, then, there off the I-10 heading east from Los Angeles, somewhere between Whitewater Canyon and West LA two old friends I haven't seen in a very long time. Arrived. In classic American Indian wild west style. They came to me.  In my dreams.  Both used to live in Indian Country. That's where we met sometime before freeways were this crowded. An empty hotel bramble bush. Outside of a Safeway crushed soda can parking lot.  Dave Chief.  John Trudell. Both Lakota, both people I called family.  Once.  Before we inherited this peril called a 21st century.

The last time I saw Dave Chief was right after Mother's day 2005. He died suddenly soon after that. It wasn't the buffalo stew I cooked for him. Or anything.  He had been having dreams of his own.  About large camps of people and fields burning and messages from old timers. And suddenly it seems he joined them without much as a whisper about the leaving.  So Indian.  But here he was. Last night. Back from the slippery slopes of death.  Here.   In California in my dream.  Like an old Mamas and Papas song.  "all the leaves are brown".  They were both dying.  Or dead.  Or someplace in that twilight space where only meteors and promises reside.  A collision of time was inside of me.  Dave Chief.  With his beyond shoulder length graying hair, awoke.  From his death.  He got up slowly in his blue jeans and cowboy button shirt, no hat on, his hair down. Rugged.  Just like he was born.  On the side of a dirt road, the wagon pulling over while his mother brought him to us.  Last night.  No sage stick.  No abalone shell.  No shoobla doobla new age Indian stuff. No pipe bundle or altar and buffalo skull.  Just him. Casually rising from his place of death.  It's almost Easter for the Christians and I wondered for a minute, this morning,  if I was actually having Jesus, Catholic girl flashbacks. Or something.

 Resurrected icons on my mind.

  Nonetheless I stayed with the dream. I hung out with Dave and didn't pull my eyes open into night. Like the shades covering neighborhood rappers.  In this bedroom community. The full moon was swallowed by smog. I knew if I left Dave Chief even just to blink or paint his desert, his existence there would only be night, hollow emptied like the hollywood hills.  I stayed there. Like a broken neon light where cigarettes are still the rage. There. In the room with Dave. He had been laying down and got up fully dressed, no crinkles in his jeans slowly, walked around toward me.  I said something trite, like you need an ashtray, stumbling over myself like I often did in Indian Country.  Something like "Dave, but you died.  SO suddenly.  You can't be here walking around, kid".  I did call him kid occasionally.  While we hung outside of some event or another. In Northampton, Mass. or at a Peltier rally in Oregon.  Smoking Pall Malls if lucky.  Me rolling organic American Spirit  on other days.

 "Dave.  You are dead".

 He didn't say much to that little proclamation.   Just came around to me and started singing a Lakota song.  He said "antoinette, Just wanted to teach you this song". Yep. I am serious. Nope. This is not an essay on how Indians are. This is an introduction for you, from me, about how my life with Indians has been.  My trek inside the moccasin telegraph. And Dave was that, last night.  Like he always was. Teaching young people the old songs.   Back in the day.

   But I am not young and about as far from Indian Country as I am from  the old Ashland, Oregon mobile home.  Oregon is a lifetime away from this gangland helicopter infested "inland empire" off the I-10 the Redlands side of San Grogorino.  Still.  Dave persisted like he always did.  Cancer Sun, heart of rowdy denim and gruff warrior stance of an ancient Homerian legend. Dave sang a song. In Lakota.  No drum.  Sang and sang and I was home then. Yes well I can feel Sherman Alexie breathing down my literary neck.  Right about now.  If he is loathe to Barbara Kingsolve, r let's just hope he never reads me, right?

 There is nothing  I can do about it.  This was my life for 25 years. In Indian Country.  Dave came back and  wanted to be sure I was singing with him.  I did.  I was the song he wanted me to learn and In those minutes he had me convinced he was back.  We were back.  In Ashland, We were back. Together.  We were timeless and in a moment. Gone again.  He laid back down to death. And sent in his old brother friend to see me next. I felt like I was in line at a movie show waiting for the autographs I already had collected.  I accepted the continuance of crying for a dream. I moved up the hill of night like a lone wolf on an outmoded quest. Exit. Dave Chief, enter John Trudell.  In my dreams. He is, alive in "real" life  but in the dream he's dead,  clearly silent, cold, laying flat on his back in an old sharkskin suit coat and jeans.  No glasses on.  I stared at him.  Leaned over his cold body. My old. Lover. Whose words I had fallen asleep reading.  An interview done with Trudell, an interview no one has ever read. I don't think it will be in this book, either.   Words people may never see in print.  Lucky or stupid enough to have copies of his  muddled version of reality about Annie Mae Pictou Aquash, M'ik M'aq (1945-1975/6) a member of the American Indian Movement who was found murdered in 1976.  A woman for whom my first book was written and published. Long after her death.  I was reading Trudell's  version of murder,  his  reality as repeated to one of Leonard Peltier's lawyers.  Once.  And then I fell asleep.

Observe Orient Decide Act. Echoing, memorizing my night. 

Not believing John was dead.  Because Dave Chief had just defied death and I thought I  was becoming a fast learner.  I was right. My once dream lover suddenly opened his eyes.  I did nearly jump out my dream  jamies, nearly rolled off the sofa in fright.  He glared at me.  He had no song to teach.  Not a word.  Only a glare, a stare and I was happy he was here, in this world of  dreams,   He looked.  Like he always did. Skiddishly.  Into my soul.  I knew I had to be.  Truth. There is nothing left untold. And then I sang him a lullaby.  There is nothing you need to do, sleep sweet baby, sleep.  It seems he listened to me,  like  he once did, we the  homeless strays who together.  Imagined blue corn cakes,  one fine day. I was telling him there was nothing he could say.  It was up to me, now. 

This morning I did the make black tea, babysit my friend's daughter while mama attended a writer's group, chatted with my daughter about her seeing Barack Obama in person, up in Oregon and just did all the early spring things.  A Saturday in S. California brings.  Then.  Late in the day I phoned a lady in Las Vegas.  About a writer's conference.  She immediately told me a story about selling her as yet unwritten book to a publisher.  It is a murder mystery.  She said "even the most unlikely things can happen.  If you are open to telling people how important your story is.  And why it is so unique."  I had only phoned to find out the schedule of events.  I wasn't looking for happy ending tales of writer's can make a living, too, stories. But there it was.  Her story forced me to visit my story.  I opened the Indian Essays folder on my mac laptop. The book I started 5 years ago.  I had  been sifting through the files all week, truth be told.  Wondering whether to try one last time, to find a publisher for these words, these people, these ways of life that I have had the misfortune to watch die, in one way or another,  as each essay, interview and poem went to print.

  Indian Country is no longer the dusty road to lodge I met nearly 30 years ago.  When I trekked from Pittsburgh, Pa to the west.  To Oregon.  To Coos Bay and Seven Devil's Road.  Oh no.  This is not the same world for any of us.  But ride that bus, I did.  I must.  I must not bury the stories away. That is what the dream explained.   I must have the courage I had when, with my 7 year old daughter,  I packed an old army navy, heavy green canvas bag and boarded the greyhound to start a new life in the west. In 1981.  I must have the courage to simply tell the stories.  Of how Indian Country has died for me and  how it brought me life.

 For so long a time.

I am not afraid to say as a hippie, finding the Indians was the next best thing to living on a commune in Vermont, free school, vegetarian kitchen and all.  Back in 1973.  Yes.  Indians were living connected when I met them. And our lives intersected.  A sweat lodge I went into, not long after Freedom of Religion, signed by Jimmy Carter in 1978, gave me this story today.  Up near Pilot Rock in Southern Oregon, before the horribly controversial SunDances of that land, up there Wallace Black Elk told my pregnant with second baby self, when he could see I was ready to drive away in my 1960 volvo rather than ask him for healing sweat for my baby's arrival. Wallace saw my trepidation, my white shy silly girl look, or something.  Because before I drove away he  came to my car and said "we are glad you are all here.  there are prophecies about all this.  A time would come when the ancestors of those who killed our people would arrive.  Their children would help roll back the carpet of blood which covered this land.  It rolled out from east to west.  The prophecy said you would come.  And help.  Roll back the bleeding Earth, back from the west, back to the east.  That you would come here, to the west."   


Not we shall be released. More like listen and become.  Wallace Black Elk continued:  "And we are all four nations.  All four colors of skin.  Come to live together here.  Your coming here today makes us feel the prophecies are ready.  We are all here.  Red, yellow, white, black".  Wallace said that,  and a few years later Corbin Harney gave me the same story.  Like that.  I know.  Perhaps passé these days, but true. Wallace Black Elk had me, like Rene Zellwiger in Jerry Maguire.  He had me at hello.

All that was a long time ago.

And today Indian Country is more like there are triplet strip malls where nasturtiums used to grown.  Wild.  It is not. Paved is not.  A place I stop, I visit, I take to.  It is not the barefoot place of my youth.  Nor the feast of giveaways inside my middle years. Indian Country is an old growth clear cut for government roads.  And I shall do my best to, no, not plant trees.  But to stretch into multi dimensional realities, hand you a kaleidoscope and cut the frayed tethered rope which harnesses a past which is neither glorious nor gone.  Neither lost nor fruitless.  Neither hapless nor pranna for nirvana.  It is a dream.  I share with you.  One which has many endings.  And is not defined by beginnings.  It is a dream which sings a song from other worlds.  Welcome. As I tell it I travel the place of bronzed flower revivals. Whether or not my feet are scorched by the asphalt of a parking lot where once a ceremony fell, like shooting stars, from a sky into a lake. Inside a desert wired for sound by birds who warble night.


Here find interviews, essays and stories which  re-present Indian Country as I found it.  When I arrived. Indian Country as it comes to me still, In dreams.  Renegades. Founding members of the American Indian Movement (AIM).  Men and women  who ran weapons to defend the right to sing and drum. Women and men who died in that fight. They once became my friends.  And now. Some children  have grown to burn books written by hippies who once tasted the same  desert rain. As they. Now. Dreams. Are where we really live.


antoinette nora claypoole
Redlands, Ca. April 2008
Nottingham, New Hampshire 
Nov. 2011




EXCERPT FROM PART THREE of Ghost Rider Roads

"Decades of Deceit"  by antoinette nora claypoole

Jan. 24, 2011.  An old hotel where "movie stars" have stayed, an Indian Reservation where women are still found frozen to death. A fancy bronze sculpture of an "Indian warrior". Bars and  Courtrooms.  That's Rapid City, South Dakota.  In a line:  a colonizer's town where the Indian Wars were never quite ended.

Today, after years of fighting Extradition from Canada for the murder of his friend Anna Mae Aquash, John Graham, for whom this blog was begun, faces sentencing in South Dakota State Court.  He was found guilty in Dec. of "kidnapping leading to murder", found not guilty of pre-meditated murder.  And sentenced, today, to "life in prison".  His daughter, his friends and family have always believed his innocence. And today he spoke, after not having taken the witness stand during his trial.

According to witnesses, John Graham faced Anna Mae's daughters, in the courtroom today during sentencing. And explained.  What  had said to me in my interview with him.  What his family and friends know.  He never murdered Anna Mae Pictou Aquash.   When I attended his 2005 extradition hearings in Vancouver, B.C., stayed at a "support house" in the city, I learned alot about John Graham, the love his people have for him, and about the man himself.  A gentle demeanor, his  was not accusation nor anger, vindictiveness nor hate.  It was sorrow at having been targetted by people he considered his "friends".

"Once in the 80's", he told me in a funky coffee shoppe not far from where he checked into parole each day,  " Once John Trudell and Dino Butler were facing some heat in the States.  THey needed to hide out.  I gave them a safe shelter here in B.C. until things cooled off.  Why would Trudell turn on me?? And tell lies."  Graham said this over coffee, in a near whisper.  Perplexed.  "I cared about him.  He was my brother".  Shaking his head, looking for the creamer as a distraction to the pain.

Trudell, in fact, had "identified" Graham for the FBI, and his statement was KEY in the extradition of John Graham. In Court, before I left back for the States, the Judge confirmed reliance on Trudell as key in the decision to uphold extradition. (search this blog and you'll find the details). And. What else COULD he do?  The Federal Government has pathways to their version of truth.  And taking their route is often, the only option out of the woods. Alive.

It is not only the loss of a father, activist and friend which has struck Vancouver, B.C. and White Horse Junction up in the Yukon, but also the deep scars of betrayal which were ripped open as not one old AIM person defended John Graham. With neither a statement nor a testimony, a letter or a song.  In fact, when Floyd "Red Crow" Westerman was still alive, he HAD planned a great benefit/event in San Francisco for John Graham.  That was during the Looking Cloud trial, back in 2004. Trudell was initially going to be there, with Floyd.  But the day after i broke the news on KPFK Pacifica Radio, Westerman "cancelled" the event.  When asked why he/Trudell claimed "it was just too controversial" to support John Graham.

Today, Graham's daughter Naneek, a strong and devoted woman, was quoted in the Rapid City Journal as standing by her father. Naturally. "Believing his innocence."

Anyone who has met John Graham, talked with him and considered the circumstances of his arrest stood with Naneek in that courtroom, awaiting another mandate by "justice".  Graham's lawyer plans an appeal, Anna Mae daughters--their vendetta persisting-- continue to call for more indictments of old AIM they claim "ordered her murder". And I.  Wonder at all the people I have met in the American Indian Movement over the past three decades.  Feel all those I have known. Some dead. Many whom I have loved.  I feel the heartbeat of lying as a way to save one's life.  I read and re read the FBI affadavits about "Annie Mae Aquash" alive in Jan. 1976, a month after people claim Graham Killed her.  I recall the first person who told me about Paula Giese, a friend to Annie Mae, how Paula saw Annie Mae after the date people say Graham killed her.  And how Giese died, how Annie Mae's husband Nogeeshik died after "finding out who killed her".

In my mind.  Many AIM  lives have been destroyed. Because the United States has yet to cease the Indian Wars. And all these murdered.  And all those alive, but dead, nonetheless.  Are now joined. As a song around the "old days" drum.  Variant shrills of war woven with love of the Earth.  Pounding into our hearts.  To become One was the dream.  To connect with all things  truth.  These ways are all but gone.  Otherwise, John Graham would not have been  sitting in a white man's courtroom.  With Indian "children" looking to big daddy "justice" to dish up mercy.  Something in the entire fates of Nations. Of Human Beings.  Has gone terribly wrong. John Graham's "sentence" and conviction are the mirror within which we all must face "the truth of the lie".

John Graham Trial: Nov. 29-Dec. 10 2010

 Justice Hangs A Vacancy Sign: : Graham's Guilty Verdict in Aquash Murder Trial
by antoinette nora claypoole

"....in the dream of the living predator arrives. out of the blues...a man calls to justice, justice lies.”  --John Trudell, from "Out of the Blues"


Dec. 12, 2010.  An old song found on youtube.  Over and over.  Playing on the Macbook while I wait for a jury in South Dakota to return to the courtroom with a verdict. On the murder of Anne Mae Pictou Aquash (1945-1975/6).  John Trudell, former “chairperson” of the American Indian Movement (AIM),  was Annie Mae’s friend:  he and her lover Dennis Banks,  were all  an unrelenting,  dynamic force to reckon with back then. Their legacy defies time.   The lyrics of “out of the blues” infinity, haunting.  The words  suit events in Indian Country today.  As much as they did 30 years ago.  When they were written.  “A man calls to justice, justice lies”.

 On Dec. 10, 2010, after nearly a decade of fighting a murder indictment scripted by the FBI,  John Graham, a Canadian First Nations Man and young footsoldier for the (AIM) in 1975 , was found guilty of  murdering his friend Anna Mae Pictou Aquash.  He faces mandatory life in prison. The State of South Dakota claimed Graham killed her 35 years ago, to date, on/around Dec. 12, 1975. And the jury agreed.  But there was no real evidence, just a myriad of change like the weather stories.  And the atmosphere in Indian Country is deeply divided. By the verdict, the murder and the claims to truth everyone seems to own.  Someone said to me  just yesterday. Discompassionately.  “Well it’s a cold case. What do you expect.” I replied.  Defiantly. “There is nothing but heat in this case.  Always has been.”

The efforts by the FBI to blame AIM via John Graham have been going on for over 20 years. Maybe longer. Nothing cold about that.  Nearly since the time in Feb. 1976 when Annie Mae’s body was found, buried as “Jane Doe”. The first autopsy NOT disclosing cause of death as bullet to the head, rather “exposure” and closing the case. Only after family/friends insisted on exhuming her body was it found to be Annie Mae, and that she was shot, brutally.  At that point. The  FBI and Federal/State Prosecutors  moved in on AIM, claiming they killed their own. Moving around the country like an old Buffalo Bill side show, from one old AIM member to another, the Feds have flaunted  a “drawer of seal indictments ready to hand out” (Robert Mandell, Feb. 2004) to any lookey loo who challenges their rant. For years. The brutal truth is Annie Mae had discovered who  had infiltrated AIM.  And she was killed because of it. Some in the Movement thought it meant she was herself a "fed".  But the real informants were threatened by her knowledge.  From the onset the Feds “had” to  protect their own.  Just like they  did and still do. In the high profile Leonard Peltier case.

Like Peltier, Graham was extradited from Canada on faulty “facts”.  And though not as International in stature as Peltier, John Graham has a huge support network up North, in Canada.  His  close friend and long time supporter, Maureen Bourke,  was understandably angry at the jury’s verdict.  She pours out her heart: “I had a glimmer yesterday when the jury asked for clarification. Very briefly, did I believe, that John could come home.”  Her belief in Justice, magical, painful, quashed.

 The jury had deliberated 12 hours on the case, much longer than happened in the trial of another man, Arlo Looking Cloud,  found guilty of Annie Mae’s murder back in 2004. But the Graham Defense rested suddenly without calling one witness—a surprise to many and a sign to some that the Jury, in the end, had no chance to counter the hours of stories they heard against Graham. From one to another, like a cast of folks auditioning for an old Redford flick, Graham was depicted as kidnapping and killing his friend.  No physical evidence was provided in the trial.  Only vague, variant stories told by “witnesses” who for the most part saw nothing. Marshall, who earlier this year was acquitted for his role in the Aquash murder.  Did not want to take the stand.  But was offered immunity.  And thus had to.  He said “no I never gave them a gun”.  And then said “yes. They came to my house”.  The stories are threads of a ragged map. With destination marked in a red X.   Provided by the Prosecutors. The script predictable.  Then. There are  “witnesses” who may have taken the road trip just to claim their 15 minutes of “fame”.  That includes a woman named Candy Hamilton who chimed in again, just like she did at the Looking Cloud dog and pony show. This time she tried to win favor. According to Rapid City Journal reporter Heidi Bell Gease, at the prompting of the Prosecution, Hamilton said " yes the FBI was capable of setting an execution in motion".  Okay?  And so what does that have to do with Graham's guilt?  It is Hamilton's way of trying to not look like a Fed, herself. Tired and old story, all of it.

The "fact" that Hamilton  was “Annie Mae’s good friend” and she claims  Graham intended to kill Annie Mae is just creepy.  Because Hamilton conveniently  never explained why she didn’t save Annie Mae’s life.  If she knew what was going to happen “ at the hands of John Graham”.  Hamilton’s testimony, like others, never mentions the stark, brutal fact: if they knew Annie Mae was going to be killed by Graham, why didn’t someone stop him?  Why wasn’t Annie Mae protected?   But that is assuming Graham was guilty. His innocence would explain a lot.

Graham claims he did not kill Annie Mae.  Quite clearly Graham admitted via a 2004 interview which found me in FBI stew. He admitted  that he DID pick up Annie Mae in Denver, just as the Prosecution claims.  BUT Graham says he  went to “Troy Lyn’s” house to get Annie Mae because she asked him for protection.  She wanted to get out of a place she believed was swarming with Fed informants.  Graham says he took her to a safe house in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.  A house of her choosing.  And never saw her again.  Prosecutor Oswald said in the Graham trial,  the alibi is “just plain stupid”.  But apparently he himself never had to find a place to run, a place to hide.

 Graham’s innocence would explain a lot about the  shreds of shrapnel which live inside those of us.  Who have been inside this quest for resolve. For so long.


Graham’s version of what happened in Dec. 1975 runs deep inside of me. It becomes a  haunting. Perpetual freaky. Apparitions based on an  interview I can’t forget.  I did.  With an Aquash family member, back in the early 90’s. I found a relative of Nogeeshik Aquash, Annie’s Mae’s husband. This was long before Graham, public indictments, Indian newspaper timelines and Fed trials had emerged. The “ Aquash Man” I’ll call him,   was one of the few who would talk with me about Annie Mae back then.

I asked my simple, standard interview questions:  “can you tell me a good Annie Mae Story?  Something about her you remember.  And when was the last time you saw her”  Aquash man was happy to oblige. “Last time  I saw my auntie was “Christmas, 1975.  It was great to see her...she was always good to be around.”  When the timeline and indictments came down.  I was haunted by the remembering of this Christmas Story.  He claimed to have been with Annie Mae two weeks AFTER Graham is said to have shot her.

Graham’s claim to innocence also explains something else.

 The FBI reports from Jan. 1976 which explain seeing Annie Mae in Oklahoma. They even describe what she was wearing.  Those documents were explained to me by Robert Robideau, before he passed: “ It was an FBI error antoinette.  The Feds got the reports mixed up with ‘another Annie Mae’ who was running around Indian Country then”.

With the verdict of Guilty some are still asking: Was Graham the killer??? And I am still asking. What about people who saw her alive after the supposed shooting?  All we have. Is Looking Cloud.  So.  Did he really stand by and watch, as he testified in his changes like the weather story of it all?  The story that in the end, convicted his friend John Graham.

Barry Bachrach, Looking Cloud’s current lawyer  came to the case in 2008. Long after Looking Cloud's trial and sentencing.  But.  As a former lawyer for Leonard Peltier Bachrach is familiar with old AIM days.  Bachrach believes that in the Graham trial “Yes. Justice was served."  He naturally believes  his client's story was true.  Despite the contradictions that can be found by reading various statements Looking Cloud has made over the years.  Including one statement during his appeal in which Looking Cloud, via his attorney at the time, Terry Gilbert,  apparently claimed he would not testify at Graham's trial. Because the events did not happen.  But that was before Bachrach arrived on the scene. Bachrach explains:  “Mr. Graham knows what he did and he knows the truth. Others know what they did. In one sense, you are correct that justice has not been fully served because there were so many people involved...”. 

Who are these people?
 Are they the AIM informants who Annie Mae had discovered while she was in jail in the Northwest, right before she “went missing”???

  This guilty verdict  creates more quakes in Indian Country than it does resolve.  As people know  how much power Big Brother has. To control “reality”.  Indians have always known what the “Great White Father” does. Monica Charles old AIM activist  who knew Annie Mae, continues, like so much of Indian Country,  to try to make sense of the events surrounding her death.  Charles, in her statement  regarding  the Arlo Looking Cloud testimony that sealed Graham’s fate says it straight: “ Did  his lawyer ever ask Arlo about the torture he suffered at the hands of the Amerikan Just Us system? I still believe in Arlo's innocence as I believe in John's innocence. Arlo is in my prayers every day. I saw the FBI in their paramilitary uniforms packing rifles, bullying, bullying, bullying.

They dragged People out of their cars and interrogated them without a lawyer present.”

This. Then. From my book about Annie Mae. After 20 years of covering this story.  It still plays: “I try to explain.  Blame game’s not my thing.  The mystery of Annie Mae’s death, who pulled the trigger matters as much as who set the execution in motion. Addicted to power, people want eyes for eyes, like that’s some kind of anecdote to fear. But like freaked out kids once stuck on a short circuit tilt-a-whirl you are frantic to forget and I say you got no choice.  Remembering helps you decide.  Which ride you’ll go on next...”

annie mae and her daughters, circa 1974
The old Trudell song is still playing.  “In the dream of the living, predator arrives, out of the blues”.  And Graham supporter Maureen Bourke insists:  “I am so angry, we are angry, and we are not going away.  There will be an appeal”.  Like the old music, the old legends and memories of Wild West sideshows. None of this is going away.  Anytime soon.  Annie Mae’s family may have imagined resolve with this conviction.  Yet.  It seems an unlikely promise.  As Graham has family too.  And the people who set this brutal mess in motion.  Are still walking free.










OPENING DAY RANT:


Nov. 28.  Ashland, Or.    In Rapid City, S.D. the jury selection in John Graham trial. Graham is one of the  accused murderers of Anna Mae Aquash, an American Indian Movement warrior who "disappeared" 35 years ago this week.  Her body  was found at Pine Ridge, S.D. in Feb. 1976:  dead via execution. Graham and others were said to have killed her on/around Dec. 12, 1975.  But look closely at the quote below, from an FBI report. As the trial begins,  it is important to review the history of this case.  And decide for yourselves.  The truth of the lies.    Please scroll to the end of this piece for many links to history/primary sources: letters, statements etc. Including.  A letter by Annie Mae.  She knew who the informants were in AIM.  It is clear that her knowledge of their identity was, in the end, her demise.


“Pictou was wearing blue jeans, a red scarf, a long brown coat and moccasins” --FBI report, Feb. 12, 1976


History of Anna Mae

With this COINTELPRO road show. Let’s retrace the steps that lead us here.

It was over 20 years ago when I first heard her name, Anna Mae Aquash, here in the Pacific Northwest. Almost ten years after she had been executed. And only a couple years after stumbling into Indian Country. I remember the night vividly.

Her name didn’t come easily. It wasn’t spoken because people talked about Aquash as a heroine, a warrior who helped Indian kids at the Red School house in Minneapolis. It wasn’t because of her courage in taking her young daughters to a political rally in Washington, D.C., the BIA takeover back in the early 70’s. It wasn’t even “hey Anna Mae” because someone was bragging about her work with the elders on Pine Ridge and her trying to help protect water rights and prevent uranium mining there inside the remote world of Indian Country, barren, poverty infested, warped history lessons of massacre, Rosebud, Pine Ridge, Bear Butte. Nope. It wasn’t for Anna Mae’s courage and bravado, like she was someone Marlon Brando woulda starred against if he’d had the chance.

Nope. I heard about Anna Mae Aquash because people said, quietly, “Yes she was with AIM. But we think she was a snitch, that’s why she was killed”. I spend 10 years researching her life, death and friends to prove them wrong. She was not a fed, but was set-up by the FBI to appear as a threat. To AIM.

In many ways the hands of time have been pushed back by the grown daughters, the dead activists, the young children and dying elders. All speaking in harmonic wails of fright. Who killed Annie Mae? Many journalists, Michael Donnelly, Rex Wyler, many writers Steve Hendricks and Serle Chapman, famous UK writer who recently (summer 08) is alleged to have been working as a “federal informant.” This according to court documents filed on behalf of John Graham in August. Located on Pacer.

All these people have done their time. Asking questions. Serving justice. Working for the Feds. Writing stories. About “who killed annie mae”. But me? My mind,  my fingers are on my own pulse, still alive, I say.

My eyes drift like a death walk. Back into the heartbeat of a Pacific Northwest audience. An event myself and local activists organized: “Apartheid in America”. One night that late winter weekend International Treaty Council person Tom LaBlanc brought an 8mm flick up from San Francisco. It was called “Brave Hearted Woman” and there I heard Annie Mae’s name. Saw her death in the eyes of all of us, like headlights on an Oregon highway which Robert Robideau still claims “did her in. That November (1975) bust here in Oregon was her death sentence, antoinette”.

Anna Mae’s execution went unnoticed, undiscussed by federal authorities AND AIM activists. For nearly 20 years. And then something happened.



 Branscombe Searching for Killers

Her second cousin, Robert Pictou Branscombe was approached by “an agent of some kind” according to Branscombe, in an interview I did with him back in the mid 90’s. The “agent” came up to him at a pow wow in Arizona and said “look at this”.

It was a file, according to Branscombe, which had photos and details about Anna Mae. Branscombe had never heard of her and didn’t grasp the depth of what he had just fancy danced into. Death, murder, lies, secrets, brutal betrayal, lovers and friends colluding with paranoia that Anna Mae was an agent.

Branscombe talked to his mum. “Was she our relative?”

Yes was the answer he got. His mother and Annie Mae were cousins. And everyone back in Nova Scotia, at that time, was still afraid to talk about Annie Mae. Just like it was in MY part of the world. Silence the mantra. Branscombe broke the spell.

He searched, travelled and found people who talked about what happened to his cousin. When he came out with who he felt killed Anna Mae it began what is culminating in Rapid City this Fall, November 29th.  John Graham, from the Yukon Territory, accused of murdering  his friend.

But when Branscombe named Graham there were other names mentioned. Arlo Looking Cloud.  Indicted, found guilty after a 3 1/2 day trial in 2004.  Then came DIckie Marshall.  He was acquitted this past Spring, 2010.  Lastly, Thelma RIos, who just three weeks ago (October 2010)  "confessed" and then was set free.  Her "confession" will certainly be part of the upcoming trial and perhaps become the reason other "Old AIM" may, STILL, be indicted.  In 2004 the Prosecutors told me that " other indictments are in a drawer" waiting to be delivered.

There were “5 or 6 of you” Branscombe said in a public statement published on the web pages of Jordan S. Dill. Back in the late 90’s. And Branscombe claimed some of them were agents who his cousin had discovered as feds. Back then there was even talk of “another Anna Mae”, an imposter, who may have been stirring paranoia about Aquash by posing as a friendly to the FBI.



Serle Chapman, UK writer turns “State”

Fast Forward, back to now.

Dennis Bank's wife at the time of Aquash's murder, Kamook Banks, turned state, a shock revealled back during the Looking Cloud trial, 2004.  People were stunned  as this "warrior" from the old days turns out to be wiring herself to record conversastions with her former husband, Dennis Banks.  A marriage of activists as snitches was made public. With another player making his debut the summer of 2009.  Serle Chapman, best known for writing "Indian Books" with interviews, introductions to his books written by John Trudell and Dennis Banks. Chapman is revealled, in the summer of 2009,  to be working for the FBI as an undercover agent.  For the past six years, or more he fooled alot of Indians and old AIM. It is unclear who actually knew his true identity.  John Trudell did testify in the Looking Cloud trial to knowing about "Neil" Serle Champman. In what capacity, it is hard to know.  The upcoming Graham trial will make this clear, that is a certainty.  As Chapman is said to have "recorded" Graham admitting his role in Aquash's death.  The recording was never authenticated but was given to an AP writer who wrote a piece picked up by the New York Times.  Back in 2004.  He claims Graham confessed.  But, as I say, the tape was not authenticated.  Expect that "fact" to be discussed as part of key evidence against Graham in the next three weeks.

Under the guise of finding Aquash’s murderer, paid informants in this case make a New York parade on Thanksgiving Day look lean. A Revolution against the Brits “aint seen nothing yet”. For as UK author Serle Chapman, who now lives in S. Dakota, is added to the informant “co-operating witness” list, one has to wonder “who is next”. Certainly Thelma Rios will be likely to name names.  Who elses rise as informant.  Soon to be revealled. But let's look at the Chapman factor.

Chapman was paid by the U.S. Government after “cooperating” with their investigation, receiving over $70,000, according to online, Pacer docket files. From August 08 in the U.S. vs John Graham. Posing as a writer and friend to Indians. Taping interviews which Chapman would later turn over to federal prosecutors.Items which may possibly include a “secret”, mystery tape originally circulated about the Graham case a few years back. A recording of Graham which some speculate may have been conducted by Chapman in Canada before Graham was extradited in 2007. This all according to a quiet, piercing buzz in Indian Country.

Chapman had many people believing he was “just a writer”. Including controversial prosecution witness, one time friend to Anna Mae and former Chairman of AIM, John Trudell. Trudell wrote a book introduction for one of Chapman’s projects which places the old AIM figure into a less than poetic chapter of “colluding with the enemy”. Or did he innocently, as so many other of Chapman’s fans, “get taken in” by feeling important enough to have a white guy from Europe want to “tell your story”?? Hard to tell. Still.

Hitherto a poster child for Indian Country, Chapman, best known for a myriad of popular “Indian books” has a rather huge role in all this. Aug. 08 court documents filed by the Defense, and response by the courts (Sept. 08) confirm receipt of funds by Chapman from the U.S. Government, for at best “being a paid informant”, at least “co-operating with the Prosecution”. A decision regarding details of his role was handed down by the court on Sept. 4, 08 and another, sealed from public viewing, on Sept. 8th. And the quest for more witness continues.

Freelance writers not immune, an offer made to me by the Prosecution in July 08 was far less exotic. “Tell your lawyer to talk to me if she needs money”. I politely refused but was told “Don’t worry, all the other journalists we contacted are co-operating”. Finding an attorney is less spendy than life as a betrayer of civil liberties. As journalists we are still able--in theory-- to secure our sources, sanity and neutrality. In fact, this doesn't come without a series of random events, akin to small pox blankets. A story best left for another news clip.

But maybe there’s a reason for all this. Perhaps the quest for “new witnesses” comes because there are still others unnamed in the investigations, events which lead to Aquash’s execution which are begging to be known. And. Like Professor Plum in the library being nuked inside a mushroom cloud. Holding a lit candlestick to time illuminates little of the brutal mystery.


Faulty FBI Files: Anna Mae alive in 1976?

From all corners of this brutal murder, the indictments--including the recent Thelma Rios "confession" -and claims of innocence fail to convince. Why? Because missing in all the attempts to resolve and wrap murder in a post-colonial blanket of truth is a failure to address inconsistencies in FBI files. And the chilling fact that Federal investigations have employed “snitches” and continue to offer revenue to informants who “cooperate” . With that, claims to justice appear less than operant.

Specifically because varied realities about Aquash, where she was seen (or not), who killed her and why, continue to defy the ravages of time.

There are defense and prosecution teams who pursue justice and desire resolve in this case, yet what is emerging in 2008 Rapid City, S. Dakota are a series of events and court documents which sometimes contradict, oftentimes blur the clear path to truth.

That is, a weave around the murder theory which might be fraying.

And. Yes. There is more to the story. As a Leonard Peltier support organizer, Els from a popular Indian e-newlist says “If we wrote this and gave the script to Hollywood they’d never buy it. They’d say the whole thing’s too far fetched”.

In Aug.2008 the defense for John Graham, John Murphy of Rapid City, S. Dakota, made surprising court requests. It appears Murphy has filed request pertaining to it’s knowledge that an FBI file written in Feb. 1976 claims that Annie Mae Aquash was seen alive two months after Graham is alleged to have killer her. “Wearing blue jeans.....and moccasins” somewhere on Pine Ridge. In Feb. 1976.

Why is this important?

The obvious. Because John Graham is accused of killing Annie Mae before Christmas, 1975 and various, unauthenticated FBI reports claim what appears to be multiple Annie Mae sightings weeks AFTER Aquash was supposedly shot and killed, on Dec. 12, 1975 by Graham.

It’s not the first time the “Annie Mae alive” theory has been spun, but the first time a legal team has taken the words and dressed them in defense of the accused.


“Pictou was wearing blue jeans, a red scarf, a long brown coat and moccasins”, from an FBI memorandum sent on Feb. 19, 1976. Two months to the day. After the alleged Aquash murder. I have to keep saying that. Over and over. Wrapping myself, us, around the new spin. Reading these scanned pages I finally stop. A pause, a prayer for all the times Aquash and others were, have been, watched and detailed. The tattoo on a shoulder, the nuance of slinging burgers, all become sentences which document our lives. Through the eyes of spies.

The agent listed at the top of scanned, aging and faded page in a PDF bleeds through. Special Agent. David Price. Appears. To have written about the blue jean Annie Mae sighting. From a source who remains anonymous, per FBI policy to redact (withhold) names. Despite efforts by the Graham Defense to have the name released per prior legal cases where are sources are not “unequivocally” protected, a ruling by Judge Duffy on Sept. 4, 2008 dismissed the FBI file as “a mistake” that is proven by Aquash’s “decomposed body”. Yet, 1976 coroner reports she was “partially decomposed” and suggested Aquash was exposed for 7-10 days. Before being found. That would put her ALIVE on Feb. 12, 1976. If we believe the faulty coroner.

The Sept. 08 ruling to keep “secret” the one witness who might help Graham in his defense is a blow. To the matrix of all who want justice. If it was a mistake, let the informer explain to us. To a jury. Why not? The ruling perplexes. The judge’s disregard for the government’s own reporting and file keeping is less suspicious than it is revealing. Nothing is what it seems and reports are only true if the court favors their content. Perhaps. Still. The questions linger.

Who was the informant?

And why didn’t anyone, including Price, mention this in Looking Cloud’s trial? I wonder out loud. No worries about secrets. Price, an FBI agent who allegedly threatened Annie Mae before she was killed was also the infamous sole ominous “witness for the defense” in that Feb. 04 murder trial.

Price. A man described by Robideau as “Little Custer”.....who wrote the three Poor Bear affidavits used to extradite LP {Leonard Peltier} back to the U.S.... that the Government later admits were fabricated..... should we believe his reports now?”

Robideau’s rant is adamant and he answers his own question. Yet. There are more.

Fragments of files attempting to confirm this bizarre turn. Arrive. Via Robideau. Teletyped reports claiming Aquash alive was a mistake. But for other reasons Another sighting her in a mustang. Filed by unnamed informants in and around AIM. 1976. Sent out to Portland, Denver, Rapid City. Unauthenticated, they nonetheless create dust devils in a prairie of cisterns. The vague oasis blurred.

When seen in teletype, though, something still takes hold; “Anna Mae Aquash....January 28, 1976 driving en route Tulsa. Oklahoma, in white over red 1975 Pontiac Grand Prix....vehicle reportedly owned by Aquash...she is former wife of (name deleted) who is reportedly in Oklahoma City Territory at present time and she may be planning to meet him”.

Can the intersection of past and present get more complex? You bet.

Branscombe and his “5 or 6 of you” proclamation. Comes to mind. And. The early ’76, “other Annie Mae” theory. Running around Indian Country. An imposter? A coincidence that another AIM activist had the same first name, Anna Mae?

An email from someone who doesn’t want his name in print, asking to remain anonymous gets into the frayed fabric of deception: “There is Anna Mae Tanaquodle in Oklahoma who was originally thought to be Aquash until the FBI interviewed her. It was this “other Annie Mae” who was around confusing people”. This is sent my way to “prove” it would seem, that any Annie Mae sighting can be explained by the Oklahoma, potential informant/imposter “Anna Mae” working at Fitzgerald’s Place.





The Other Annie Mae

A blown tire in this road trip lets no one get to be who they say they are. The questions persist.

Was this “other Annie Mae” a federal agent? Was it really HER that the FBI says was driving mustang, a grand prix, going to see her husband? Was the “other Annie Mae” intentionally targetting Aquash as fed, impersonating, with an FBI alliance which would cost Aquash her life? Or was Aquash still alive and the tag you’re it game was in play?

Though most in Indian Country confirm a packet of extensive, authenticated FBI records exist. Others believe that the whole thing is a sideshow.

The documents by the Defense which mention Annie Mae alive are “razzle, dazzle. Nothing but bullshit” Robideau explains as though he we offering a closing statement back in the day. “This is nothing but creative writing on the part of the defense” Robideau reads the riot act about it all. And believes that the Marshall arrest is less historic than canarylike—“All we needed was someone else to name Graham.....even if Looking Cloud doesn’t talk, again, we have Marshall now”. And they wouldn’t have Marshall, without Looking Cloud, according to a source close to the case who explains that Looking Cloud left jail to talk at a recent grand jury in Sioux Falls. Perhaps.

Ragged FBI teletype once again arrests the spin. “....Individual thought to be subject Aquash in reality Tulsa AIM activist”, reported on Feb. 19, 1976 in those raggedy ass scanned papers.

Trying to authenticate the files sent to me, random pages of "Anna Mae sightings" , I contact Michael Kuzma, FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) attorney for Leonard Peltier. After a visit to Peltier in Pa. prison, late Aug. 08, Kuzma reviews the copies: "some of these files are tampered with, unauthentic. Look at the typeface on one of these pages, for instance. And what are those page numbers. Those don’t exist on FBI files”. With eyes like a redtail hawk hovering over an interstate of hungry commuters, Kuzma can neither locate "originals" in his personal files of "resmurs" which includes Aquash documents, nor does he believe the copies I have are necessarily authentic.

Maybe someone wants me to believe things that aren't true. There's a novel idea. People trying to force feed me a story.

“Wowsie, haven’t been here before, right?” I lie.

We both laugh nervously. We talk of the difficulty, the brutal fact that truth is elusive in his profession. A mere reflection of pandemic imperfection in the human condition. I sort through the stacks of questions on my laptop PDF’s. And wish I had a way to rewrite time.

Perhaps the FBI files were sent because many in Indian Country have a very clear agenda. We’ll just leave it at that.

It’s true. Many in Indian Country are staunch believers that Graham murdered Annie Mae, that Graham pulled the trigger in Dec. 1975. It’s true. That Robideau is not alone. In his belief that “Graham is finished”. Quite definitively. Most everyone I have spoken with in the 5 years--since early indictments were handed down--most everyone I talk with believes Graham raped and killed his friend. Anna Mae Aquash.

Yet. Graham’s defense, in soliciting for DNA testing (per the rape accusation) and in unearthing an FBI Annie Mae sighting long after she was supposed to be dead. Graham defense defied, for a moment, the ghost of imagination.

For even as Graham supporter Matthew Lien, back in 2006 called for “anyone who saw Annie Mae at Christmas time, 1975, please contact us” I suddenly remembered an eerie sighting myself. Something about a “Paula Giese” website. That was sent to me when I first started writing my book for Annie Mae, to break the warped silence about her life. The early 1990’s website was supposed stories about “Annie Mae’s last Christmas” 1975.

Many times I have been told, sometimes I have been threatened and most times I had ear muffs on. “Don’t talk about the timeline, antoinette”. More than one hardy seasoned character talked to me like this.

As the trial is only 6 weeks away, I wonder what kind of sound proof rooms the defense has.

And am even more curious about “the other Annie Mae” documents and how they may, or may not, surface to deafen more muted ears.

That is, as I write this inside my own quest for neutrality and civil liberties of writers, there is an imagining that the frayed weave of “truth” be challenged. To reinvent itself as a warm blanket, wrapping murder tightly into the psyches of everyone who knows what happened. And can never tell.


John Graham circa 2006
Heroes and Snitches

This game of informants in a Movement is being played not only within Indian Country but as a green show. For an entire new generation of activists who may watch in awe as the Federal Government continues to drag up people from the past. Who are expected to be like singing canaries in a room full of crows. No one is shocked. Indians always seems to get the small pox blankets before the rest. “It always happens first Indian Country” the old guys used to say.

Finding, indicting, arresting and convicting. Still. The resolve to actually grasp the events which surrounded the murder of Anna Mae Aquash continue to remain elusive. The successful quest for “new witnesses” promises even more work for the Defense, and potentially more paid “informant” testimonies for the Prosecution. Quite a plethora of needs. The case, nonetheless, continues to serve various camps who either want to see AIM take the rap for Aquash’s death or have a need to hide facts about paid informants who may have silenced her. Because she “knew too much” as both her cousin Branscombe and friend Trudell used to tout.

Maybe Ben Carnes, an AIM activist from Colorado says it best, in a recent piece he wrote for Leonard Peltier:

In the Aquash case, it seems strange that all of a sudden the Justice Department and FBI are being cast as heroes in solving the case.....if Graham is convicted, then will the case be over for Indians? Will "justice" be served on a plate of BS and greedily devoured by anti-AIMers and the media?”

The verdict is not in on either front. Though it doesn’t take a political historian or a collection of fries in a happy meal. To guess. That none of this will be over anytime soon.

The Graham trial, now scheduled for October 6, 2008 in Rapid City, S. Dakota, may do what so many quests accomplish. Frame the questions in ways that answers are inconceivable to fathom. To renounce or embrace. The summer of love is long gone. Or, maybe it’s like an old Indian guy once told me “sometimes you White people ask too many questions. Just watch. The things around you. You’ll learn alot that way”.

And then there’s that ominous anonymous email I received the day before the Marshall arrest “it ain’t over after Graham”.

The beat goes on is all I could reply.



Sources:

2008  antoinette claypoole Interview with Robert Robideau (RIP)
Ben Carnes quotes used w/permission by author.

1. Court Documents and Rulings in the U.S. vs John Graham: Aug., Sept. 08
www.grahamdocuments.blogspot.com

2. PACER: Federal Court Docket
http://pacer.psc.uscourts.gov/

3. antoinette nora claypoole: contacted by the FBI,  statement re Journalism Civil Liberties: Aug. 08
www.johngrahaminterview.blogspot.com

4. History of this Case 2003-present:  blog index
http://antoinetteclaypoole.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursday-dec_07.html

5. "The Border Crossing of John Graham" hEyOka magazine
Extradition of JOHN GRAHAM: Dec. 07
http://www.heyokamagazine.com/HEYOKA.10.JohnGraham.1.htm

6.New indictments/acquital: old AIM and Annie Mae Murder 2010

7. Looking CLoud Trial/John Trudell testimony: AUDIO: PACIFICA RADIO BROADCAST ARCHIVE from Looking Cloud Trial: antoinette, 2. 03
http://heyokamagazine.com/HEYOKA.9.Antoinetteclaypoole.ArloTrial.htm

8. Looking Cloud Trial/Kamook Banks informant testimony:
www.lookingcloudpieces.blogspot.com

9. Graham Defense Committee: Annie Mae alive at Christmas: spring 06
http://antoinetteclaypoole.blogspot.com/2006/08/annie-mae-alive-at-christmas-1975.html

10. Statements from Annie Mae’s family: 05, 07
http://anniemaefamily.blogspot.com/

11. Serle Chapman/"Dickie Marshall" updates: 2010
http://antoinetteclaypoole.blogspot.com/2010/04/marshall-acquitted-in-anna-mae-murder.html


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about Annie Mae's Murder
antoinette's Interview with John Graham (2004)
antoinette's Interview with Vernon Bellecourt (2000)


article about INFORMANTS:
Serle Chapman and Kamook Banks

notes about "the other Annie Mae"
        (scroll down about 1/2 into the article)



AUTHOR BIO
antoinette nora claypoole bio/WORK: current/past
http://www.antoinettewritings.blogspot.com

John Graham Trial ....sometime soon??


Thirty Five Year Lies     by antoinette nora claypoole

Oct. 17 2010.  Ashfield, Mass.  Inside the hands of time fate holds lives captive.  Especially when a world out of balance turns away from the heartbeat of Earth, when a world stricken with greed perceives love as something to dominate.

"Oregon Bust, 1975
Thirty five years ago this month, in fall 1975, Anna Mae Aquash was part of the American Indian Movement (AIM), a key brave woman. Proudly part of a wild time in history.  When people were in the  midst of reclaiming  being "Indian".  A dangerous road to travel.  She was part of the "Banks" gang at the time, hiding out in Oregon/Washington State, preparing an action with AIM to protest at all the bicentennial celebrations that were being planned around America for July 1976.  The idea was to remind the cities and towns around this country that First Nations people had some treaties that needed to be honored.  But I wasn't there.  It would be best to hear from Dennis Banks or LoudHawk or even Leonard Peltier...what were those plans and how far out as we used to say were they going to be...

We can't ask Annie Mae, even though she was part of the organizing group, because three weeks after being busted in Oregon---along with Dennis Bank's wife, Kamook, who later was found to be an informant for the U.S. Government --Annie Mae "went missing".

Most everyone in Indian Country by now, knows this story.  She was released without bail after showing up for a court hearing in Pierre, S. Dakota in Nov. 1975 and many people who loved her never saw her again.  She went to Denver and stayed in a "safe house" with AIM friends.  And then something went dark. Broken windows back of a van over the edge. Sometime in the next three months she was murdered.  And John Graham, held in a prison in Rapid City, S.Dakota, extradited from Canada nearly three years ago, is facing charges that he murdered his friend, Annie Mae.

According to John Graham in an interview I did with him after the Arlo Looking Cloud trial---another man indicted and sentenced to life for Annie Mae's murder---Graham explains he got a call from Annie Mae  "she needed help" when she was in Denver.  She didn't feel safe in that sketchy house and wanted to get out.  Annie Mae knew federal agents had threatened her life. She felt like they were there. In Denver. Maybe even at the house. She was probably right.

Graham agreed.
He picked her up and drove her North.

This much is true.

What happened after that is an awful, brutal mystery to some, while others feel they "know the facts".

Graham has said repeatedly that he dropped Annie Mae off at another 'safe house' in S. Dakota, on the rez.  That he never saw her again.  Many other people, including the FBI and Federal Agents who threatened her life, say that Graham took her to cold dark butte and shot her.  On the orders of "old AIM".  He has always said that's just not true. Despite the "mystery" tape recording.  It emerged after the Looking Cloud trial and claims  hold to a "confession" by Graham.

The courts recently released some, but not all, information about that tape.

It was part of the undercover work being done by yes.  Another informant, friend of Kamook Banks aka Darlene Ecoffey. This time the informant was Serle Chapman. He had quite a following of the old AIM guys in the 90's.  Posing as a "writer" of Indian books, which he did with quite a flair,  Chapman was at one point considered (and may still be)  the prosecution's "star" player against Graham.  Based on a tape  Chapman is said to have recorded when "talking with" John Graham.  A tape no one authenticated. Chapman may still be their stellar poster child. A man posing as a friendly to indians, working for the feds. That's an old billboard sign.

And yet.  There has never been a weapon found.  There are no witnesses other than Looking Cloud, whose story changes like the weather in the badlands on a "good day".  There is nothing the Feds have to go on with their claim against Graham except a threadbare yarn, a story told over and over in different ways to different people, by Arlo Looking Cloud.

WHen Graham's trial begins people will hear statements from "witnesses".  Some of them have been offered and given immunity from the Federal Government.  That is, they testify against Graham and the Feds promised not to indict THEM for Annie Mae's murder.  Everyone in AIM back then was suspect.  At one time or another.  That is, the Feds have claimed all along that they can indict any number of people, Robert Mandall U. S. Attorney shared that with me in a small interview I did with him a few years back.  So.  At Graham's trial there will be people who claim they know this and that about Annie Mae's murder.  Their stories emerge from Looking CLoud and the "investigation" done by Paul Demain and News From Indian Country.  But the stories don't involve anything but hearsay.  She said they said she did say he killed her.

As the trial looms, the 35 years since Annie Mae went "missing" pushes into our psyches.  THose of close us  to this case, this history, over the years, know there will never be "resolve" in Annie Mae's murder.  And that John Graham defied the Feds when they threatened him "you tell us names of old AIM who killed her or we will claim YOU did it".  He took the chance at telling his truth.  And now goes to trial. Despite the fact that there are FBI communiques which emerged stating "Anna Mae Aquash" seen in Oklahoma, Jan. 1976, weeks after she was said to have been murdered by Graham.

If this trial is anything like Looking Cloud's there will be a cast of characters which would make a Redford movie jealous.

They will all testify "for the prosecution" because the feds have their ways of threatening people and sending out subpoena's.   As this whole dog and pony show--as Russell Means described the Looking Cloud mess--goes forward, remembering Annie Mae is the best thing some of us can do.

She was murdered.  Someone claiming to be AIM was posing as an informant in AIM.

Annie Mae had discovered who they were.  While she was in Oregon, in that "mobile home" bust 35 Autumns ago.  Is it any surprise that a few weeks after she writes a letter to John Trudell that she has discovered who the informants are, she goes "missing".  Is hiding out, worried for her life.  Whoever those agents were,  I would imagine that at least one of them is still walking around out there in the world.

S/he will probably never be held accountable for Annie Mae's murder.

While John Graham-- who was a young man from Canada when he met Annie Mae and claims she taught him "so much about the old ways"--has fought.  And taken all the heat for this murder.



Yes.  Protection for he, his family.  And Anna Mae's People.

Remembering Annie Mae, her courage and strength, her "attitude" as Trudell once called it to me.  Remembering what she knew.  Remembering the people who hated AIM, who planned killings on Pine Ridge, who threatened Annie Mae with her life. These same people just might not  be trusted to conduct a "fair trial" and actually tell the truth about her murder.  That is something her husband Nogeeshik Aquash believed he had figured out.  The day before HE died msyteriously.  The story, the murders, the brutal loathing the U.S. Government has had for First Nations is ugly, twisted and persists.


photo of Anne Mae 
by Anne Pearse Hocking 
at Seige of  Wounded Knee, 1973, on her wedding day ...


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