For the last few mornings on NPR, they’ve been broadcasting stories on adoption. Monday, they interviewed a white couple that adopted two biracial children. Yesterday, they spoke with parents who adopted two young girls from
India. Today, they spoke with a woman who was adopted from
Korea in the 1950s – she was the child of a Korean mother and a British father.
I was hooked from the beginning – the first story gave me a revelation that I should really have had years ago, especially as a good left-leaning Democrat. When the white mother was sitting down with her school-age biracial daughter, showing her all the cards the family received when she was adopted, the little girl noted that all the babies were white – and she was not. The mother then began sending cards with people of different races on them to her family, and when her mother (the child’s grandmother) sent the little girl a birthday card with a black little girl on it, the little girl exclaimed that her grandmother really did love her.
The mother said that taught her that it wasn’t okay just to not be prejudiced – you need to be inclusive.
Inclusiveness is a buzzword often thrown around at my workplace. It’s something we believe in strongly as an organization – and something I believe in personally. But I feel like I never really knew what I believed in until I heard that story. It’s so simple, and it should be so natural. Why would anyone not want to be inclusive? Why would you want to make someone feel left out or alone or voiceless?
I’ve never really understood racism – the ugly hate of someone different than you, the sweeping generalizations of an entire culture. I hope I never do.