To explain a bit better: We are, I believe, currently witnessing the adoption equivalent of the resurgent and unapologetic racism and classism found elsewhere in society as white supremacy and fascism “unstructure” themselves and present fully within dominant discourses. By this I mean to say that there are adopters who present themselves as “perfected caregivers”, despite issues of race or class. There are adopters who no longer hide their loathing of the children temporarily in their care. They no longer feign guarding their privacy, or pretend that they are acting beneficently or charitably. They no longer are attempting to uphold their expected performance.
The anniversary of my return to Greater Syria in 2004 marks 15 years I’ve been focused on adoption in an activist manner. I’ve watched the trends and hashtags, sensed the forward movement, believed in our progress. I no longer do. Like much adoption activism that serves as a historical precedent, there is always and ever a greater pushback if not backlash. Based on other areas of my own activism, I understand what the “long game” entails, and I am beholden to the Arabic notion of “ṣabr”: what might translate as “patience in the face of adversity”. Nonetheless, there are times when I am just crushed by adoption and by modern-day adopters, in their adaptation to any challenge to their belief systems.
To explain a bit better: We are, I believe, currently witnessing the adoption equivalent of the resurgent and unapologetic racism and classism found elsewhere in society as…
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