I have a new room mate... why is everyone so mean to him?

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Well today has been one very rough day. I went to visit my son today, which was about an hour and a half drive for me. My phone died on the way down there, but that is okay because it doesn't work in that town anyhow. When I got home it was late, but I plugged in my phone to charge it and see if anyone had called me. My grandma left me a message about someone needing to stay with me, but I didn't catch the name. So, I checked my other voice message and it was my little brother saying that my mom had kicked him out of the house and asked me if he could stay a few days with me. I was kicked out of the house myself when I was 17 for something I didn't do so I felt horrible and jumped back in my car and went to pick him up. My mom came out to the car and told me that if I can't handle him, then no one can. I laughed and said "Why because I'm a b*tch." And she smiled and laughed nervously. Great. I'm known for being the rebel in my family. Not because I'm truly a rebel, but because I refuse to kiss their butts and let them make me feel like I'm such a piece of poor white trash. Anyhow, I got my brother home and sat him down and made him tell me what happened. My sister got kicked out of my grandma's house so she wanted to move in with my mom and Karra and Trenton don't get along very well so she told my mom that he tried to beat her up! Now, this is stupid because Trenton was at work all day and came home to find Karra telling my mom this. So, my other sister called the police on my brother and the police officer told them that they had no right to make that call because no one was hurt and my mom can't legally kick my brother out of the house in the middle of the night with no place to go. So, Trenton got really upset and went to his ex girlfriend's house and tried to kill himself and ended up at the local physc hospital. So, when he got out they had him on medication that I've heard of and I know what it does to a person, but everyone else didn't believe that it was prescribed and they all refused to give him a place to live unless he went to rehab first! The poor kid just tried to kill himself because he didn't think anyone loved him! He was down. So, finally he got ahold of me and I took him home to my house and then my mom calls me and starts in on this story of how she found drug paraphilnia in his room. I asked her about it and it was sooooo bogus. I'm not a drug conisiar by any means, but okay, she said she found bright colored tubes with stars on them and that it was extacy. Haha. I told her that extacy in our area looks like excedrin and if he really was doing that he would use one of her empty excedrin bottles to store it in. So, he said she found a box that had a knife with white powder on it and I asked her if there was a glass plate with it. No. So, then I told her that it probably wasn't cocain because their would be something like that to better see the cocain and make it easier to cut. I mean, they usually use razor blades anyways, not knives. So, then she said their was a spoon with a burn mark on it under the TV stand and I pointed out that, that is just soooo obvious... I mean to me it sounded pieced up and more like a set up to me. I know my brother smokes pot and pops pills. But, to me, that's like minor compared to the stuff she was accusing him of. I'm so pissed off at everone in the family right now. All Trenton has been doing the passed year is trying to stop drinking because he knows that he isn't a very nice drinker. Haha. And he is trying to gain acceptance of the family and they won't give it. And I sat him down and told him, if they don't love him as he is, they never will and if he wants to change he has to do it for himself. I think he understands a little. Trenton gave up his bedroom for me when I got home after being in the Air Force, I had no privacy sharing a room with my other brother. He would walk in on me naked. He would stay up all night with loud music while my daughter was trying to sleep and put his dirty clothes on my side of the room, so I had to pick them up (talking dirty socks and underwear here) then he through a fit when I started throwing his clothes in the trash for putting them on my side of the room. But, Trenton has always been there for me and I don't get how they say this stuff about him. My sister is into way worse stuff. She and my other brother do heroin and she is pushing crack on my youngest brother who is a renasance student in school. But, Trenton is the one they pick on and I can't stand it. I told my boyfriend about it and told him that I'm going to help my brother no matter what anyone says. And he said, I know, he is family. And that really sums it up. Even if he was into those horrible drugs I would still take him in. I would tell him that if he needs to do them he can take it outside. But, I would try to help him clean up too. You have to stand up for family no matter what. Like when my grandma asked me if I'd love my son if he ended up gay. I said "Granny, if my son ended up a serial killer I would steal love him. He is my son." And that is how I feel about my brother too. Does anyone else deal with stupid family issues like this? What would you do in my shoes?