Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, Laquan McDonald, Tamir Rice, Amadou Diallo, Eric Gardner, Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland, Freddie Gray, Jamar Clark, John Crawford III, Walter Scott...and the count stretches back and back and forward and forward. Find a system, politician or organization to pressure for reform. State sanctioned racism and state sanctioned killing are nothing new, but … Continue reading Black Lives Matter
There are others who have gone ahead of me, scouting, getting lost, running into demons and in some cases fighting them off and in others retreating in search of paths easier to travel. We take different perspectives to life. Our stories are like two rivers dancing, intertwined one moment and heading in opposite directions in … Continue reading Daughter of the Ganges
Looking at a mirror I often times, more so now than in the past am startled by my reflection. I almost don't recognize myself. My face, it looks, well, different. I'm not the young undistinguishable American looking back at me. I'm...I'm Indian. I look Indian. I mean, well, I can tell, just by looking at … Continue reading An Identity Liability
Great piece. I strongly encourage taking a few minutes to read the piece and follow The Adopted Life blog.
NPR contacted me and asked me to be a part of the Sunday Conversation that aired yesterday morning. I spoke in depth about my story, my upbringing, the challenges and joys of my experience being raised by White parents, only to receive an email the next day stating that they had chosen to go another route. I responded kindly by stating “I sure hope you’ve chosen to include an adoptees perspective for your segment.” I awoke to hear the one-sided, tired, age old perspective that we’ve heard so many times before. A loving, White adoptive parent of three African American children was the only voice to hear. While her voice is valid and valuable, it should not have been the only voice featured on…
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I spend a lot of time thinking about and talking about where I am going to live. You know, like where I'm going to settle down and have kids, raise a family and all that jazz. My ideas change constantly. One minute I am dead set on living Richmond, where I went to school, the … Continue reading My Kids Are White