Like many transracial adoptees with White parents, I was raised in racial isolation, which caused me to have a fractured identity, experiencing racial confusion and internal bias.
Despite what you might think, there aren’t many children who need to be saved and adoption’s not the best answer.
Women are conditioned from a young age how to think, feel, and be—from our families, the media, and society at large. Minority women are blessed with another layer of that, with race-specific rules. Adoptees get yet another.
For many us, our adoption experiences are key components of our identities. Non-adopted people often take pride in their heritage and ancestry. Since so many adoptees lack the information that should be rightfully ours, there’s a tendency to cling to what we have. I’m one of those adoptees.
Imagine you’re an infant or child left alone in a long, dark tunnel. Your voice cries out, but no one can hear you. You reach out a hand, desperate for the warmth of your mother.