My Chickasaw mother was 2nd youngest of 12 children. I had Uncles old enough to be great grandfather. I had 3rd cousins older than my parents. Point being, this family was humongous until Huntington's disease killed 3/4 of my family in a 12 year span.
 Every last one of my Aunts, Uncles, and cousins who had a work ethic rose from third world poverty to middle class, and some to upper middle class. The only ones that did not were either disabled, mentally ill, or took after my grandfather.
 When I went out in the real world I learned my family is not unique and mirrors society. Having lived amongst these people I know all too well their dysfunctional nature, and the nature of their dysfunction. 
 My family threw the bums out so they could not inflict their dysfunction on the family.
It's is long overdue society does the same.
 For the record, I did not dehumanize anyone. These vagrant social parasites dehumanized themselves.