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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.

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