Playing A Baby Business
Submitted by kimette on Sat, 2008-09-06 17:46.
See also:
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- Playing both sides of the fence?
- Cambodia Adoption Scandal
- Holy Cow
- Illegal Adoptions Child Trafficking The World Over
- Heartbreak for parents in Indian child scam
- Children for Sale- KRO Brandpunt- Part 3
- Anger grows over adoption scam
- China's Stolen Children
- Nepal -- Dal Bahadur Phadera & the suppressed UNICEF report
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The Pressure to Provide
This is a great find... as it shows how supply and demand for one side really hurts and destroys another.
Poverty should not be a reason to take a child away from the parents, especially if one's culture is simply different from another. Annual income is not the same as a parent's ability to provide love, life-skills, and compassionate care. After all, in America we have the Amish... a people who resist modern convenience as much as possible; some live without the simple luxuries of electricity and technology. Does this mean "poor living conditions" equal abuse, neglect and the need for child removal? I would certainly hope not. Perhaps what's missing most in modern-life is the value community effort brings each and every family. Given the choice, I'd much rather relinquish my car for a family-member who'd be willing to help me with my children!
What sort of world do we live in where a parent asking for help with his children risks losing them to another country?
A Perspective on Poverty From A Kinship Adoption
Taking a child away from poverty....
Wow, if only I would have had that.
I was a kinship adoption. My grandmother forced my natural mother into giving me up...but would not, NOT allow me to be adopted outside of the family.
Lucky me.
The only available 'takers' were grandma's crazy ass Korean War vet brother (who had a felony record) and his manic depressive wife. My a-dad was not a 'worker' and I lived to abject poverty...I'm not talking just wanting more toys and candy here. I'm talking EATING FROM A DUMPSTER.
I often think if I HAD to be adopted out, I would have had somewhat of a decent chance in life if I had been adopted by a couple actually looking for a baby through a state agency. At least the a-parents would have been put under some scrutiny...my adoptive home and circumstances were never monitored.
Mainly, I think I should have been left with my birth mother, sure she was young, but determined not to live the rest of her life dirt poor. She had 2 other children after me, and was divorced raising them by herself by the age of 25. She went on to be very successful and my half siblings never had to play with half a Barbie from the town dump.
PS. I pretended my double amputee Barbie had been in an awful car accident....but that she was brave and went on with her life.
It's wrong to laugh...
[I keep telling myself it's WRONG TO LAUGH... BUT.....]
If it makes you feel better, in my lucky a.home, my non-biologic brother used to take my brand new Barbies and break their legs off at their hips, right in front of me.
I suppose that was to teach me some sort of lesson...
I'm told boys will be boys...
While you were living the realities of poverty, would you believe my favorite games growing-up were: "Poor Native Indian Girl" (I would play at the side of my house, hiding from everyone, pretending I was an Indian living on some desolate reservation) and "Slum Girl" (I'd play under the porch, pretending I could live on my own, even if I was dirt poor.)
Thank GOD we were born with a sick sense of humor AND a very vivid imagination. Without either, I know I'd be a distant memory.
Wrong?
If I couldn't laugh about it all...
This is the person who voluntarily committed themself to a psych hospital (I was there only 3 days, the Docs considered me one of the sanest people they had ever met) and spent 'craft time' making leather bracelets that said 'SATAN' for a Goth kid in for a suicide attempt.
Anyway, I will have you know that Brenda, the legless Barbie had a very full life. So did Margaret May, the one armed Skipper. Boo, the eyeless bear....OK, he didn't have it so well...but he TRIED. It helped that the other 'Misfit Toys' didn't pity him.
I've always said that John Waters was my spiritual father.
[smile]
That's all rich stuff!
If life is a box of chocolates, I bet many of us would be holding big huge bakery boxes filled with really colorful weird stuff inside.
On a more serious note...
I don't want to lose-sight of the topic-material Kimette offered us through this video.
An article recently posted in the UK's Guardian tells more about the plight of India's parents and "adoptable" children: