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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Trans-racial adoption

Trans-racial Adoption

I met Molly in Church last night.  She is a beautiful little African American girl, adopted by a white couple.  She has the curliest hair, and the cutest little smile.  And she is an independent little person already, at just 21 months.  She made me smile!   Her older brother looks to be about 8, and I would guess that he is the biological son of this couple.  I’ve been thinking of this family since I saw them in Church.  Why is that?

I wanted to give them some sign of recognition and approval.  I wanted to tell them that this is a good thing, this trans-racial adoption, and all of the world will be a bit better because you are doing it.  Two of our daughters looked a lot like Molly when they were young.  If you want to see their pictures, look here:  https://sites.google.com/site/carlscheider/.

One of our friends told us much later, that when she first saw our family with kids of various races, she was very concerned.  She thought that we had no idea the problems we would face in the world as our kids grew up.  Well, she was wrong.  All of our children have been a major blessing in our lives.  So I wanted this young couple to somehow be affirmed.  Adoption is a wonderful adventure, and I want to thank you for being brave enough to undertake it.  Oh, there will be problems, for sure, but you will get back much more than you put in.  You will learn things about yourself and your world that you could not have learned in any other way.

And I would have liked to have alerted them to one other thing.  I think we got most of this parenting stuff right, but I think we got the race thing a little bit wrong.  I would correct that if I could.

As parents, we were intentionally racially blind, and I would do that differently now.  I think our children prospered in spite of this mistake, but I would recommend that other families do it differently.  Our thinking was that race is not an important part of being human, and we should do our best to just ignore it.  Our goal was that if our children encounter someone who thinks race is important, they should wonder what is wrong with that person.  I think we succeeded at that – all of our children are modestly racially insensitive.  But, as a result, the ones who are racial minorities were not well equipped to deal with some parts of the world around them.  We could have prepared them a bit better for some of the people and situations which they would inevitably encounter.  I would have given all of our children a better exposure to the history of racial injustice in our country.  I would have made a better effort to have all of them understand the cultural differences that exist across racial lines – both black – white, and Asian – American.

I think we did ok, but we could have done more.  We had friends who were black.  We had friends who were Vietnamese.  We had friends who had racially mixed families.  Our children saw that as a very normal thing.  But we never spent any time discussing race or Asian cultures with them.  We did not talk about the prejudice that exists in the world, which they would likely encounter.  As a family, we spent more time talking about sexuality than we did about race.  Sexuality is important, but race is also important, and we pretty much tried to ignore it.

I have a couple of stories that show how well we succeeded with the racially blind approach.  My wife’s father came to live with us after his first wife passed away.  At that time, our kids ranged in age from 3 to 12.  Pap was a wonderful presence in our home – a warm, gracious grandpap.  Our good friends also have children of mixed races.  They have a biological daughter, a Black son, and a Vietnamese son.  Grandpap was not sure which boy was which.  So he asked the kids, which one is David, and which one is John.  All of the kids started describing these two boys to him.  David has curly hair, John has straight hair.  David is a little wider, John is thinner, etc.  They did not use the easy category that I would have fallen into immediately:  David is Black, and John is Vietnamese.

On another occasion, all of the boys came home from school with the news that Carla has a new boy friend.  Now Carla is a very pretty Black young lady.  I am her father, and I am very concerned about the quality of boy that might presume to date my lovely daughter.  So I ask my kids, what’s this guy like?  They tell me things like: “His name is Calvin.  He’s from Chicago.  He plays basketball.  You would like him, Dad.”  They go on this way for a while.  I grew up in a very racially sensitive big city, and the first thing that leaps into my brain is, “Is this kid black?”  They don’t tell me that, and I have the good sense not to ask them.  But that night, in bed, I share the story with my wife, and I confess that my racially tuned brain still wants to know!  Well, Calvin was black, and he was a nice kid, and he took my daughter to prom, in our car, and she drove – but that’s another whole story.

Bottom line, I would tell this couple to spend a little time talking with their children about the history of racial prejudice in our country.  Help your daughter, and your son, understand that people who grow up in different cultures have different world views.  Some are very narrow, and prejudiced – both white and black.  I would read to them, and tell them stories about our nation’s history of racial discrimination and the struggles to overcome it.  You love them, and they will be fine – but it will help them if they have a little more empathy for those strange people who focus on their race – black or white.

AND along the way, you will also learn a bunch of other stuff about human beings. I used to think that we pretty much all worked the same way. Our two biloogical sons are very different - but their difference runs the gamut from the extremes evidenced by my personality and that of my wife. One comes early, one is just in time - one is very emotional, the other more analytical - that kind of stuff. But with our adopted kids, we have a whole new scale and dimension. When they were young, I really worried about that, and I spent some time trying to "fix" them. One of them is a supreme risk taker - no risk is too great, no downhill run too dangerous. He leaps into everything. One of my daughters is extremely careful and cautious. She never makes any decision until the last minute. Honest - it's true.

I finally came to understand that both of them are well within the normal range of human behavior - somewhat at the two ends of this dimension. Our other daughter is kind of on a different plane altogether. But it's a good one, and she is also just fine. They are ALL just fine, as they came to us, crafted by the genetics of their parents. I tell people all the time - how they grew up is not my fault - they came that way. Thankfully, that is always in response to positive comments of praise! 

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Visits to Nicaragua - WHY?

My parish here in Minnesota has been sponsoring delegations to visit a community in Teustepe, Nicaragua for over 25 years. And we sponsor their visits to us in the North. It's an interesting relationship. I have been down there 7 times in 6 years. Why do we do this? People ask me that all the time.

Is this a “mission” trip?  Is it a “project”?  What are you building?  What are you bringing for them?  I always say, “No, it’s different”.  I cannot grasp what a “mission” trip to a Latin American country would be about.  They are more Catholic or Christian than we are.  They are more religious, more committed – more everything in the realm of religion.  If there is a mission, it is what they do to our understanding of religion while we are there.  And, no, this is not a “project”.  A “project” is where we come in from the North and build something, or install something, or give them something.  We don’t do that.  Many of the things imposed by the North are useless.  And they change the relationship to one of donor and dependent recipient.  We don’t do that.

So, why do we go there?
  1.  A new view on the world. After a week in Nicaragua, our eyes are focused a bit differently.  We have on new “glasses”, new “lenses”.  I have been there 7 times now, and have also traveled to several other foreign lands – and every visit gives me a new perspective.  This lens, this perspective changes my view of the rest of the planet.  There are billions of people who are living at or about this economic level, with a similar history, similar problems and hopes.  If I never see them, never hear them, then, I really cannot understand them, or love them.  This small group gives me a window on the others that I cannot get without actually going there and living with them.  It changes US, and hopefully that will help in the long run.
  2. We Bless Them. We bless them, simply by coming and naming them.  They have our respect, and our love.  We build them up, we support them, and we bless them and call them by name.  We come as equals; we accept their gifts, their hospitality, their food, their hopes and dreams.  We affirm them. We help them process their ideas, to focus their energies, to be real people in this world where they are barely a blip on the world scene!  And they richly deserve our blessing.  Their faith, their hope, their efforts in the face of their problems, are simply incredible.
  3. We Help Them. I am not clear exactly how this works, but I am convinced that we do help.  We do not bring large sums of cash, we do not put up walls, we do not teach, but we do help.  We fund a continuing education and facilitation program conducted by a local NGO.  This helps them to function as a group, and gives them access to other local resources.  And some of the help happens back home, as we confront our own problems, with theirs in mind.  Some of it affects our government, our foreign policy, all the things done in our name.  Some of it comes from the changes that happen in them, their ability to organize, to invoke change where they are.  We can help with other specifics, and we do, in many ways.  New opportunities appear on each visit.
This is a work in progress.  We help them grow and participate in their local politics and problems.  But, fundamentally, we are about creating friends.  That should be enough, I think.