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this article starts with the line ‘when half the faculty at Harvard and Boston College Law Schools endorse a bill that encourages poor countries to take children from their mothers and send them to the United States for adoption, you’d think something was amiss’ and it’s probably a sign i read too many (or just enough) adoption blogs that my first thought was ‘i thought that was the whole point of international adoption’.
"Children who were not unparented or homeless before end up becoming institutionalized as a direct result of orphanages setting up shop in poor areas.”
im going to adopt overseas just to spite these teenage shits lolz
This white American and would-be adoptive parent calls Black and POC adoptees “MONKEYS” and repeatedly issues ableist, infantilising attacks against international and transracial adoptees (many of whom are from non-English-speaking countries) based on their deviations from spacebunnysparkle-empress’s standards of English language.
white settlers smh.
White people and would-be adoptive parents, come collect your own^ I can’t even with this mess it’s horrific
it’s literally the “i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now” meme as an actual living human being and not an internet joke
with the added bonus of calling POC ‘monkeys,’ pretending that she is a nice person via the condescending passive-aggressive ‘gosh you are SO ANGRY i just want to give you a hug i hope your life gets better :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)’ shit plus she is the one who fucking started shit in the first place by going to someone who was a little bit pissed off about the MURDER OF A FUCKING CHILD, LITERALLY THE MURDER OF A CHILD and pulling the stupid tone-policing ‘wow you seem really angry have you considered my feelings????????’ horseshit
in short, literally scum that cannot be communicated with in any meaningful way
in more important news, to people who are capable of being communicated with in a meaningful way, educate yourselves about adoption. brandx’s tumblr is a good place to start. peaceshannon is also a really great resource, and so is bastardplanet. i won’t even tell you how to feel about it or what to think, because i think adoptees speak for themselves well enough. just read about it and think about it. read and then think about: who makes money off international adoption, what options are available other than shipping kids overseas, what issues cause people to give up children for adoption in the first place, what effect having to give up a child has on disenfranchised women, what effect it has on the children given up, what kind of culture exists among so-called ‘orphan addicts’ and what attitude they have towards the children they purport to love, whether or not it’s really true that there are more ‘orphans’ than there are people looking to adopt, whether or not adopting a child is really a public service in a world with millions of kids with no one willing to take them (here’s a hint: this is a myth) — anyway, i could go on. i genuinely think that if rational people look at the facts about international adoption with an open mind, they’ll probably be shocked by a lot of what they find, and at the very least they’ll rethink the wisdom of adopting internationally.
Reblogging for supraliminally’s grade A analogy.
Also— holy shite, it’s seriously been something over 2 weeks now and OP is STILL going around attacking adoptees. How do such trolls live? I don’t even have enough time for people I like. X
I know this is a useless shout into the void but here goes:
I’m adopted and I’m trying to find my younger birth brother who was also adopted by a different family (complicated I know) but if you can help PLEASE let me know
Here are the things I know for sure:
- My name is Haleigh, I was born on August 28th 1993 in New Braunfels, Texas.
- My birthparents are named Gordon and Dixie
- I have three older birthsiblings: Brandi, Brennan, and Gordon III. They were not given up. I’m not sure why my younger brother and I were.
- They live in Seguin, TX (or they used to)
- My younger birth brother was born either a year or three years after me (my adopted family can’t remember. They were going to adopt him, but didn’t have enough money ?? I think. They don’t like to talk about it.)
- The family who adopted him live in Dallas? Maybe Austin. (again my parents couldn’t remember)
- My adoption was through a lutheran service? So his might have been too.
- We’ve never met, but I’d like to (but only if he wants to)
If any of this sounds familiar to anyone please message me. I know it’s super vague like I don’t know his name or birthdate, but I would really appreciate anything.
p.s. please don’t dismiss your efforts as useless. It takes tremendous courage to begin the search, and the good news is that connecting with birth family is nowhere NEAR as improbable as it once was. Even on this platform I see breakthroughs happening every day for adoptees.
I had a lot less information than this to start with, and still had some of my birth family members found via the internet! The future is now. Good luck and glory be to you. X
so i met up with this Jewish guy i haven’t seen in like two years. we talk about his faith or lack of faith, and my non-faith. we talk about families and ancestors, culture, and history. he tells me stories of his family, how he learned hebrew, how large and connected his family is.
he asks me about my family and i say, i don’t talk to them anymore. i cut contact. i was adopted. i know my birthmom but it is rocky. my birthdad doesn’t exist.
i don’t even know his name. i just have one photo.
he looks at me. he asks me, “do you feel rootless? i mean, not only do you not know your family, you left everything behind you. do feel like you don’t have a country?”
and no one has asked me this but it has been on my heart for 2-3 years. growing. i feel rootless even though i am learning a new language. i struggle with the language because my soul isn’t in it anymore. there was nothing more i wanted than to leave america behind, but somewhere in the past 5 years immigration became a burden and not a blessing…it is always both for me.
i am safe, however i have limited resources (now changing). i am safe and loved, but i reel at the idea of having my own family. people bug me about children, because “it’s time, isn’t it?” no matter how many times i explain why i may never breed (or adopt). i want my own family, however i am afraid i would ruin it because i only know what not to do with children.
i am trying to sink my roots into the norwegian soil while living in fear of being tied down to anything.
he says, “my mother and father told me I had to decide what country i wanted to be from, to claim as my own. otherwise i would be and stay rootless.”
he speaks 6 languages fluently. he has more stamps in his passport than me and has lived in more countries than me. his parents have moved all over europe in search of a home before settling here.
my parents hopped around the us before hiding us away in the woods from all authority. i was in my 20’s before i even saw a cop car within 10 miles of our farm. we spoke only english. i feel proud because even if i only have a high school diploma, i immigrated and am doing something they never could do, and i have worked so hard to speak my heavily accented, grammatically poor norwegian.
i inhabit a half space. part norwegian, part american, part something else.
i feel my roots in the landcape of the pacific northwest US and yet in the rocks and dirt of a new land. and i still can’t settle because i am both and nothing, something, somewhere…else. something else.
my roots are shallow and i wonder when i will feel grounded.
Kate Hilpern, The Guardian (via mspreciouswilliams)
…all the while being expected to be grateful for the loss and the absence. X
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