“They have shelters here…” Her voice was soft, she was looking down at her hands. Her eyes darted from me to the cement sidewalk she was sleeping on.”They aren’t bad or anything, but their rules are so strict that…” she paused again to rub her legs, “its hard to be in them,” she whispered trailing off. Her name was Shiela and she was houseless and one of our newest RoofLEssRadio reporters from the streets of Occupied Western Turtle Island the colonizers called Salt Lake City