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Summer 2011 |
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What's Race Got to Do With It? Maureen and Roger acknowledged to their social worker that they live in a predominantly “white” community. They added, “We’re not concerned about adopting a child from Ethiopia because everyone in our area is so accepting and excited for us!” Of course Maureen and Roger can’t imagine that these “nice” people could be biased against their child. Maureen and Roger are white. For those of you who follow “On the Horizon” regularly, you know that each edition has a theme. The theme for this edition is racial and cultural identity. Nurturing our children’s self esteem is one of the many essential roles of parenting. In this edition we challenge parents to “dig deep” and explore what they have done or will do to help their child of color to love himself as he grows and navigates a world where racism continues to rear its ugly head. I have often told parents to imagine that their child’s racial and cultural identity is an empty piggy bank. If parents do not make the effort to fill that bank with positive associations and references, the banck will be filled by default, with the negative stereotypes and ignorance that are reflected in the media or echoed on the playground. A useful resource to review is “A Transracially-Adopted Child’s Bill of Rights” created by PACT, An Adoption Alliance. What are you doing to maintain your child’s “rights” as a transracially adopted person? We hope that this edition of On the Horizon will provide information that will help you to fill your child’s “identity bank” with what he will need to love and value himself as he negotiates his way in a society that continues to struggle with racial and cultural difference. Pat Hoopes, MSW, LICSW |
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Becoming a Transracial Family: A Work in ProgressAll I need to do to know that my husband and I have a lot of work ahead of us as transracial adoptive parents is to look at the magazines lined up at the check-out counter of our grocery store. All the white faces remind us that whiteness is still privileged and the “norm” in this country, even though our President is biracial and identifies himself as black. Looking at the magazines sometimes fills me with dismay but most often I feel a sense of resolve and responsibility and fierceness to fight for my children. Our job is to help them develop a positive sense of racial and cultural identities as they grow up. There are so many different things that we need to do, and some of them my husband and I are able to do now, and for other things, we hope to do them in the future. We have two transracially adopted children, but since our daughter is older, I’ll share what we are doing for her (most of it will be the same for our son). |
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Our daughter was adopted from Guatemala, which has such a complex history and culture. Right now, we focus on all that is positive there; there is plenty of time to go into some of the more difficult aspects of its history and its current economic and political state. When I talk about the Mayan and the Garifuna people (both in her racial heritage), I mention what they are famous for, and how they have survived mistreatment and oppression. I aim to ensure that she understands that narrative as one of survivorship and resistance, one that highlights the strength of the people and not the strength of the oppressors. In order to develop a sense of pride in the rich culture of Guatemala, we have many items that we purchased on our pick-up trip that we use to decorate the house. We have them up on the walls and talk to her about them. She has some in her own room. They are definitely prized possessions, which I hope helps her to develop a sense of pride in the people who create such art. To help her learn about where she was born, we have kids’ books that relate to Guatemela (e.g. Guatemalan ABC’s, Abuela’s Weave). If we’re reading something unrelated that might touch upon volcanoes or toucans or quetzals, we quickly relate it back to Guatemala; in the sandbox, instead of making sand castles, we will make a pyramid, and I can talk about the famous Tikal pyramid in Guatemala. We also keep exposing her to different cultures and also to books about adoption. We started reading these before she was really grasping everything, but it helped us to become familiar and comfortable with the stories. We try as much to have books on hand that represent adoption and people of color. One of my major gripes about the children’s picture book industry is that white kids and the standard, homogeneous white and biological family are the mainstays. I once spent a morning in Border’s going through every picture book to find a regular picture book (one not specifically about adoption or about being “different” racially) that had a child of color as the protagonist, and I would have been ecstatic to find a book that would have had a multicultural family as the background. After all of the searching, the only one I found that featured a child of color doing regular childhood things was a Jack Keats book. That was it. Perhaps it’s the result of our community since it is overwhelmingly white, but it was an eye-opener for me, and it made me feel even more passionate and energized to find literature that reflects our children’s reality. Traditions and food are an important part of our introducing her to her cultural heritage, and as she grows and can understand the complexities within the details of some of the traditions, the more we can share with her. A friend of ours who lives in a more diverse city than we do, brought us tamales and a cookie around Christmas since those are part of traditional Christmas meals in Guatemala. We often include black beans in our meals, and we tell her the story of how she ate them sitting on my lap while we were in Guatemala. She knows what the national bird of Guatemala is, but as I write this, I realize she doesn’t know what the national bird of the U.S. is, nor does she know about prairies too much, but she knows about rain forests. We plan to make our own “sawdust carpets” for the next Easter so that she can connect to the idea of the Semana Santa that is Guatemala’s biggest holiday. On Day of the Dead, we plan to fly kites, and even make our own as they do in Guatemala and think about our loved ones who have departed the earth. For about a year now, she has shown a growing awareness about the color of people’s skin; she loves the fact that she and her brother have similar skin tones, and she loves to read Karen Katz’s The Colors of Us and figure out what words best describe our skin tones; we even go to the kitchen cabinet to see the actual spices. I am along the lines of a nutmeg, and she is clove while Dad might be a light shade of cinnamon. It was a revelation to me that I had no idea how to describe my skin shade beyond the olive that has been remarked on for most of my life. Dad is a woodworker, and wood makes a great comparison for skin tones. Her skin tone is similar to cherry while mine is a darker shade of maple. We’ve made it into a fun activity to look around us and talk about the different beautiful shades of color and how absolutely wonderful it is that so much detail and complexity exists in the world. Other books that promote a strong pride and have a fun take on skin color are The Skin You Live In and the two bell hooks books we have. She gets to watch some television, and in that area, we make sure that she is exposed to multiculturalism too. (I do get a little irked with the shows that feature animals such as a white bunny or a white pig, but who have best friends who are brown. Why can’t the main protagonist and her family be brown or varying shades of brown?) We make sure she watches Little Bill, which has an African American family take center stage, and Sid the Science Kid which has an interracial family just so that when a family is presented on the television it is not always a white family with identical features.
We celebrate differences—we make sure that it is just a habit of mind that we privilege the idea of difference from having different shoes from one’s friends to having different interests to having different cultural backgrounds. One thing my husband and I have been a little slow in doing is incorporating our own cultural backgrounds into meals. We do a little but probably not in enough repetition to get the message to sink in quite yet. When there is the opportunity, we delight in learning about a different cultural practice, activity (we do some games that are from around the world), food, holidays, etc. A major theme in our house is how amazing the world is, and that extends from nature around us, to our bodies, to all of the different kinds of people there are. Because some of the more important factors that contribute to a positive racial identity are missing from where we live (access to friends, coaches, teachers, etc., of color), we are trying to sell our house and move to the Chicago area. It’s a city with which we’re familiar and have family in the area, so it’s a natural move--a big one, but one we feel absolutely committed to. Of course, we nurture her self-esteem in the typical ways, scaffolding her until she can do something independently, encouraging her to persevere in tasks, and giving her the opportunity to do things she truly enjoys (like music and dancing). I also read at one time that it’s important to give your family its own identity, so for us, it’s taking care of the earth, books, and everyone having a special, different hobby. Developing our children’s self-esteem as people of color while growing up amidst a family of predominantly white people will not be easy; it will be filled with challenges, learning, and expansion, not only of our kids’ lives, but also ours. We hope that our children’s upbringing creates such a depth of pride in their heritage and positive self-esteem that they will be able to weather the intolerances, if not outright prejudices, that they may encounter as they grow. Looking beyond racismBy Carolyn Libelo Just moments before we walked into the festival, my son Tony grabbed my arm and whispered fiercely, “Please, can we tell everyone that I was born in France?” I didn’t have a moment to think about what he was asking and we were through the doors and into the school. The place was packed already; family groups moving through the halls and each classroom set up as a different activity. We entered the sea of people toward the registration table to pick up our name tags. While we signed in and added our names to the mailing list, I got a chance to look around and study the scene. Most families looked different, which means that they looked like our family; a Caucasian mom and dad, and one or more brown children. Even within this group there were some nuances, a few families had two moms or just one parent. A few had Caucasian or Asian or African American children in addition to their adoptive children from Guatemala. No one looked like they were born in France. I wondered then, why did my son want to say he was from France? |
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At Guatemala Family Day we were here to show our children that families are created in many ways. Of course, in our suburban town there were very few families that were similar to ours. With Tony still so young, I hardly realized that he noticed the differences. This was my mistake and perhaps the mistake of other families like ours. Tony noticed everything. Why wouldn’t he notice that no one else in kindergarten looked like him? He noticed that my favorite book to read together that year was “We’re different, we’re the same.” Everyone in school has two ears and a nose; most have a mom and a dad and most are brown or blonde haired. Tony has black hair and black eyes. |
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Ten years later and racial differences in our family only appear now and again and in very subtle ways. Recently Tony came home and announced that he had a girlfriend. This was not surprising; he is in middle school and has watched his older brother “go out” with girls. Tony told me about her in general, teenage ways, “She’s smart, in the band and good at cross country”. Later that night I found her in the year book. She was also brown. I know that they met because they have lockers next to each other. I know that they enjoy having lunch together, and sit together at band practice. However, I also know that there are not many minorities in our school. I wonder if they are drawn to each other because they are “different and the same”? I realize that it is an unanswerable question, especially from my pale skin perspective. I will never know what Tony sees from his black eyes or how separate he feels in the halls of his school. Within our family there is no majority. We are all a spectrum of light to dark. I am the most pale. Then Diego, my oldest son, born in Guatemala is nearly as pale as I am. My husband and my younger son, Tony, are each brown and tan. My husband has Filipino heritage and this creates a great bond for my darker son. He would often comment that when we are all together it is as if no one could tell that he was adopted. He enjoys the anonymity that being with his father gives him. He does not enjoy the double takes that strangers give him when he is walking with only me. I recently asked him what race meant to him and he replied that it meant the color of your skin. I tried to push him on this and asked him if it meant anything beyond skin color. He struggled to put words to his thoughts, but proudly came through with “I think it is part of your personality, the part that is from where you were born.” We talked further, discussing the various skin colors found in every country, even the shades within Guatemala. It is important to expand the discussion of race beyond skin color, by connecting race, ethnicity and culture. In our family, we have discussed the differences in our skin color and eye color and body shape. We have discussed how adoptive families are made and that all families have unique qualities and personal stories. We have adhered to the idea that it is important for every parent to teach their children to see beyond racism and to have an appreciation for their race. We had not discussed what racial differences really mean, until we began planning a family trip to Guatemala. In preparation for our trip we went to a local museum that had a special exhibit on Mayan culture and while it was not exciting for the boys on the surface, it prompted some interesting discussion. We were able to appreciate the impressive civilization of the Maya that occurred prior to Spanish conquistadors. This gave the boys pride and confidence in their race and an understanding of the history of race in Guatemala. Then later while we were visiting the Mayan ruins in Guatemala we were able to connect the artifacts on display and the culture that we were experiencing. We visited Guatemala last spring as a family for the first time. It was amazing to watch the layers of wonder and understanding that came to each of the boys, but especially Tony each day. Day one, when he stepped off the plane, he stared at the crowds of look -a-likes and whispered a few times to me “Mom, they all look like me, all of them.” By day five, he found hilarity in the stares that I received when we walked down the avenue in Guatemala City. He laughed at my discomfort when strangers would puzzle over our hand holding. When we left on day seven he was the happiest that I had ever seen him. Tony was for the first time at ease with the people around him and happy to be an invisible part of a crowd. According to Webster, the definition of race says “a: a family, tribe, people, or nation belonging to the same stock b: a class or kind of people unified by shared interests, habits, or characteristics”. I used this definition in our family conversations to expand our view on race to be inclusive of ethnicity and roots to a country. I did not want my sons to feel that they were defined by their brown skin, and that brown skin was their race. The trip to Guatemala made it easier to bridge the discussion of skin color and minorities at school and a connection to a culture. There were no words or textbooks required for Tony to see the race of people that unify him to the country of Guatemala. He knows that in his birth country he is a part of a population and its history. We adopted our children internationally believing that an interracial family was something to be explored and celebrated. It has been exciting to also embrace our adopted country and integrate another culture into our family rituals. In our house we have learned to cook empanadas and decorate our beds with brightly colored hand made textiles. It is still a struggle to bind the two cultures without a seam. We strive to include the folk tales and holidays of Guatemala. However these traditions only happen deliberately and with extra effort. Many families, and especially multiracial families, will have to learn about race as it relates to racism. However, we have found many important opportunities to build our children’s self esteem and knowledge of the world by teaching them the importance of their race. We believe from this, when confronted with prejudice, our children will be better equipped to respond if they have confidence in their heritage and are comfortable with where they came from. By giving our children a strong identity and deep knowledge about their birth country, we believe that we are giving them the tools to confront others when faced with queries and comments. Tony might never be comfortable with sharing his adoption story. Except that with information and facts about the culture and people of his birth county he might be able to respond with confidence when someone asks him why he doesn’t look like his mom. Carolyn and her husband, Lee live North of Boston with their sons, Tony and Diego who are adopted from Guatemala, with the help of Wide Horizons. They live near the ocean and especially enjoy sailing and dinners at the beach. Carolyn is currently writing a book about Guatemala and her adoption experience. |
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Additional Resources on Transracial AdoptionBooks for Parents:Inside Transracial Adoption, by Gail Steinberg and Myra Alperson Dim Sum, Bagels and Grits: A Sourcebook For Multicultural Families, by Myra Alperson Does Anybody Else Look Like Me? A Parent's Guide to Raising Multicultural Children, by Donna Jackson Nakazawa Books for Children:Dealing With Racism, by Jen Green The Colors of Us, by Karen Katz Racism Explained to My Daughter, by Tahar Ben Jelloun Comeunity.com listing of Multiracial Diversity books for children Interracial Children's Books Author Cynthia Leitich Smith's list of picture books with interracial family themes Periodicals:The Color of Life Adoptive Families Magazine: Transracial adoption resources Websites:Conspicuous Families: Race, Culture and Adoption, an online course from Adoption Learning Partners Race and Culture, an online course from Heart of the Matter Seminars Transracial/ Transcultural Parenting Coloring Between the Lines, blog posting on white privelege Camps:Pact: An Adoption Alliance
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