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Native peoples are impacted by the opiod crisis

From Central America to the United States

Native  peoples  have the highest rates of opiod addiction in this country. This is leading to high rates of incarceration, violence, broken  families and children going from school to prison or committing  suicide. 

Currently  a  large influx of Indigenous people are coming to the United States  from Central America. The results of opiod related devastation.


Men,  women and children are fleeing opiod related persecution and corruption  in their  homelands including Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras and  Nicaragua. They often walk the entire way carrying small children and  eluding gangs and cartels, surviving extreme weather conditions and  finally facing deplorable conditions when they arrive at the border  seeking sanctuary.

All Relations United is Working Directly to Assist Refugees

 "In their eyes, I see the violence and despair they've struggled  through in their homelands and on their long journeys to a safer destination with loved ones or sponsors in the U.S.  Genocide in Guatemala, intimidation by cartels, human trafficking....the sadness at leaving parents, grandparents and family  they may never see again to try to make better lives for their  children."  Lorelei Horse Stands Waiting, Managing Director

A Third World Country Exists in America

The United States Is Only As Great As It's Native Peoples Are Treated

We are a country of immigrants. Many of our ancestors and immigrants today came here because of persecution  or poor living conditions in their homelands. Yet Native Americans have been persecuted, their land, way of life and culture destroyed despite many government treaties to the contrary, all of which have been broken. Because of this the people live in appalling conditions with little hope for improvement.  


Please watch the following video to better understand present day conditions and their origins:  


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS6ARB2CgLI&t=16s

Help is needed now!

We all need to be the change that we wish to see in this world.

How You Can Make A Difference

Please go to our Donate button on the home page and give any amount that you are able to. This will enable All Relations United to set up projects and address current needs among Native Americans in the most vulnerable areas. Your support will reach far and is  appreciated!

The REality- A rez Winter

On the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation


In the night, a winter wind screams and howls around the plywood and tar paper shack that is their home near Wounded Knee.


Elders, two Lakota old ones  lay on their bed covered with blankets and one star quilt that was  given to them by their daughter who has moved to Rapid City.


 Shivering, Grandmother tries to console her thin sick husband of over 60  years by softly telling him that the storm will be over soon.


 A three day blizzard from the North creates drifts four feet deep while  a few flakes have found their way under the door as cold air snakes  across the room seeking out anything that is warm.

Cracked single  pane windows completely covered in frost and ice, the floor feels like a  frozen lake...a single light bulb on the ceiling flickers and then goes  out.


Must be the storm Grandma says quietly. In a little while  I'll get up and put more wood in the stove yet she knows the last of it  was burned away yesterday. The stove is cold and dark.


Our  Grandson will be here tomorrow won't he, Grandpa asks once again? I  heard him say that he was bringing commodities out for us.


I'm  sure he will be here, she answers....he is a good young man. 


She decides  against telling him that storm has made their Grandson two days late.

 Do you remember that hot summer day when we first met at powwow, she  asks? Do you remember how the sun warmed our skin and we were so happy?
 Yes, says Grandpa from under the blankets, I do. It was a good day, a  very good day. We were young and you were so pretty in your new jingle  dress.


I can still see the sunlight on your shiny black hair she said, and that sly wink you gave me in front of my Mother.He managed a weak smile even with his wrinkled lips stiff from the cold. Ha!, he said. She didn't like me very much then.


Thirty-five below zero with banshee winds that drive a deep cold into their home like spikes from a giant's hammer.Outside, horses and deer stand still with their tails to the bitter  wind, some nearly losing their grip on life as the temperature falls.


Neighbors, homes, only five hundred yards apart....in this storm they could just as well be miles away.

No smoke from the stove pipe, no light in the house, no way to stay warm. How does this happen?


Ice forms in a bucket used to melt snow for water and yesterday's morning coffee.

Old plastic stapled over the windows heaves in and out as the cold finds every opening, invading everywhere.

 The propane tank outside has been empty for a week...no one came. A  small wood burning stove has done it's best with pieces of wooden  pallets and half rotten corral poles.


Wolves of winter continue to claw and bite at the walls.

 It must be almost morning Grandma says to herself. Even in the darkened  room she can see her warm breath mix with cold heavy air.


Surely  Grandson will be here soon. Someone will come for us. In the old  squeaking bed she moves closer to her husband for warmth and pulls the  quilt up to her eyes.

Are you ok she asks him? Yes, he replies very slowly, but I am feeling colder...did you put more wood in the stove?


 Hesitating she whispers...yes, just a minute ago while you were  sleeping. It'll be warming up soon and in a few hours I will make you a  good breakfast. Go back to sleep now.


It all seems like a long  hazy dream...into sleep...no cold, waking up....the cold again. The roar  of a freezing wind that enters your soul and then cries for release.  Even in their dreams they hear it, there is no escape. 

Why are  we here alone at this time? Will we live through this? How are all the  animals doing? Is our family thinking of us? Are they as cold as we are?


 Time goes by so slowly, how much time?....Grandma can hear the ticking  of their old wind up clock nearby. Grandpa dreams of Sun Dance.


Then, in a glowing light they see each other and realize that they are warm and the wind has stopped.

 A day later the big yellow road grader fights it's way out to their  home. Behind, a propane truck and Grandson driving his old Ford pickup.


He breaks through the drifts and opens the door.....snow on the floor, quiet, cold, then fear.

Grandpa, Grandmother! Are you ok?


Silence...is all that greets him

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