{"id":98364,"date":"2022-01-13T13:31:37","date_gmt":"2022-01-13T21:31:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364///wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//www.yesmagazine.org/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//?post_type=article&p=98364"},"modified":"2022-01-18T16:49:11","modified_gmt":"2022-01-19T00:49:11","slug":"native-perspective-on-homelessness","status":"publish","type":"article","link":"https:/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364///wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//www.yesmagazine.org/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//opinion/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//2022/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//01/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//13/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364//native-perspective-on-homelessness","title":{"rendered":"Smoked Salmon for Amelia: A Native Perspective on Homelessness"},"content":{"rendered":"/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n
The city of Tacoma, Washington, now sits on what was once Puyallup tribal land. Many little villages of wooden longhouses once sat by streams and rivers. Food and shelter for the Puyallup came from the land, as did their identity and sense of being. They were bound to their environment through song, story, art, and ritual./wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n
The Puyallup knew nothing of homelessness. Strong kinship ties made sure everyone had a place to stay and food to eat. Today, that spiritual tapestry is virtually gone. The new non-Native residents of Tacoma don/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/u2019t talk about the spiritual nature of the land. Instead, they refer to it as /wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/u201cthe streets./wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/u201d/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n/wp-json/wp/v2/article/98364/n