Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005 - 6:04 a.m.
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Yes, I'm a White Feminist
And you wonder why I have a sporadic but healthy fear of transracial adoption.
Here is an article that plays into why I do NOT fill my house full of "ethnic" items, and why I am seriously critical of myself adopting a nonwhite child of another culture. It is weird eh... can't really win. If I adopt a white child, I am racist for chosing my own race and for leaving the wonderful children of every other race to languish unwanted and unloved in orphanages, foster homes and institutions. And if I adopt a nonwhite child, I am racist for culturally assimilating, "abducting", fetishising that child. Can't win can't win. Maybe I should go back one to the Saint Bernard adoption page.
Of course then it will look as though I care more for the dogs of the world than the needy children. How immature and selfish.
It is all so complex. But sometimes I am boggled by the people who don't see the complexity of it all, who declare love is colorblind, that racism is just the nasty bigoted few and that loving a child is all that counts. It does make one want to spend one's day digging in the garden and sleeping, doesn't it.
hmmm.
wenchie
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
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