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Like Claudia, I have some reservations about writing about racism in adoption. I’m at least as white as she is, maybe more. Try to keep that in mind.
Beyond the obvious, you know, white babies cost more than black babies. That whole stupid thing that doesn’t make a bit of sense. Especially since most perspective adoptive parents declare they don’t care what the baby looks like, they just want to raise one. If that were true, folks would never pay the premium for white kids. Oh but they do.
I’m not going to get into that. It makes my head hurt.
I’m not going to cite instances of racism in adoption that I’m all too familiar with. Other folks can address this better than I can.
I will say that there is a subtle feeling of racism with all things adoption. I’m not saying that all adoptive parents are racist, or even that most adoption agencies have any kind of overtly racist agenda, I’m just saying it’s out there, and I think it’s something many of us feel. It’s that insidious non-specific kind of racism that comes all mixed up with privilege and money.
You hear a lot about how we are living in a larger post racial society. I think that fact is, as best, debatable and more likely total bullshit, at least for a good portion of the population. I know we aren’t in a post racial adoption society. In adoption race issues are obvious, and discussed frequently. We know color blind doesn’t exist, we know everybody doesn’t come into the game on equal footing, we know it’s more complicated than that.
I think we know this because we have to deal with it. We can’t just declare that we are done with all that stuff. Maybe that’s good, we are at least not BSing ourselves.
Do we have any kind of understanding? I’m not sure. But at least I think we are trying.
We should try harder.