...And you dare, you sadist, to say the words below to a mother who speaks of the sense of loss and confusion her Asian daughter feels as she grows up and becomes aware that in her Connecticut suburb she is in physical ways ‘different’ from her white family--
Well. My community is about as white as it gets, and yet my son went through none of this "loss" and "confusion." That was because from infancy, we shared the world with him such that the sharing itself proved our differences were superficial-- things to be enjoyed and explored when they come to mind, things to be forgotten when they don't. It is no weird deal. I love that I have a black son who thinks and acts like me. I have plenty of white sons. I love them every one equally, and in their own special ways. But this one child, he is special-- because I deliberately chose him.
So when goofs start all of their lunacy about the difficulties of "transracial" (you folks come up with goofy names for EVERY dang thang) adoption, and how freakish it all is, I think you just need a couplathree whacks upside de dang hed!
and that somewhere in the world she must have a biological family, a mother, perhaps brothers and sisters, whom she will never know?
Surely this is good and important information. But it isn't something that need cause loss and confusion. It was an opportunity for joy that Poet's poor daughter failed to realize because of her racist mother. In my own case, by the time my son began to question his direct biological origin, it was a simple matter of curiosity - not one of loss because I had been in his life, literally in his face, from the very moment he was born. It was not a matter of confusion, because from the earliest he could ever remember, the issue of his adoption was linked to my own adoption by God through Christ. We made it a point to teach him that the same Force that made possible my adoption, also caused his adoption. No confusion. My son marvels at it, as do we all.
Adoption ought to be a glorious thing, not the freakish burden Poet (and so many others) make it out to be. It is the only human alternative to abortion.
From Pilch to Poet: You are the racist. You truly are. That is exactly why your daughter has suffered. You were unwilling to crawl into her space and learn about jab chae as a fresh gift to you both. And she always felt the sting, the crushing sting, of being separated from everyone, you in particular. She still feels it.
Well hey. This is true! Every single bit of it. It is highly unlikely that an adopted child could grow up with a parent who embraces the positions I have read here, and not feel a bitter partition between herself and her parents.
You have an ugly mind, Mr. Pilch.. Those words were designed solely to cause a mother pain over her daughter’s teen aged sadness--
Well if she feels pain it is pain she needs to feel because she has arrogantly pranced this earth falsely thinking herself capable of being the arbiter of life and death for children, just because the children happen to have extraordinary dependence upon her. Well the same essential dependence her aborted child had was also shared by her Asian daughter. It is the nature of children to depend, to flatly depend upon others. It is a nature shared by all humans. It is us - our identity; and rather than be sensitive to it, to sacrifice all to fulfill and uphold it, Poet let BOTH (!) her poor children suffer because of it. I would not have attacked here had she not used this fact to try and further spread her ignorance in this contest. Spare me the dang violins, E. No one's misfortunes, however great they are, give them the right to arrogantly push profound ignorance of what we creatures are, without having it assaulted.
And let us be honest: I have also shared personal information that my opponent surely assaulted with vigor, and yet no one is whining here for me (which is perfectly fine).
You are truly a monster!
That is undoubtedly true. I do not gainsay it. But I am a monster who, unlike you, never once advocated the right to literally slaughter a kid just because the kid is in a state of utter dependence. The monster in me turns against people like you, who wish to destroy our nature at its most innocent position.
And and I sincerely hope that you do not really have the eight children, including the black son (yassah boss, yassah, Marse Pilch, an yo say he am he am de top male chile’?!), whom you claim.
I don't have eight children. I have nine.
This is what Poet, who actually is an adoptive parent, did, for her daughter. She has written about this on SI, btw: When her daughter was ready, her parents worked with her through the orphanage to locate her biological family in Korea... Poet then sent her daughter to Korea
Well that is very nice and good. My son also met his biological mother. But here is the difference, and it is a great one. We didn't just sedn him away anywhere. When we were making these plans, he naturally assumed all of us, his real family, with his real dad and his real mom and his real brothers and his real grandparents and his real great-grandparents, would go to meet his biological mother. And that is exactly what we did.
Poet has done all a mother could for her child, and nothing to justify your hateful, gloating words.
I will not and cannot judge whether she did all she could do. Perhaps she did. I nevertheless certainly will judge whether what she did was all that should generally be done and whether her experience is sufficient to support an argument for abortion. It definitely is not. |
