Cherokee family attacked by the state of Oklahoma

My story goes deep and far into a past that I can elaborate a novella into and produce exposure of a corruption that I could care less about. What I do care about is my family. When I mean family, I mean those that love me, and not the family that has abandoned me after life support in 2020. I returned to the state of Oklahoma in 2019 to start a Cannabis grow, just to have guns pulled on me by family in front of children for a dog taking someone's teeth, you read that right, in midwestern fashion, over some teeth! Then after we were hit with tornado and no insurance covered cannabis farms, going red caused stress on family. I was the person to gather people together to try and stop poverty inside our family and provide for our future generations after moving back from San Francisco and being the knowledge of the group. Yet at the end of harvest season, when I stopped by the farm after a few drinks, I was told I was being thrown out of the company, which was a rule, we cannot throw anyone out as we are family. I told my brother I would beat his ass for even spewing this rhetoric, and he ran to the barn and grabbed a rifle in front of his daughter. Is that a claim to be killed for? No. That is where it goes back to my heroin addiction. My mother passed when I was 18 and I had been in many car wrecks at high velocity, eventually going from pain medications to heroin after a crackdown on opiates when Big Pharma could no longer denied they created an epidemic. I went to prison and remained sober since 2014, with some slip ups. But in 2017, a close family friend died from drinking and pills bringing back to my hometown. While in town for a funeral, a young lady showed up at my house, beaten and drunk. I had no time and my heart was with my friend. The next night she died in my house from a heroin overdose that the city and the townspeople have crucified me over. The story is strange, as I am born son of Mary, my father is a carpenter, and I practically hold the stigmata, including a scar where it look like a spear went through my side. This is where the story deepens. During covid, I had 3 seizures back to back putting me on life support without any answer of what took place, just that I would now have a seizure disorder for life. It is not like your everyday seizure disorder and I am giving liquid xanax and emergency medications because of the severity of it. My family disappeared and when I had no place to go, I returned to my old family house that was dilapidated under and agreement that a small town's attorney and my father's friend drew papers for a rent to own lease. This would just be for us to be left in the cold without heat and raw sewage pumping all over the neighborhood. After we were evicted when we gave legal notice to fix, and the City of Pryor shut our power off so my father could go around my security cameras and go in and steal from us. Then he placed a trespassing order on us, using the police chief and small town and county to oppress us, after installing a brand new ac unit for a large house. All of this was taking place while I was working for TikTok. While working from home, during a mental health call for my girlfriend, I was choked by the city police during training for "standing up too fast", with my gf telling him to get off he will cause a seizure. I stared back at that officer as his partner watched, I held everything back to not return violence as I would have retired that swine fuck. During that time, TikTok and Alorica both claimed ties to law enforcement, pretty much making it a big brother program for the workers and the users alike. Even with the Orwellian acts, there was no response on every level that I reported to, nor was there an attorney nor civil rights counsel to come to my fight. Which has lead me to a lot of violent thoughts, I will not lie. I am working on exposing TikTok as a major streamer for pedophilia and how it links social media to suicidal rates among youth and other policies. I also was given a cease and desist order to stop speaking on it and threatened with lawsuit. They fear me and what I have to say, that is why there has been no lawsuit. I have full proof of harassment that took place in the workplace, and I also hold the policies to TikTok leaving them with their dick in their hands. My family has been subjected to government phones, our every key strokes are monitored, and we can not break away from the cycle that has me silence and trying to break apart our family. I have not reached out to this community, but I need legal help. I need help paying my bills. I need help fighting the state. The state is my enemy. What they have done is traumatized a child and his mother over my past. I am past the point of "trying" anymore and am tempted by violence everyday. That is not who I am, and I do not know anyone, anyone. But I need help from a community that cares and a community that gives a shit that a corporation and a state are and have abused a tribal family. You would think that our tribe would stick up for us, but that is where our family interferes. We have been cancelled and shut out at every turn. We need help, please.... Our children are being exploited and killed off, and it is time for someone to defend children to the core. Reach out to me @anarchist1605 TikTok [email protected]