Poverty, Moldy Homes and Our Government R Killing Us

The amount of my brothers and sisters who have ended up living on the streets and in the cities away from our families have made me anger at the system that has forced all of us to live where we are now. Away from our families, broken like a dropped mirror shattered and splintered in the same way. Once we were one and now we are almost none. This to me mean cultural genocide by forced assimilation. The colonizers take our children our and our land. Denying us access to our children and our traditional food and then try and return our children all splintered and shattered because we can no longer feed them our traditional foods, speak our language or house them when they do try and return home.
The system is killing us one at a time, piece by piece and pill by pill. Way to often our families are returned home dead spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically. All broken shattered and splintered not knowing who are family is, not even being given an Indian name.
We are being returned home to moldy run down houses that are causing our next generation to die of premature deaths. Some don't even get a chance to take that first breath, but who would want to? They they leave behind their mothers and father to grief and suffer as they try and give you life in a moldy old run down place called home.
Is there much difference between life on the streets and life on the rez? I don't think so. I have never lived on the rez but I have on the streets. My oldest brother has spent his entire life living on the rez,,,fighting for every breath...fighting for our treaty rights...fighting for the next generation. When he was about thirty years old he had his first heart attack. Now he was the most physical fit out of us three surviving kids. He also suffers from arthritis and has survived a double lung transplant to help his chances at a better productive life.
My youngest brother suffered at the hands of both my parents abuse. I wrote a little bit about him in my other blog sight. But he is one of the toughess men I know and has a heart as big as he is. I don't know much about his physical health cause we never grew up together.
As for me I know that a part of my ailments are due to the fact that when my mother was pregnant with me I inherited some ailments from her. Both my oldest brother and I suffer from breathing problems as well as muscle disorders. His I am sure is made worse by life on the rez. My is brought on by living in the city where the air is not as fresh. Both of us have had to live with the man made chemicals of the colonizers who have continuously oppressed all of our ancestors. In the same old moldy house..no, but the same system that has cause our parents and their parents to die a premature death just like our baby brother did when he was four.
Is there a cure for these premature deaths yes. Honor the first people forget about the government and their by-laws and remeber the humanitarian thing and just build the homes the our ancestors were promised decades ago.
We once were the leading race on turtle island and now we are less then dive percent of the entire population.