Beating Japanese people to death because they’re stealing Guatemalan babies is pretty new.
EJ Graff has done a lot of good reporting on this. As a general rule, prospective parents should be extremely suspicious if the amount of money they are paying exceeds the median annual income of the child’s home country. Anytime someone comes in throwing around that kind of money, you can expect someone else is figuring out a way to get it, by whatever means necessary.
Is the problem here that the agencies are not explaining to the parents, in a language the parents understand, what it means to give up their child for adoption? That seems relatively easily fixable. Or is the problem something else?
Yes, this is a big problem and people who adopt internationally willingly turn a blind eye to their stolen babies. Children are a commodity that people will pay $30-40K for, so it should be no surprise that corruption follows.
But in many of these countries, the mechanisms for terminating parental rights don’t exist or are not accessible. I will bravely agree that we should try and make sure that children are not stolen from their parents. However, I’d rather have kids adopted out as babies than ending up working as prostitutes in 8-10 years.
Seriously? Is late teens/early twenties too old? Need answer fast.
Don’t you?
Which is disgusting of you, and the justification that these parents use when they pay to have children kidnapped in other countries.
Or choice maybe parents shouldn’t have to make that choice?
I personally know one Vietnamese teenager who was sold-I mean adopted- as a child to a batshit crazy woman who reminds her on a fairly regular basis that her parent sold her. Remarkably the kid seems to be doing ok.
Sorry sven, I like you, but you’re never gonna live that one down.
If you wanted to discuss or analyze the serious issues that sometimes arise from international adoptions there are better ways to do it than starting a pit thread that accuses powerful white people of stealing the children of the poor wretched Africans. You know that that is a disingenuous way of describing the problem.
It’s sad when parents sell their children. Maybe they think by selling one they will be able to feed their other children.
I’m sorry for that teenager; some people just shouldn’t be parents. That includes parents by birth or adoptive parents.
This is the sort of job killing government regulation that just kills jobs.
If beating nuns is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
Back to the OP, I think we can sum this up by saying that when you adopt, you must simply ask “How was African babby formed?”
They need to do way instain adopters who steal thier babbies. It was in the news the mroing, a mother in AR who had stole her three kids. They are taking the three babby back to Mali too lady to rest. My pary are with the father who lost his chrilden. I am truley sorry for your lots.
Then maybe people who have an issue with the thread could actually articulate that instead of vomiting up Rafferisms.
A few years ago, I lived in a dusty town in Northern Cameroon. Like all Cameroonian towns of size (and this was of size- we had two restarants and a bank) it was a diverse place. The market was full of bejeweled nomads with tattooed faces, brash Southerners in incongruous shorts and Indomitable Lions jerseys, a smatter of people- like the baker and his gorgeous young daughter- who must surely be at least somewhat Arab, and even, deep in the bush, two Polish nuns. But for the most part, this town was dominated by the Muslim Fulbe. The once rebellious city had come to see Islam as the religion of prestige. It offered a calm, contemplative way of life, some basic human decency and a code of ethics that required behaving with respect towards once hated groups, soberness and devotion to family, and a connection to a rich cultural heritage. And thus i lived in a world of flowing robes, the call to prayer, and a new set of holidays.
At night in this village, I would hold court in my yard, perched on my traditional stick bed. A steady parade of visitors would come- hopeful suitors bearing bags of avocados and chickens (and promised of a cow- or even two- for my father), bored housewives hoping to break up the monotony of home life (and maybe get their hands on one of the jars I was rumored to just throw away), kids hoping I’d give them a little something for dinner, students begging for a better grade, and people thinking I could help them with their improbable troubles (“Please, mademoiselle, is this rock a diamond? Can you exchange this money from colonial Rhodesia into francs? How do you make and market bracelets made of cow bone? Can you help me move to Nigeria, I really need to go there?”)
One Halloween, in a fit of “I’m an American godammit,” I set up a family planning clinic. I felt pretty smug. Usually my American moments were confined to Sundays, where I’d definitely wear pants rather than the requisite knee-covering skirt. And then I would hide in my room and not leave the house all day because a woman going out in pants would be the scandal of the year.
As the nightly parade began, my neighbors of course asked what was going on. Northern Cameroonians are stunningly calm and accepting, so I knew they wouldn’t worry too much about it or think I was all that weird. So, I did my best to give them the short answer: “We use these clinics to educate people about how to make and not make babies.” And with that, I felt quite pleased with my little effort at cultural exchange and gave everyone a morning-after pill (which, in Cameroon, is candy, exactly the same as a Snicker’s Bar.)
My neighbors were fascinated. They began to ask rather exact, probing questions. What kinds of babbies? How many? Was it just this night? What are the precise ways to scare babbies off? What sorts of noises are acceptable when making a babby?
Then, nervously, they excused themselves. One of my friends turned to thank me. He said they were rushing home because it clearly was a time to make babies. “To think,” he said “Here we’ve been spending every completely unaware of how to make babbie!” and he thanked me for letting him know that it was a night to take precautions, and that clearly there was a lot of ignorance in Africa since they didn’t know these basic facts. From then on, my neighbors let me know, they’d stay inside and make babies.
So yes, somewhere, there are Africans who know how to make babies.
Rafferisms?
See above.
See above what? Are you speaking in code now?
See post #s 33, 39, 46 and 55. I can tell without looking that this thread’s been posted to GB.
I have no idea what a cute, if somewhat overwritten, little story about Muslims and Halloween in a thread about Muslims and Halloween has to do with anything.
Seriously, are you guys capable of contributing anything of value to this board?