Saturday, December 30, 2006

End of the Year Message

I'm really enjoying this blogging thing. I didn't know where this was going to go when I started, and right now it's a weird hybrid blog, which I kind of like. I think I'll continue to keep it light on the personal details, but bring my life into it more when I talk about racial and political issues and when adoption and fertility milestones come up. I'll also keep discussing local stories, like the Rashad Head case (no major update yet) and international ones that deserve more coverage, like human rights in Oaxaca.

Right now the next milestone is coming the second week of January, when we'll have another homestudy visit. I'm prepared for a long wait. After my father recuperates and goes back to Japan on March 13th, matching will begin. The agency warns us to expect a wait time of nine months. I doubt that's the exact average wait time, but it's a resonant number for obvious reasons.

In Oaxaca news, below I'm putting some faces to the events. My prior posts on the subject were Teaching and Learning in Oaxaca, Message to the Mexican Consulate and Oaxaca Solidarity.

The man on the right is Dionisio Martinez, one of the artists in the email I sent earlier. He's being interviewed after his release from prison in Nayarit. This is dated December 26th. He had this to say, which was very heartening: "The worst fear for me once in Nayarit was that the people had forgotten us. I would say, “And what if the people aren’t doing anything? And if the people haven’t protested?” Because we were detained in the most critical moment of the movement. We were detained when the movement was in its worst moment. The first news of hope was when some representatives arrived to tell us that all over the world there were demonstrations of solidarity, calling for our release. This news nourished us; it was like a tank of oxygen. With this we knew that in fact in the United States and in many embassies around the world they were fighting for our release. I feel that this pressure influence on those who granted our release."


Here's Brad Will, the American who was shot down in Oaxaca and filmed his own death. There is more info here at Friends of Brad Will.



Lastly, here is a satirical poem my mother emailed me, by Peter Kuper, a cartoonist living in Oaxaca City.

Police Navidad

Twas X-mas night in Oaxaca and all through the town,
not a teacher was stirring (they're in jail, not around).
The graffiti of protest has been covered with paint
and police roam the streets to enforce that it's quaint.
All barricades gone, tear gas dissipated,
burning buses removed and encampments have faded.
It's like nothing has happened,
Gov'nor Ulises pretends,
no cheating, nor violence, he'll declare 'til the end.
But the people know better, they'll never forget;
and the deeds of Ulises will haunt like the debt
that won't ever be paid, though would ease with his leaving,
and return of the money that he took with his thieving.
Then maybe, just maybe, things would start to be right,
and the wronged of Oaxaca might enjoy X-mas night.


Happy New Year every one who reads my weird upside-down blog and everyone I know from the forums and other blogs! I've already learned so much from everyone out there! Let's all keep learning from each other. May you and any and all of your children have the year you need and want to have.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Meme and Test

I've been tagged by Baggage for the "6 weird things about you" meme. Here goes.

1. My shoe size is the exact same as my father's.
2. While working in New York, I once had a week-long job supervising the estate of a deceased Iranian princess (originally Belgian). I was paid $20 an hour to supervise movers from an Israeli company in packing up her belongings from an apartment on the East Side of Manhattan and a country home in Connecticut and moving them to a storage facility. What was really weird was that the whole time my employer was pressuring me to kidnap her two pet pigeons as part of a complicated power play between estate executors.
3. I am cultivating a pawpaw patch in my backyard.
4. My first complete phrases in Spanish were "¿le gustaría dejar una propina en su tarjeta, por favor?" (Would you like to leave a tip on your credit card?) and "En los Estados Unidos, la propina no está incluída." (In the United States, the tip is not included). Miami restaurant survival.
5. When I was 12 I had a small pet lizard I named "Death Dragon".
6. I love to make opinionated distinctions between good and bad art, movies, music and literature, but I hate to draw distinctions between high and low art, movies, music and literature. People often separate out these categories and apply formalized standards only to high and emotional pleasure-based standards only to low. When I say "people" I mean everyone from your average media consumer to a lot of very sophisticated critics. This has honestly never made sense to me. I'm not saying cultural products shouldn't be considered in the context of their genre, just that they shouldn't be assigned to a binary high/low system. What this means in practical terms: elitist views and anti-intellectual views both suck, apart or together. If someone tells me they have a "guilty pleasure" I might interrogate them and express my viewpoint on this, which they usually find to be truly, deeply weird.

Now I'm wondering who I can tag with this meme. It's going to take a while and I may not be able to get six people.

In the meantime here's a really fun test. I usually think tests are kind of lame but this one is absolutely hilarious; it's a test for people who are kind of sick of tests. (You don't have to register for the dating stuff if you take the test).

The Really QUICK Reassuringly EASY Test Results:

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Rashad Head and Ricky Watters

This local story just keeps getting more complicated. I wrote about it briefly last month and someone left a comment in the post with some info. The legal fight has continued. To recap, Rashad Head is a 17-year-old dad. His 16-year-old ex-girlfriend became pregnant and placed the child for adoption. He was preparing to be a father to the child and his parents were supporting him totally, so the adoption took all of them by surprise. His family has filed to stop it, but in the meantime, the Georgia lawyers and the Florida adoption agency have moved custody of the child to adoptive parents in Florida. There is no simple legal reason why his rights as a father may be terminated, but due to loopholes in intercounty transfers, it may very well happen.

In the media we've only heard one side: Rashad Head's. The mother and the adoptive parents have maintained silence. When I read about these kinds of court cases I don't like to immediately take sides. Nevertheless, judging from all the information that's out there, it looks like his rights and the child's rights are being attacked in a very disturbing way. It casts the adoptive parents in a terrible light. Why would they move forward with an infant adoption when one biological parent objects and is clearly ready to parent?

One practical reason is that they have very, very deep pockets.

From 11Alive News

The Heads soon learned that the baby was in the custody of Superbowl stand-out, Ricky Watters.

“I believe that the couple that has the baby are wealthy and well off and I believe their goal is to tie this up into litigation to basically bankrupt this family so they will not be able to continue to fight for their son,” said Head’s attorney, Leslie Gresham.


This has been a really hot topic over at SoA, and someone just posted that Ricky Watters, the retired NFL star, is himself adopted.

From ProFootballWeekly.com

Watters was adopted, and another primary reason for calling it a career was his search for his birth family. He loves and appreciates his adopted family, the only family he'd known, but locating those with whom he shared bloodlines was a yearning he couldn't shake.

After a taxing but ultimately rewarding search, Watters met his birth mother and two brothers for the first time just over a month ago.

"That's one of the things I kind of want to get out there (in his book and music) because I know that there are probably a lot of other people dealing with that situation and don't understand it. I started telling myself, 'You'll probably never find 'em, and even if you did, you'll probably never like 'em. They're probably not even good people.' You just tell yourself stuff like that because it's like a denial situation. But my wife was the one that was like, 'I'm watching you and I know that you care, and there are things that are going on that you don't understand because you don't know where you come from.'"

"That's what I want to let people know, that if they're in the position or that phase of it, it's not a situation where it's 'Do you want to know or not?' It's like you have to know where you come from, you have to know why you look the way you do, why you have the mannerisms you have. So many things make sense now."


Damn, this story is weird.

It really underlines the need for legal reform in private adoption. For more information I would suggest this recent report from the Evan B. Donaldson Institute.

Rashad Head


Ricky Watters

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Holiday Roundup

I spent way too long wrestling with my blog today in order to create a cheerfully figurative upside-down-cake-themed banner header. I'm glad I'm done with that... it was a job and a half.

It looks like other bloggers are starting to check in with their holiday updates. This is a tough time of year for many children from a foster care background.

In Adventures with Toots and Noodles the family were wonderfully relieved to have a great meltdown-free family Christmas. Margaret at The Open Window didn't get a placement but is firmly resolved it will happen for her next year; Ahauna is in the same part sad, part hopeful state. At Finishing Off My Family the kids enjoyed their presents with only one tantrum. Cindy at Big Mama Hollers has had a little conflict with a grown kid but overall a happy "no drama" holiday. Baggage and Bug had a fun-filled Christmas tracking Santa. New blogger Fostermama at Celebrating All Families has a great post on Ways to help foster kids when you can't be a foster parent. Yondalla at Thoughts from a Fostering Family had a peaceful holiday and posted some insights on expectations and generosity. Lastly, FosterAbba and FosterEema had double holiday fun at Chanukah and Christmas.

My own Christmas was very nice and relaxing. Thanksgiving was so huge and busy (we cooked for more than 15 people) but this Christmas it was just my husband, my mother and my stepfather.

We feel confident that a child will come by the end of next year.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Memoirs of a Ho Ho Ho (Revisited)

I asked in the previous post, "If geishas are so cool, so respected, if it's such an admirable thing being a geisha and preserving traditional Japanese culture… then why do you feel the need to defend them? If you're not Japanese, why on earth do you think you have a dog in the fight?"

I think I found an answer I wasn't looking for. There's a whole internet subculture of non-Japanese geisha fangirls who identify with geisha. See the forums at this website. They give themselves Japanese names, use geisha pics for their discussion board avatars and commiserate about how their families don't understand or respect their high-minded obsession with Japanese geisha culture. It looks like they descended en masse onto the comments of this webpage that happened to incorrectly identify a geisha and left plenty of scorching remarks decrying ignorance about geishas.

My first reaction is "that's totally insane". I could talk about the probable racial and sexual underpinnings for their obsessions and their defensiveness about those obsessions (especially since I have a hunch that they're very predominantly white women) but it's Christmas and I'm about to go and open presents with my family and I feel pretty generous about the whole world today. So I just reminded myself:

There are people out there who think they are ninjas.

There are people out there who dress up as Confederate and Union soldiers and camp out on old battlefields and recreate battles.

There are people out there who play vampire-based live-action roleplaying games. I've even met a few of them and they're pretty harmless. I asked how they determined the outcome of battles between vampires. Did they roll dice? No, they used rock-paper-scissors.

The human imagination is an often embarassing but overall very wonderful force.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Memoirs of a Ho Ho Ho

We interrupt regularly scheduled adoption-related programming to bring you a very special Christmas Eve anti-geisha post.

"Geishas are hoes! Hoes, hoes, hoes."

It really irritates a lot of people when I say that. The fact that it irritates so many people is, in itself, very irritating to me. They will say, "How could you disrespect geishas that way! You lack anthropological understanding! You impose Western standards of sexuality! Geishas are so much more than common prostitutes!" What I hear in those same statements: "I know more about "your own" culture than you do, and you should be ashamed of not knowing "your own" culture better. Asian women don't need feminism. Those common hookers get what they deserve."

If geishas are so cool, so respected, if it's such an admirable thing being a geisha and preserving traditional Japanese culture… then why do you feel the need to defend them? If you're not Japanese, why on earth do you think you have a dog in the fight? Would you react the same way if I said that the samurai were a bunch of violent social parasites with bad haircuts?

No matter how much people protest that geishas are so gosh-darn wonderful, they're selling sexuality for money and involved in a very ugly worldwide system. The crack ho on the corner, the young woman who marries a man she doesn't even like because he'll support her financially and she can't make it on her own, a high-priced call girl in Las Vegas… they're all involved in that system. Some of them have more power and choice; some of them are more victimized and exploited than others.

I don't feel the need to defend myself from being a prude when I condemn this system, because it should be condemned anywhere in the world. It’s the source of much horrible misery. In practical terms, in this country I support legalizing and regulating transactional sex, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

I was once involved very tangentially in the sex industry; I spent part of a year cocktail-waitressing at a strip club in New York. With the generous tips there, I saved up enough money for an important educational goal. I wore a skimpy outfit but didn't have any other duties besides bringing drinks to tables and clearing them away again. I was hassled less at that job than at many other waitressing jobs, because there were two big, burly bouncers who kept the customers strictly in line. The club was clean and upscale. I noticed there were three kinds of strippers there: sad young party-girl cokeheads, sad older cokeheads and sad, solemn women who never spent their money on drink or drugs because they were sending it all to their extended families back in Russia or Brazil. I saw women at their worst at the club, but the dynamic seemed even more degrading to the men customers… towards the end I found myself growing unbearably cynical about men.

I learned from that experience that I don't like sex work, and I don't like indirect sex work (that is, women flirting with men for money). If I had a limited choice between sex work and another job I consider degrading, but in a different way, say gutting chickens for minimum wage, I don't know what I'd choose; it would depend on circumstances and my desperation level. I'm thankful I live in a very wealthy country and have a good education and a lot more choices than that. That's where I'm coming from.

Getting back to geishas -- if you asked a large group in Japan, "Are geishas prostitutes?" you'd get a wide variety of answers. I suspect they would range something like this:

1) Geishas are not prostitutes. They are artisans preserving traditional Japanese music and dance. How dare you call them prostitutes and insult our national honor.
2) Geishas are very high-priced prostitutes.
3) Geishas are only slightly like prostitutes and more like a combination of entertainer, hostess and professional mistress.
4) I don't know, it's very confusing.

If you asked the same group, "Would you like your daughter to grow up to be a geisha?" I think 99.9% of them would say "hell, no."

The topic of sex work and feminism is large and tangled. I don't have a firm position staked out in the debate. I do know, for damn sure, I wouldn't want any daughter of mine having to trade her sexuality for money. I want to raise her with more choices than that. I'd even be uncomfortable if she felt she freely chose to do it, because I think it would ultimately have bad effects on her self-esteem. I wouldn't reject her or cut her off in any way, but I'd let her know I didn't think it was a good choice.

I also believe that exalting women in geisha-like occupations and setting them apart from "the rest" is very disrespectful to women who don't have choices when it comes to transactional sex. I guess those immigrant strippers I worked with did have some choices… They could have supported their families another way. They could have gotten janitorial jobs and made a fraction of their stripper income. Still, I knew this wasn't a choice they wanted to make, at all. One of the women once told me she used to be a professional ballroom dancer back in Russia. Her posture was ramrod straight.

On a more personal and only slightly less political level, I absolutely despise the exaltation of geishas in America. I have a very nice yukata, which is a summery kimono-type robe, but I wouldn't wear it around the house or on the patio anymore, because I don't want ignorant acquaintances to make geisha comments. Nowadays people see any traditional Japanese dress and think "geisha". They dress their little girls up in "geisha costumes" for Halloween. I've made a rule for myself not to use profanity on this blog (I've heard it messes up search results and can bring unwelcome visitors) but if I were using it I would insert a long string of #&%@ and %&#! at this point to describe how I feel about that.

If you're not Japanese, I'm convinced you have no good reason to stick up for the honor of geishas and say they are oh so much better than common prostitutes. You are investing your ego in a fetishised submissive Asian woman stereotype. Stop it. I don't even think Japanese have good reasons to defend geishas, they just have less bad ones than other people do.

The only argument that would convince me otherwise would come from a radical sex-positive feminist perspective; I haven’t heard a good one made yet, but I'm willing to at least consider it.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Adoption from China, Facial Deformities and Criminal Records

Stories about the new, stricter Chinese adoption rules have been all over the media lately. I don't closely follow international adoption news, but I've heard some people express surprise at what a big, mainstream story this has turned out to be. See here for a sample.

Here's a summary of exclusions:

- single mothers
- very obese (BMI over 40)
- over 50
- take antidepressants
- criminal records
- severe facial deformities

That last one doesn't get reported a lot in these news, and it's odd.

Many of the older special needs children in Chinese orphanages have cleft lips and palates. A lot of the adoptive parents on SoA are adopting special needs children, and the topic came up as to why there are so many children with cleft lips there; it has a genetic component but is also related to the environmental effects of industrial pollution. Most people in the US have enough money or medical benefits to get restorative surgery for facial deformities, so they probably wouldn't be eliminated, but it's still a weird rule; you'd think having their own facial deformity would make an adoptive parent more sensitive to the needs of an adopted child with a facial deformity.

Perhaps the rationale was that people with facial deformities are more likely to have a lower socioeconomic status and less resources to raise children. There's a kernel of truth in that. I remember a radio story about a woman who didn't have any teeth or money to get dentures; she worked for Wal-Mart for a long time, and although she always got great feedback on her job performance, they kept her in the backroom away from higher-paying customer-facing jobs because her smile wasn't good enough.

Many countries' programs have too many restrictions for us. This is one of the reasons we're not adopting internationally, although it's definitely not the most important one. I talked about these reasons in an earlier post, Adoption from Foster Care and Saving a Child. One restriction that would exclude us is length of time married. My husband and I just got married a few months ago, in September, although we've been living together for five years. Another restriction is needing a clean record. I guess I should come clean about that!

My husband has a felony conviction from when he was 18, which is almost half a lifetime ago. I don't know the exact name, but it's something like Possession of a Really Hippie Drug (shrooms) with Intent to Sell. At one point he'd made a deal to join the Navy to get out from under the charge, and he aced the ASVAB but got rejected for being too skinny (I showed a coworker his picture once, and she used a great Southernism to describe him: "that's a long tall drink of water!"). He ended up doing several years of probation, and has been spotless since then.

That was one of the first issues I raised at our agency. They told us it wouldn't be a big deal at all. Everyone's application was looked at on a case-by-case basis, but the real red-flag convictions were:

- recent crimes
- violent crimes
- crimes involving children
- a recurring pattern of crimes, like a DUI every 6 months

We did have to write a short special statement as part of the application, "My Criminal Record and What I Learned From It." My husband wanted to end it with "I learned I wasn't a very good criminal". I thought that sounded a bit snarky so I changed it to "I learned to always follow the law".

He was right though, he would have made a terrible criminal. The stories he likes to tell of teenage drug-dealing in small-town Georgia are fall-down rolling-on-the-floor hilarious.

We recently visited a childhood friend of his back in that small town who hadn't learned his lesson. I was going to do a separate post about that, but it's honestly too depressing and I've posted about so many sad things lately. The friend disappeared into meth addiction for ten years and just resurfaced a few months ago, with a wife and two kids, although he still does it occasionally "just to keep the edge off". My husband wants to give him moral support over the phone and with occasional visits, but we've both agreed we won't have him coming anywhere near our house.

Anyway, I like the more individualized approach to criminal records our agency uses. I think that's a very common approach in the foster care system, although I'm sure it differs a lot from county to county. A bar against any kind of criminal record will disproportionately exclude people from lower classes. I don't mean to imply that poor people are all criminals, simply that a large proportion of teenagers and young people of all classes do stupid things, especially involving drugs; it's just that the rich ones get caught and convicted a whole lot less than the poor ones.

Friday, December 22, 2006

DFCS problems in Georgia

There's a long history behind this news story, of course. Fulton and Dekalb County (these are the main two metro Atlanta counties) have also had some major problems, but have improved a lot recently.

U.S. fines Georgia over child welfare services
The Associated Press - ATLANTA


Federal child welfare authorities have fined Georgia $4.3 million for failing to adequately address a critical review of services to find homes for foster children and protect children from abuse.

The Administration for Children and Families, part of U.S. Health and Human Services Department, also said Georgia had not done enough to involve parents of children in the system and had not adequately provided for the children's physical and mental health.

Georgia officials say the penalty applies to a review period from 2001 to 2004, and that the system has improved since then.

B.J. Walker, commissioner of the state Department of Human Resources, said Georgia was fined for not taking about a dozen of roughly 200 steps that the state agreed to take after the critical review by the federal agency.

....

Walker said the $4.3 million fine will not hurt services provided by DFCS.

The penalty comes at a time when the state Division of Family and Children Services _ a part of DHR _ is reeling from the death of 2-year-old Nateyonna Banks.

On the recommendation of the Fulton County arm of DFCS, the Atlanta girl was moved from foster care to her troubled mother who is now charged in the child's death.

DFCS officials say Nateyonna should not have been returned to the mother, who had a history of sexual child abuse reports and emotional problems.

Three workers resigned and another was fired after the Nov. 9 death, and DFCS officials have ordered widespread staff retraining.


I'm fascinated with these cases. My husband, on the other hand, is so sensitive that he can't even bear to watch Law and Order: SVU if there's child abuse being featured that night.

About five years ago I was called in for jury duty and drawn for a jury I'm so glad I didn't end up serving on. I don't remember the exact ages, but it was something like a 14-year-old boy being charged with multiple counts of aggravated rape and assault against his 10-year-old girl cousin. The boy was also related to a toddler who had died in an abuse case the previous year. It was pretty famous locally. The toddler had been placed by DFCS in the custody of relatives, a grandmother and aunt, who tortured and starved him to death. What an incredibly messed-up extended family.

It seems these cases trickle in at a regular pace: child placed back with abusive parents and dies horribly, child placed back with abusive relatives and dies horribly, child placed with abusive foster or adoptive family and dies horribly. I never pay any attention anymore to sweeping "we have to change the system by doing more of ____ and that will solve everything" pronouncements found in op-ed pages because they obviously don't work everywhere. I think real solutions have to come at the basic funding and training level and also need to be local, specific and pragmatic.

Oaxaca Solidarity



FMR. DETAINEE: [translated] The worst moment for me was the day they detained me. The teargas, the police. They tied me up. I didn't understand anything. I didn't know what was happening. All 21 days were terrible. I didn't know what the APPO was or the teachers’ union. I didn't know anything about them. Now, I am determined to join them, because the government made me suffer so much. I’ll join them to help get rid of the government, because I don't want this government anymore. They not only made me suffer, but also made my whole family suffer. I’ll work with the people who have been struggling, whatever the organization is, the APPO or whatever. I don’t want my grandchildren to suffer what I’ve suffered. I want to fight for the release of all the innocent women who are still in Nayarit. They are humble people who make fans to maintain their family. Some of them are barefoot. Many don’t even speak Spanish, only Mizteco.

JOHN GIBLER: For Democracy Now!, this is John Gibler reporting with Elizabeth Press in Oaxaca City.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Just Say "Medical Reasons" please please please

This is my first work-related post, and might be my last, since my job is kind of boring, and also involves confidential (but still very boring) information.

I'm a front-line manager. Today I received an employee-illness-related communication with a very disturbing picture attached. My goodness, I didn't need to see that. I really wish that when employees call in sick or discuss illnesses they'd keep the details to a minimum. When I needed two days off for my laparoscopy I didn't email my boss and say "I need to get a procedure which involves pumping my abdomen full of carbon dioxide gas, making an incision in my bellybutton and guiding a camera into my uterus accompanied by two Dr. Octopus arms inserted through smaller incisions on either side of my bellybutton". I just said, "I'll need to take two sick days for medical reasons but expect to be fully recovered when I get back on Monday". Short and sweet.

I need to be sympathetic; sometimes it obviously helps employees to talk about their medical problems, especially since they know I'm going to keep it confidential. I try to maintain that dutiful attitude when I hear stuff like "I can't come to work this morning, I had blood in my stool" or "Hey, I've got some fungus coming out of my ear, take a look."

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Deport Virgil Goode back to his native country of Outer Stupidia

This news article I just read has made me so angry, if I don't post about it before I go to bed, I'll stew.

Congressman Criticizes Election of Muslim

WASHINGTON, Dec. 20 — In a letter sent to hundreds of voters this month, Representative Virgil H. Goode Jr., Republican of Virginia, warned that the recent election of the first Muslim to Congress posed a serious threat to the nation’s traditional values.

Representative Virgil H. Goode Jr., left, said Keith Ellison’s decision to use a Koran in a private swearing in for the House of Representatives was a mistake.

Mr. Goode was referring to Keith Ellison, the Minnesota Democrat and criminal defense lawyer who converted to Islam as a college student and was elected to the House in November. Mr. Ellison’s plan to use the Koran during his private swearing-in ceremony in January had outraged some Virginia voters, prompting Mr. Goode to issue a written response to them, a spokesman for Mr. Goode said.

In his letter, which was dated Dec. 5, Mr. Goode said that Americans needed to “wake up” or else there would “likely be many more Muslims elected to office and demanding the use of the Koran.”

“I fear that in the next century we will have many more Muslims in the United States if we do not adopt the strict immigration policies that I believe are necessary to preserve the values and beliefs traditional to the United States of America and to prevent our resources from being swamped,” said Mr. Goode, who vowed to use the Bible when taking his own oath of office.

....

Mr. Ellison dismissed Mr. Goode’s comments, saying they seemed ill informed about his personal origins as well as about Constitutional protections of religious freedom. “I’m not an immigrant,” added Mr. Ellison, who traces his American ancestors back to 1742. “I’m an African-American.”


When I was a young girl, one of the most hurtful things I had to experience was reading notes other kids put on my locker that said "go back to China".

Back then I was slightly envious of African-Americans because unlike Asians, they're not automatically assumed to be foreigners. I've also come to believe they face more covert racism and institutionalized racism than Asians do, so it's not that they really have it any easier. But still, doesn't their history entitle them to some sort of extra knee-jerk assumption of belonging?

I guess not. Virgil Goode basically put a note on Keith Ellison's locker that said "Go back to Africa". The Koran non-issue was only a trigger for some old-fashioned racist nativism.

I'm taking it personally and will remember his name and contribute to whoever runs against him in the next election.

First homestudy visit

I realized I haven't done a personal post in a while.

We had our first homestudy visit yesterday. I thought it was going to last 3 hours but it was actually more like 45 minutes. I was slammed at work, and I needed to rush out the door early to get home in time for the appointment. I made it there just in time, but snapped at my husband because our little dog wasn't there to greet me at the door.

My husband had gone over to my mother's earlier in the day to help them do some gardening work, and left our dog there. We do this all the time, because his dog buddies are at my mother's house. One of them is a good friend, one of them he's basically neutral towards and the third one (the really dominant female who's five times bigger) he dislikes and avoids. Since we were having a dinner at their house later in the night, my husband figured we'd just pick up our little dog later.

I overreacted a bit because the social worker wouldn't get to see our little dog, but we made it up before she arrived. She did say she'd have to see him on the next visit though.

I hope our little dog gets along with our children. I'm slightly worried about him, because although he loves people, very small children confuse him. Once, we took him to the morning after a slumber party where there were ten shouting, laughing, bouncing-off-the-walls ten-year-old girls, and he behaved admirably and everyone loved him. But he growled at our three-year-old niece once. He did let her pet him later. I think he has a switch in his brain that tells him "a human equals anything over three feet tall". Shorter humans don't flip that switch, so he's not sure if they're a friendly animal or a dangerous animal, like a cat. He's so scared of cats (and so dimwitted) he once got startled and growled at a Halloween black cat decoration.

If a human under three feet tall joins the household and he doesn't get over this confusion I guess we could hire a trainer.

The homestudy visit was fine. I feel like we already know each other pretty well, because the social worker taught a lot of our classes, and we've met with her before at the office. She had a few specific guidelines that were new to us, but overall, it turns out she has less safety concerns than I do. For example, I walked her out to the backyard and pointed at some of the big dead branches on the pine trees and mentioned my mother had a friend who used to a be a logger and he said the loggers called those branches "widowmakers" so we needed to get a tree service out there and trim them. I don't think she was particularly interested in all that.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Stateless Children / Anchor Babies

This post is a carryover from my previous post on adoption in Japan. The Japanese social services webpage admits that stateless children are a special problem. They recognize a responsibility to these children, but express some doubt as to how to best serve the interests of the child.

Unlike Japan (and most other countries in the world), American citizenship is conferred by birth alone. It's guaranteed by the Constitution. Our laws and social services are far from perfect, but I'm proud of this principle. It's also called "jus soli" or "right of the soil".

From Wikipedia:

Jus soli is common in countries in the Americas that wanted to develop and increase their own citizenry. It is still applicable in a few nations outside the Americas as well. Some countries that observe jus soli:

* Argentina
* Brazil
* Canada (There are some limitations concerning the children of foreign diplomats)
* Colombia
* Jamaica
* Mexico
* Pakistan
* United States (There are some limitations concerning the children of foreign diplomats. See Fourteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution)
* Uruguay


It really irritates me when anti-immigrant pundits start railing against "anchor babies" and "birth tourism". Anchor-baby-hating anchor baby and all-around evil bitchtroll Michelle Malkin is constantly harping on this issue. If we change the law so that children born in the United States to non-citizens don't get citizenship, then what do we do with these children if they end up in the care of the state? Drop them off in a forest and hope a wolf pack adopts them? Turn them into sausages?

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Adoption in Japan

My father was adopted in Japan. When he was adopted, Japan was a very different country. He grew up in a rural society that has now almost entirely disappeared. In between 1945 and today, Japan went through radical changes, much more radical than America during the same time. And this was on top of a previous century of radical changes. The only country I can think of that changed so much in the 20th century was Argentina. At one point in the early 20th century, one-third of the population of Argentina was foreign-born.

In Japan, the social engineering did not involve immigration; it was technological, familial, educational, economic, ecological.

The circumstances of my father's adoption are totally different than what takes place in Japan now. I've been researching it on and off for a while, and it's pretty depressing. Since I don't speak or read Japanese, I have to warn anyone who reads this that my perception might be misleading, so do your own research if at all possible. I can't rely on my father for information. He's decided that there is no adoption in Japan, whatsoever, period paragraph end. His logic is that there are so few children in Japan that it's impossible anyone would give one up.

Here are some basic differences between domestic adoption in America and in Japan.

1) Japan has an extremely low birth rate. For the large majority of the population, there is no religious or cultural proscription against birth control or abortion. This is one of the things that contribute to a low birth rate. Another is that Japan is in a "middle zone" in terms of population growth. In societies where children are labor commodities and support their parents, and women have few rights, the birthrate is going to be high. Once this economic dynamic changes -- children start costing money to raise and educate, and women gain a measure of reproductive freedom -- then the birth rate goes way down. This is where Japan is at right now. Spain and Italy are in a similar position.

Some of the Scandinavian countries have gone a step further and had success in increasing their birthrates, using generous maternity leaves and state subsidies. But in Japan, women have little incentive to have children. Sexism in the workplace is very strong. If a Japanese woman wants to have a career, a child is a major handicap. As long as she stays child- and husband-free she has one of the most materially enviable lifestyles in the world.

Japan is an aging country with few, very treasured children. Japanese are very conscious and fearful of the graying of their population. The alternative would be to keep the population at replacement level by allowing increased immigration. This brings us to number 2...

2) Japan is NOT a multicultural or multiracial society. There are minority groups like the Ainu and Korean-Japanese, but racism/ethnocentrism is strongly present against those who are not "real" ethnic Japanese. Racism is one reason why Japan will not allow increased immigration. Some of the children in the childcare system in Japan are multiracial, and some are the children of foreign workers, and these children are officially stateless. There would be major social obstacles in placement of these children in adoptive homes. See this ISSJ webpage for more context.

3) Japanese have an anti-adoption attitude. The new prime minister's wife is an infertile woman who has gone public about why she doesn't have a child. Apparently people don't talk about these things much, so her willingness to step forward was very radical. Unfortunately, she also gave voice to the common belief that adoptive parents cannot fully love their children.

From the China Daily:

Akie Abe's remarks to a magazine were remarkably frank for a prime minister's wife, reflecting her effort to show a more human side of her husband, Japan's youngest post-World War II premier.

Shinzo Abe, 52, has pledged to encourage Japanese to have more children to reverse a declining birthrate, triggering media speculation as to why he is childless himself.

In an interview with the monthly magazine Bungei Shunju, Akie Abe, 44, confessed she felt strong pressure to bear children because her husband is a third-generation politician.

"Coming from a household of politicians, there was of course a lot of pressure, including from local constituents. But now it has become difficult, in part because of my age, so people no longer tell me to keep at it," she said.

"At the early stage, I did go through fertility treatment. But I think that I should accept my fate that I am the wife of a politician who became prime minister, and that we did not have the gift of having children."

She said she considered adopting a child a rare occurrence in Japan other than within extended families and noted that adoption was "very common in the United States."

"But I wasn't able to go through with it mentally and I didn't have the confidence to raise a child, so it didn't become a reality."


4) Japanese are very good at ignoring problems. This is a pretty subjective statement. But for abandoned and abused Japanese children, there is a big problem, and everyone is busy ignoring it.

From a corporate foundation webpage:

Even though Japan is in the midst of a declining birthrate, every year more and more abused or neglected children are being placed children's homes. The number of facilities (555 as of 2005/12) to treat abused children is increasing nationwide, but chronic overcrowding persists with many needy children placed on waiting lists to receive care. In FY 2005 the social security budget was 84.2668 trillion yen out of which only a mere 3.8% went towards expenses related to children and family. Expenses related to care for the elderly took up 70.4% of the total budget. This is an enormous gap in priorities.


The flip side of the ability to ignore is the ability to create rapid change. America is known for its "can do" spirit but the Japanese can do even more. Once they fully set their mind to solve a problem or to change their society, they will accomplish their goals. Akie Abe's public mention of adoption is a tiny beginning.

So to put all these together, there are very few children born in Japan who are given up into the care of the state. Since Japan is so wealthy, children are rarely given up for reasons of poverty. Few children whose mothers did not want to conceive are born, because women have a fair amount of reproductive freedom and weak proscriptions against abortion.

An article was going around recently about a hospital in Japan that had installed a baby chute for women to drop off their infants. If this story was true, doesn't it mean that contrary to what I said, there is a lot of relinquishment going on?

TOKYO (Reuters Life!) - A Japanese hospital plans to set up the country's first "baby hatch" where mothers can drop off unwanted babies, who could then be offered for adoption.

Jikei Hospital in southern Japan said it plans to install what it is calling a "stork's cradle", consisting of a flap in an outside wall which opens on to a small incubated bed.

An alarm bell would ring within minutes after a baby was deposited so hospital staff could come and care for the infant.

"By installing the hatch, we want to rescue both parents and babies," said a hospital official. "Maybe there are some people who are suspicious about it, but we should not pretend not to see them and let them die. Babies are innocent."

The head of the hospital was inspired to set up the "baby hatch" after visiting Germany, where they have already been introduced. The hospital wants to set up the baby hatch by the end of this year after getting approval from local authorities.

Adoptions are relatively rare in Japan, while there is little resistance on religious grounds to abortions.


This is either a stupid, made-up story or a stupid hospital administrator falling victim to the "must have the latest dumbass gadget" syndrome which is endemic in Japan.

I once had a book of photographs from 1930s Japan. One was a very bizarre photo of a bunch of smiling young schoolboys naked except for dark goggles and speedos, clustered around a shiny metallic chamber. I asked my dad what on earth was going on in that photo. He explained that it was a UV chamber. They had them in Germany in the 1930s so that children would get more UV exposure and hence more Vitamin D. There was no medical reason at all for these chambers in Japan, since children there get very dark playing outside and there's much more sun than in Germany... but because the Germans had UV chambers, the Japanese had to have them too.

Anyway, there aren't many children, proportionally speaking, in the care of the state. But according to that foundation website, the number is growing. As the traditional extended family breaks down further and further, their numbers will grow even more.

Here's an account from a woman who adopted from one of the children's homes. It's from a publication called kanjiclinic.com:

Sho had been placed in the children's home by his birth mother when he was 3 months old. 25,000 children live in Japan's 527 state-run or subsidized children's homes. They are rarely discussed in public, and most are not available for adoption. The majority of Japanese who place their children in the permanent care of the state will not relinquish their parental rights. They would rather have their children remain in institutions, until the age of 18, than be adopted by strangers.

Sho's birth mother was an exception. She had recently agreed to allow his adoption, and the social worker was anxious to find a family for him immediately. After his second birthday, in just a few weeks, he would be uprooted from here and moved to a different institution, one for older children.

Of course, Sho was unaware of the enormous effect this encounter could potentially have on his future. Still, he sensed that something was in the air, and he was tense as he gazed at "Mama" and "Papa" for the first time. Clinging ever more tightly to the caregiver's neck, the poor little fellow burst into tears.


Here's a very sad passage from later in her account:

As my husband and I cuddled some of the other children at bedtime, Cha-chan told us that while the basic needs of all the children were met, there were simply not enough available laps and hands to give them a fully satisfying amount of affection. Most had no, or only rare, visitors.

Twice a year, she said, the director sent each legal guardian-- a parent or relative-- a photo documenting their child's growth. These were mailed out prior to New Year's and Bon, with a plea that the child be taken home overnight for those holidays, but few guardians came to get them.

Only Sho and one other child there were slated for adoption. Their guardians, unlike the great majority of others, had agreed to relinquish custody of the children so that they could be adopted. The others would be moved to an institution for older children when they turned 2.


Here's a description of the children from an internship program at UC Davis:

Since 1993, this program has offerd UC Davis students a unique opportunity to participate in an international, cultural and educational exchange. The children's homes accepting interns are long-established institutions with years of success preparing Japanese children for productive and successful lives. The homes are not quite orphanages, and not quite group homes; there is no direct English translation. Together with the Japanese staff and native college-student interns, UC Davis interns will share in the lives of school-age youngsters.
...

LIVING WITH THE CHILDREN:
The children sometimes behave badly because they have not been able to live with their own parents or maintain normal relationships with other adults from whom they might absorb normal social behavior. Accordingly, if such problems occur, the interns will be expected to point them out and try to convince the children to behave properly, even scolding them if necessary. This approach is the foundation on which to build a trusting relationship.

The principle elements of the intern's work will be helping out with the children's daily dressing, meals, schoolwork, plus any other duties necessary to maintain a supportive environment. A lot of time will also be devoted to entertaining and playing with the children.

With only 1 or 2 exceptions, the children at the institutions are both mentally and physically able to participate in normal activities. However, some children who appear to be normal and cheerful may in fact have experienced personal difficulties before coming to these institutions and will be suffering from severe emotional wounds.


My first reaction when learning about the childrens' homes was anger. How could the families of these children condemn them to such a life? How would these children ever complete the educational path which is so crucial to Japanese society and identity? If their families allowed them to be adopted, they'd at least have a chance not to live at the margins of society.

After I thought about it some more, I realized my anger was misplaced. I tried to put myself in their shoes. If I was the guardian of one of these children, I might think of adoption as the worst of all evils. "Adoptive parents can never fully love their children. If I allow them to be adopted, they would just be abused and treated like a servant. I have a lot of trust in government institutions. They will know what's best for us. They can raise them."

I don't think this is a very healthy attitude.

Many people argue the case that adoption in the U.S. -- and they mainly refer to infant, private adoption -- is viewed too positively. I've found that I basically agree with that. Adoption shouldn't be the best of all possible alternatives - the default choice. If someone doesn't want to parent, they shouldn't be forced; otherwise, the child belongs with their blood relatives over anyone else. I don't run into that "adoption uber alles" sentiment a lot in foster care system adoption perspectives, but I know it's out there, and it's kind of weird, especially since it's usually wrapped up in religion. When we did our adoption classes we had several exercises where we had to take the perspective of the social worker and decide who should stay where. It was pretty clear who belonged back with their parents, who should be adopted, who should stay in foster care and enter independent living. Of course real lives are much more complicated than condensed sample case histories, but the principle is the same: adoption is one of several possible solutions for the welfare of the child.

The problem in Japan is that adoption is almost written out of the picture. In my opinion, their domestic adoption is more messed up than their international adoption program, which is so expensive it disqualifies too many people, but overall seems logical. A tiny number of children (the last yearly figure I remember is 40) are adopted out of the country each year, and the rules require a strong connection to Japan. It's possible this rule might be slightly relaxed for the stateless or non-ethnic-Japanese children. One couple I read about qualified because they lived in Hawaii surrounded by a Japanese-American community, but most people qualify because they themselves are Japanese-American. I would qualify, if I could afford the massive fees (I've heard $40-$50,000 ) and if my father didn't have a blindfold fastened so firmly on his eyes. I would love to adopt a multiracial child from the system there, because I have a "there but for the grace of God go I" feeling when I think about growing up multiracial in Japan. I've faced a lot of racial problems here, but it's nothing compared to what it would have been like had my family stayed in Japan. There are families that stick with it, and I wish them all the best; with a lot of parental foresight and the right choice of school, the children will grow up happy. These kinds of families are eventually going to change Japan for the better. But a multiracial child growing up in a childrens' home... it really hurts me to think about it.

I hope that in future there is greater awareness in Japan about adoption, and a greater willingness to believe that waiting children can be loved by their adoptive parents. Like I said before, the Japanese can solve any problem they really want to solve, and once awareness begins, I predict a snowball effect, a massive information campaign and a complete change leading to increased domestic adoption and greater childcare support services.

I also think Japan should start a special international program for the adoption of stateless and multiracial children waiting in childrens' homes and subsidize a percentage of their legal adoption fees.

By the way, if you are a reader who knows anything more about this subject, I would greatly appreciate a comment or an email. If you disagree violently with anything I said, just let me know why.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Adoption Tragedy

My mother told me a really depressing story about adoption a few weeks ago. It just came to mind, for some reason. I've heard lots of positive stories about adoption from foster care, and seen great parents at my classes, but it's important to think about the worst possible scenario as well.

All of this must have happened more than 70 years ago. A friend of my mother's -- I'll call her C - comes from a very wealthy, old money family. C's grandparents had one daughter, C's mother, but couldn't have any more children after that. They decided to adopt. They could easily have adopted an infant, but instead took in a ward of the state (I don't even know if family foster care existed so long ago) who was the same age as C's mother.

C's grandparents treated the girl very, very badly. She was supposed to be a playmate for C's mother, nothing more. That was her role. They didn't formally adopt her until she was much older, and they held it over her head throughout childhood that they wouldn't adopt her and she wasn't a real member of the family and was less than them.

C's grandparents died and left a small trust for their fostered/adopted daughter. She moved away from them and never kept in contact with her playmate/sister. C's mother married and had children, including C, but her life didn't turn into a bed of roses... she was an alcoholic.

One day, C asked my mother to come with her to meet the aunt she had never met. They found and visited the aunt, who welcomed C. The aunt was a solitary and unhappy woman who wasn't taking good care of herself, and she was eaten up with bitterness against C's family. The anger just poured out.

I hope that woman is still alive today and has found some measure of peace in her life. It's horrible what she had to go through. She was treated like an animal.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Adoption from Foster Care and Saving a Child

Adopting from foster care generally means that you know, with a very high degree of certainty, that the child would be much better off with you than in their original home. I'm putting the "generally" in that sentence because not all children in foster care are there because of abuse or neglect. A tiny proportion enter the system through voluntary relinquishment at birth; another reason is that their aging relatives just can't care for them anymore because of illness or death. I'm also not counting the children who don't need or want to be adopted.

The high degree of certainty comes from court documents, police records, maybe the psychological or physical scars carried by the child.

To be honest, this is one of the main things that determined my choice of adoption route. Besides not feeling the necessity for adopting an infant, I'll try to list all the reasons:

1. moral certainty (what I mentioned above)
2. patriotism
3. money
4. practicality

All of these reasons could be argued against. They probably all have a dark side as well as a positive side. They work for me, but I'm not saying they would, or should, work the same for every other parent. My husband's reasons are very similar although he doesn't articulate them the same way.

For the reason of patriotism -- I have a unique take on patriotism, and I guess it's that I have a very strong sense of myself as an American. I still feel very deeply about problems in other countries, and don't think their citizens deserve less than Americans do. I don't buy into the sentiment "you shouldn't adopt internationally when there are so many children waiting here" because so many children in developing countries suffer horrible fates. The implication is that a foreign child deserves less than an American. If I don't adopt a child out of the foster care system here, they might age out in foster care, which is a sad fate, but almost certainly better than aging out in an orphanage in Russia.

On the other hand, parents who favor international sometimes say "the foster care system in America is so bad, we couldn't use it". Newsflash: America has some of the best childcare services in the world. Pretty much all the countries you are looking to adopt from have worse childcare services. We have a lot to improve here, but we don't let starving children sleep in cardboard boxes in busy streets, or work for a living as soon as they can toddle. I think honest adoptive parents shouldn't put down the system here unless they are really comparing it to a better or improved system. If ours was really so bad, they should work harder to save children by taking them out of it, and not go outside the country instead.

Since I'm an American and I know America so well, I also know its problems more deeply than any other country. A good kind of analogy would be, if your goal is to plant trees, should you spend your money planting a tree around the corner, or planting a small grove of trees in the state next door? You'll accomplish more if you plant the grove. But since you don't know that much about the soil or the climate in the next state, you could plant the trees the wrong way, or plant the wrong kinds of trees. It's the local versus global dilemma. In adoption terms, I'm worried about abuses in the worldwide adoption system and unethical activity. I wouldn't want to be a part of that. Adoptive parents can do a lot of things to try make sure their adoptions are ethical, but in many aspects you have to rely on the word of strangers, bureaucrats and agency representatives. As a local, American adoptive parent, there's a lot more transparency to the process, which I guess goes back to reason number one, moral certainty. Plus, I actually feel ashamed, as an American, that we have so many waiting children.

Money and practicality: these are easy to explain. State adoptions are free and subsidized. We're in a decent financial position so we don't need the subsidy right now. Instead, it can go straight to a college fund. If we fall on hard times, it would be great to draw on. The children all have paid healthcare, which is vital because abuse and neglect lead to physical and mental health issues that will need addressing. Practicality means that since we would be adopting locally, from "around the corner", it would not be hard to find schools or services that would be a good fit for the child. Many older children come with established links to biological parents or siblings or other relatives, and it will be much easier to maintain these links.

There are definitely sacrifices and tough emotional patches in choosing adoption from foster care. A lot of them are obvious, and I've already posted about them. In foster-to-adopt, you have to steel yourself to give your child back if necessary, to think of them as possibly your own, but not really your own. I read a lot of blogs from people who've done it. Just reading about a "giving back" is heartwarming but emotionally wrenching. "I've been crying for weeks straight" is a frequent response. In straight or general adoption you'll have more permanence, but also so many difficult decisions about what you can handle and what you can't, and if that makes you a selfish person or not. I think very few of these parents -- at least not the ones I've met in person or read about -- see themselves as martyrs, simply because there's always another parent who can take on something you can't. "Mr. and Mrs. X, we have a 15-year-old boy who needs a home. He's 'all boy' and a real bundle of energy. He's mildly to moderately severely emotionally, behaviorally and developmentally disabled. But not physically. In fact it takes four police officers to restrain him, don't ask us how we know this. Can you take him?" "Sure".

The idea of sacrifices brings me to the idea of saving a child. Is it all worth it for the moral certainty of saving a child, or at least trying to save a child? And how problematic is "saving a child"? What does it really mean?

I look on "saving a child" as kind of a service or duty. Or privilege. That doesn't mean it's selfless. I'm getting a lot out of the deal as well; I get to be a mother, I get to feel I've done something right. It’s so complicated! But here's a very simple and beautiful expression that helped me a lot. It says everything so much better than I'm saying it.

From the older Baggage That Goes With Mine blog:

Thirteen Things about adopting an older child from foster care.
...
5. Adoption is a one time event. Don't adopt to save a child. You can "save" them once, but after that it's called "parenting."
...


The problem with the expression "saving a child" in the context of adoption is that it implies "saving" goes on and on, and so should the child's gratitude and society's gratitude. It doesn't have to be that way. If a mother sees her child drowning, and jumps in the water, and saves them, there's no such implication. After you adopt the child, the "saving" - if there is one - should be a happy event that recedes in time, never a burden on the child's shoulders, or a flashy martyr's cross.

Graduation II

My ESL class graduation was last night. I received a truly horrible Christmas present from one of my students. It's a Porcelain Angel with Fiberglass Wings. Thank goodness I waited and didn't open it in front of them, because I wouldn't have been able to conceal my crushing disappointment.

The graduation ceremony was wonderful, as always. It's such an ego boost to be recognized as a teacher with applause and cheers. Whenever I've taught for money the stress has been enormous, but doing it for free gives me stress relief.

The final Letter to Your Congressperson assignments were also entered last night. The topics were:

- Request to add Russian-language programming to the cable package at a subsidized housing complex for the elderly.
- Request for greater police presence in a certain neighborhood in order to prevent both armed robberies and domestic abuse, especially abuse against Latin-American immigrant women who are afraid to go to the police because they are illegal.
- Request for sweeping immigration reforms.
- Request to fix more potholes in the streets of a certain neighborhood, backed by an argument that too much transportation money is spent on rural highway systems instead of urban streets.

Message to the Mexican Consulate

Consulado General de México en Atlanta

Contáctenos
Consulado General de México en Atlanta
2600 Apple Valley Rd.
Atlanta Georgia 30319 USA
Teléfono: 404-266-2233
Facsimile: 404-266-2302

Su nombre:
Su email:
Su teléfono:

Para una respuesta más rápida,
por favor proporcione su Dirección postal:

Asunto: Protección a Mexicanos

Su mensaje:

Estimados representantes del Consulado,

Les escribo como un ciudadano de EE.UU. y residente de Atlanta para solicitar su atención a los casos de Gerardo Bonilla y Dionisio Martínez, artistas oaxaqueños.

Ahora se quedan en un carcél en Nayarit. Les suplico que hagan lo posible para apoyar derechos humanos en México. Estos artistas no han cometido ningún crimen. Ellos no merecen ser encarcelados, y corren peligro de tortura.

Muchas gracias por su atención.


Translation:

Dear Consulate Representatives,

I write to you as a U.S. citizen and resident of Atlanta in order to solicit your attention to the cases of Gerardo Bonilla and Dionisio Martinez, Oaxacan artists.

They are now in a Nayarit prison. I beg you to do whatever is possible in order to support human rights in Mexico. These artists have committed no crime. They do not deserve to be prisoners, and they are in danger of torture.

Thank you for your attention.

*Update: I just realized I referred to myself as a man in the email. Damn, my Spanish is rusty.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Jonathon "The Impaler" Sharkey is running for President in 2008

I was going to write a serious post later today - maybe I still will - but as I was blog-surfing I ran across a great blog called The Other Side of the Eye. It has this post, which is the absolute most entertaining politically related news item I've read since starting my own blog. Check out the post, then check out the post comments, then check out the Impaler's campaign website.

Nel Sangue,
atlasien

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Teaching and Learning in Oaxaca

More than five years ago, I was on the track to become an academic and studying for a crucial graduate-level Spanish exam. Don Quijote was on the required reading list. I'd been putting off reading it, simply because it was so important, so daunting and so long.

I decided I needed some time by myself. I had some money saved up, so I went to Oaxaca City in Oaxaca, Mexico and rented an efficiency apartment near the town center (in fact, right behind the breathtaking colonial cathedral) for six weeks. At the same time, I signed up for tutoring at a private language school, since I was at that awkward advanced level where formal classes don't really help anymore. I'd been to Oaxaca City before. It is (or was?) one of the most beautiful places in Mexico. It has such a vibrant urban indigenous culture; I could hear the old languages spoken every day just walking along the streets or stopping by the marketplaces. The food in Oaxaca is the best in Mexico, in my biased opinion, and therefore the best in the entire Western Hemisphere… there are even many non-Oaxacan Mexicans who'd agree.

My tutor was a young man named Hugo who happened to be studying for his own linguistics degree. I'd already formed a sort of stereotype of Mexican intellectuals, and Hugo fit that to a T: slightly pudgy, wearing glasses, speaking in soft, serious tones and formidably intelligent. I really needed his help, because I'm not the most social person and find it difficult striking up friendships with people I randomly meet. Without Hugo I wouldn't have anyone to really practice my Spanish with. We never had lesson plans. We just talked for an hour each day, and he'd correct me when I said a word or phrase wrong, then give me new vocabulary and the occasional informal writing assignment. He had a wry sense of humor and once teased me for using "palabras domingueras" -- he explained these were ornate words employed by haughty, high-class families who had formal picnics every Sunday. Of course, I was picking up these words from the 17th century Spanish of Don Quijote. We spent most of the time talking about linguistics, Don Quijote, history, anthropology and culture. Hugo's ancestry was Zapotec, and he was in the process of learning the Zapotec language. Zapotec has multiple tones, like Chinese, but unlike Japanese, Korean or the Indo-European languages.

Oaxaca City is in a sad state today, and I really hope Hugo is doing OK. The whole problem in Oaxaca started with a teacher's strike. Teachers are pitifully underpaid. My own lessons with Hugo were dirt cheap by American standards but much more than he would have received in the public system. As far as I understand it, every year there was a traditional strike, and every year the government would give them a small raise, since otherwise the teachers would never get an extra penny. The new PRI governor of Oaxaca decided not to follow the tradition and instead clamped down on the teachers strike and demonstrations using paramilitary goon squads. An association including the teachers union, other unions and left-wing groups began massive demonstrations. Tourism, one of the mainstays of the economy, has disappeared. Protesters have been shot and killed, arrested and tortured, disappeared. Federal troops are currently occupying Oaxaca City.

The situation has gotten very little coverage in the US English-language press. Since a U.S. filmmaker was shot and killed there last month, there's been more of it. Sadly, he filmed his own death.

From the Mercury News:

No obvious gunfire is audible when the fatal bullet enters Will's abdomen. There's just a sickening thud and then a high-pitched scream, the final sound the 36-year-old filmmaker recorded of himself as he stumbled, then collapsed. The last several seconds of the video are clearly taken with the camera on its side, motionless.

Today a tense uncertain calm reigns in Oaxaca. Within days of the Dec. 1 inauguration of Mexico's new conservative President Felipe Calderon, the leftists who'd been leading protests in Oaxaca were arrested. They've been charged with sedition, among other crimes. Efforts to bring Will's killers to justice may tell much about whether Calderon, after a divisive election, can take control of this troubled state and nation.

Six months of unrest have taken a heavy toll on Oaxaca, a place famed for its archaeological sites and beaches, but it remains among Mexico's poorest states, with high rates of illiteracy, poverty and disease. About a dozen people have died in the unrest, most of them protesters. Hundreds more have been arrested, detained or, in a handful of international cases, deported.

What can people in the U.S. do? Here's an appeal I just ran across doing a web search, posted in CounterPunch. Oddly enough it has an Apocalypto connection.

From One of the Actors in Apocalypto
An Urgent Message on the Disappeared of Oaxaca
By BERNARDO DIAZ

Greetings from Oaxaca, Mexico.

My name is Bernardo Ruiz and in this movie, Apocalypto, I play the part of Drunkards Four.

My Oaxaca friends Emiliana and Hilaria, who now live in Austin, agreed to pass on to you my message. Apocalypto is about some of the amazing ancient history of our country and its indigenous people. But as you probably know, our struggles continue even to this day.

In recent weeks, our beautiful city, Oaxaca, has been occupied by federal troops. It came at a time when many of our people were beginning to stand up for our civil rights with sit-ins and other kinds of non-violent protest. Now the troops have started tracking down and arresting not only our leaders, but also many people from our artistic community here. One of them is my good friend the painter Gerardo Bonilla. Another is the artist Dionisio Martinez.

Some of you know Gerardo, because three years ago, he exhibited his paintings at La Peña in downtown Austin. It means a great deal to me--and I know to Gerardo and Dionisio--just to feel that you in know something about our real lives today, and to know that you are thinking of us and support us.

Call the local Mexican embassy and your state and local representatives and please send a letter on their behalf addressed to President Calderón.

Consulate General of Mexico
800 Brazos St, Suite 330
Austin, TX 78701
512-478-2866 ext 107

I said this before, but I really hope Hugo and his family and his teacher friends are OK. I will be writing a letter to my own Mexican consulate.

Mexican Consulate
2600 Apple Valley Rd NE
Atlanta, GA 30319
(404) 266-2233

Monday, December 11, 2006

Group Homes

I still feel kind of bad about The Wire ending with Randy getting beaten up at his new group home. As with any really good show, it's so easy to get wrapped up in the characters.

Here's a recent post about group homes from the Sunshine Girl on a Rainy Day blog. This blog is one of the very few ones I've found from the foster care alumni point of view (alumni meaning people who "aged out" in foster care). The blog owner, Lisa, has really interesting and educational posts on the foster care system. Her posts are often on highly emotional subjects yet take a measured and thoughtful tone. I've read before at her blog that not all group homes are bad; if established and run correctly, they can be safe places. They can also be hellholes, just like the one Randy went to on The Wire.

Adoption and Foster Care in The Wire (Spoilers for Season 4 Finale below)

This season may have been the best yet. I loved the focus on the school system and the introduction of the close-knit group of junior high school boys, Namond, Duquan, Michael and Randy. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that the next season of The Wire is going to focus more on foster care. Last night's season finale touched on foster care and adoption in several ways.

- Although Wee-Bey had wanted his 14-year-old son Namond to follow a likely short-lived career in drug-dealing, he finally changes his mind and gives up parental rights from prison to allow Namond to be adopted or fostered or "guardian"ed (it's not clear which) by ex-police major Bunny Colvin. Wee-Bey was a terrifying psychopath in Season 1, but it turns out he's capable of doing at least one thing right.

- Sgt. Carver tries to get Randy into another foster home. His beloved foster mother Miss Anna had been sent to the hospital by enforcers trying to kill Randy for talking to the police about the rowhouse murders. The attack on Miss Anna should have been prevented by Carver but wasn't. Unfortunately there is no foster home to take him right away. Carver breaks down and offers to foster Randy himself, but social services says he'd have to go through screening for at least three months. Randy ends up going to a group home, where the older boys savagely beat him for having a snitch reputation.

None of my favorite characters dies. Bodie is a great character, but I never forgave him for killing Wallace in Season 1, and his death seems like a inevitable natural consequence of the life he chose.

I also think it's great to see black parents adopting or taking in black children on such a major TV show. Mentions of foster care adoption in the media often turn so quickly to transracial adoption and discussions about white parents adopting black children. It's an important topic, but it's also such a hot topic I feel like it sometimes obscures the fact that there are many, many black adoptive parents out there who are adopting from the system. They're also dealing with problems, issues and social pressures while trying to do the right thing for their children.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Pandagon Post on Transracial Adoption and Abortion

I'm too tired to participate more in this Pandagon post from a few days ago -- Feminists for Life's next project is a ban on tampons -- but the post and the 80+ comments afterwards are really fascinating. There are some adoptive parents and adoptees contributing, but the majority of the posters are not really adoption insiders, so it's definitely not your typical adoption-board discussion. A lot of it has to do with foster care adoption.

I have comment #81 awaiting moderation.

Weekend Wrapup

I was just reading here on the Angry Asian Man site about the Rosie O'Donnell incident on The View (a show I'm not familiar with at all), in which she used "ching chong" language to mock Chinese people. This is so upsetting to me that I can't even force myself to watch the linked clip. She acknowledged the language on her website but hasn't apologized. I was thinking about writing a blog post in the form of a letter to her TV show on exactly how it's upsetting and why it's such a nasty slur on all Asian people. When I was little I remember being surrounded by kids yelling those words into my face, and I've gotten into physical altercations over them. I could describe the feelings I had then as a young girl, and ask her if she ever wants her kids to feel that way, or to let them make other kids feel that way. But I have too much stress in my life right now to dredge that all up and order it neatly in writing. Instead, later this week I'll contribute somehow to a campaign asking her to apologize, which I hope someone will organize shortly. Ugh.

I haven't had time to see Apocalypto yet. Hopefully, I can make it this week. I read this viewpoint from an archaeologist -- Is "Apocalypto" Pornography? -- that discusses the details of some serious flaws that one would expect in the movie. The costume design is apparently as good as it seems in the trailer, though. I do take issue with how the reviewer wraps up by saying that Braveheart is a good movie. That kind of destroys her credibility as a film critic for me, since I think Braveheart was overall a boring, bombastic piece of crap interspersed with a gratuitous nasty homophobic subplot and about 20-25 minutes of awesome battle scenes.

I feel like I'm ending the weekend on a positive note... that is, as long as no one kills off any of my favorite characters on tonight's season finale of The Wire. The reason is that I've managed to create the optimal flexible timetable for adoption versus conception! It's got the family seal of approval, and now I just need to run it by the agency worker on our first homestudy appointment.

Stage One: Prep. My dad gets his ankle operation done in January, recuperates for 6-10 weeks and then departs our extra bedroom to return to Japan by April 2007. Our homestudy, which should be written by then, gets activated as soon as he clears the bedroom, but matching will almost certainly not begin right after that.

Stage Two: Waiting. We will be either waiting for matching or in the process of matching or committee, and also in a parallel attempt to conceive. I am willing to try some measures my gynecologist might suggest, but not anything on the scale of IVF or that involves a high risk of multiple births.

Stage Three: Pregnancy Deadline. I get pregnant. I call the agency, let them know what's up and say we need to go on hold within a month. If we happen to get matched before that month is up (although this isn't really likely) then great! We will be able to give the adopted child 100% of our attention for 8 months until I give birth.

Stage Four: Waiting Again (with a baby). I get pregnant without matching. We keep our application on hold until the baby is one years old, and then update the homestudy and go active again. Alternately, I could have a miscarriage, which sends us back to Stage Two to start over again. A friend of mine recently had a miscarriage so I know I shouldn't discount that possibility.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

A Moronic "Asian" Racial Smokescreen

When I lived in Miami, I developed a halfway cynical attitude about racial solidarity. Miami is so diverse yet segregated, and it's easy to find cases where no one likes each other: Cubans vs. Mexicans and Guatemalans vs. "Anglos" vs. Haitians vs. long-time African-American residents and so on. On the other hand, just because there are quarrels and insults between groups doesn't mean people can't put them aside and work together for common goals.

On of those common goals is shunning and isolating white supremacists. These grotesque creatures swarm around the edges of the anti-immigration movement and are also found, only lightly disguised, at its very center. To try and disguise themselves further they recruit greedy minorities as racial smokescreens. The Southern Poverty Law Center had a great article on one particular group:

Smokescreen: Activists say a black anti-immigration movement is gathering steam. But it seems to be largely the creation of white people.
by Brentin Mock


The article is very reasonable and measured. It includes the consideration that some of the black people involved in the groups truly believe that Hispanic immigration is a dangerous force that threatens their economic status. But most black people are still very uncomfortable about anti-Hispanic racism; it could be turned back against them quite easily. There's a great sarcastic phrase I've heard a lot recently, "brown is the new black". The SPLC article clearly shows that the real power and money behind the black anti-immigration group CBA (Choose Black America) comes from white people with links to white supremacist organizations.

(As an aside, I strongly believe in these two statements: 1) our immigration system needs to be reformed 2) illegal immigration needs to be reduced. I also believe both goals can be accomplished without using insane, racist measures that won't work anyway, like building a stupid wall between America and Mexico and treating all Hispanics darker than a certain shade as if they were illegal by default.)

The black smokescreen described in the SPLC article was fairly well orchestrated and well concealed, although the reporter, being an expert in these organizations, could see behind the cover. This morning I read about a different Asian smokescreen just as nasty but also incredibly inept.

I initially read this at a blog called Migra Matters but here's the first part of the original local newspaper article:

Immigration group may not be what they seem
By Michele R. Marcucci, STAFF WRITER

Article Launched:12/04/2006 04:01:40 PM PST


Hovering above a busy Berkeley intersection is a billboard that reads No Racist Amnesty. It was placed by a group called Vietnamese for Fair Immigration, whose leaders say they feel illegal immigrants -- and particularly Latino immigrants -- are to blame for the long waits their family members face to come here from Vietnam.

But the group may not be entirely what it seems.

The Lompoc-based group, which has endorsed political candidates, written letters to the editors of newspapers and has aired its views on Web sites, was co-founded by a white, Southern California cyclemaker who is also a member of one of the state's most prominent immigration control organizations.

In fact, the group's self-proclaimed Vietnamese-American spokesman, who wrote at least one of the letters and has espoused the group's views on several Web sites, is the group's Caucasian co-founder using a Vietnamese surname, his wife said.

The spokesman, who called himself Tim Binh, initially denied that he was the cyclemaker from Lompoc, Tim Brummer. But after a reporter told him his wife identified him as Brummer, he said it was her idea.

And he feels he used the name legitimately, adding that he may make Tim Binh his legal name.

"I speak Vietnamese. I eat Vietnamese food. I live with Vietnamese. In my mind, I'm half Vietnamese. Just like my wife thinks she's half-American," Brummer said.
...

Tim Binh... ha ha ha aha hah what a freaking loser. That's my first reaction. That, and "liar, liar, pants on fire". There are unscrupulous Asians out there who would be perfectly willing to provide a smokescreen, they're just too expensive, so the cut-rate white guy had to step in.

Here's his wife's brilliant observation on immigration:

"They can just cross the border. We cannot swim across the ocean," Hoang said when asked if she thinks the immigration system favors Latinos.

She should be attacking the Pacific Ocean instead of Mexicans.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Recovery

I hate Vicodin! It's really nice as long as I'm just lying in bed sleeping or staring at the ceiling. But if I try to do anything else, like reading or watching Battlestar Galactica, it makes me feel disgusting and nauseous. I took my last Vicodin at 8am this morning, and so far the 600 mg ibuprofen pills are doing the job by themselves, as long as I move slowly.

I talked to our worker today. She said the agency is happy to work with us in our new expanded 0-7 age range, and our first homestudy appointment can come the week after next. I told her all about my fertility situation and the current state of uncertainty. My ideal situation would be to get a placement, have one year just bonding with the child and giving them 100% of the attention, then conceive a little brother or sister. But this is just impossible to plan. Neither time to conception nor time to placement can be known for sure. If I get pregnant before we get matched, we would probably have to postpone adoption for a year, and she says the agency would be fine with doing that.

My mother subbed for my ESL class last night; because of horrific traffic only one student showed up. I'd assigned a homework essay called "Letter to Your Congressperson". The students had to write a letter with three parts: personal introduction and why the issue matters to them, the problem, and then the suggested solution. I'd expected students to write about some of the big-picture issues we've been touching on all year, like immigration and the war in Iraq. But the student who turned his letter in for correction actually wrote to request that Russian-language programming be added to the cable package at his subsidized apartment complex. Now that's a local issue! She said the letter was quite logical and persuasive.