September 8, 2009
My dear daughter,
I read a story by a woman who had been adopted. She said that her mother wanted nothing to do with her until she was 18.
I hope hope hope!!! that you know how much I want to be in your life. That I’ve tried over and over, asking nicely to the people who are raising you, but they decline. They run away from me. Please don’t think I’m running away from you. I will not stop trying.
I love you. That is stronger than any of their fears.
September 1, 2008
August 16, 2008
August 13, 2008
July 2, 2008
June 23, 2008
June 20, 2008
I am reading the book, “The Baby Theif: The Untold Story of Georgia Tann the baby seller who corrupted adoption” and learned the term Spotters.
Spotters are the people who would seek out women who were poor, and would report back to Georgia Tann. The family would become a target, and they would do everything possible to steal the children. And they always succeeded.
Edward Hull Crump, the mayor in Memphis TN, and the Juvenile court judge, Camille Kelley were in Georgia’s back pocket, and approved all of the kidnappings and sales of children that she completed. Kelley also went around to orphanages and was a spotter, taking down names of marketable children. Georgia made tons of money for children who prior to her marketing, people couldn’t give away for free.
Georgia was also the woman who made exploiting children as a means of selling a product (themselves) popular. A Memphis reporter, Ada Gilkey needed a subject to fill her Christmas story articles. Being a time of the depression, Georgia deemed the newspaper a good place to place children in the newspaper. Every day was a different picture of children, with very demeaning phrases such as…
“Want a real, live Christmas present?” (12/9/1929)
“A present guaranteed to add two fold to the joy of the holidays? Well here’s your chance, for 25 children ranging in age from three months to seven years will be presented to as many lucky families this Christmas Eve…”
“Could you use a Christmas baby?”
“Which of three infant boys will you have for Christmas?”
“Living dolls [three baby girls] for YOU.”
and so many more.
The spotter who saw me was Phi Nyugen, who was my daughter’s pediatrician. This doctor is related to Stephanie McDonald, (maiden name Nyugen) who worked as a Director of Operations at the JFCS (Jewish Family and Community Services) for which Kathleen Stevens, the “social worker” who accompanied Shorstein in my hospital room while I was drugged up in the hospital. They saw I was from out of state and on Medicaid and presumed I would be an easy target. They were right. While drugged up in the hospital, I was easy prey forcing me to sign relinquishment papers, as they would not leave my room until I had done so. This has been common practice since Georgia Tann started, dating back to the 1920’s. Still common practice today.
I hate adoption. I hate Georgia Tann. I hate the Shorsteins and Kathleen Stevens. They are a bunch of child stealers. Their intent, to prey on the weak and vulnerable, and make a profit by selling babies and children.
June 18, 2008
June 12, 2008
So… I’ve noticed the trend on people’s blog whereas people who read them think that what we write in our adoption world is all that we are. And I think about the perceptions that are made about what I have written. Which I can of course only guess at.
I wanted to let you all know some good news in my life for which I am very excited about. I work part time as a counselor which I love. And, I finally secured a job in which I’ve been trying to get for over a year. It is working with foster youth.
My long term goal is to work with foster young adults after they come out of the institutions. Maybe ages 18-25. I know that there are few supports available to them, with having lost their families, and relied on paid professionals to care for them. I want to create a co-op house with other foster ya’s and non foster ya’s so that there will be a diverse group who can support each other and learn from each other. I’d fashion it after L’arche which has greatly affected me.
June 10, 2008
It’s the time again, where my emotions send me into pitfalls of depression. I can feel the release, as the months go by. But still it lingers. And, I will never be the same.
I will never be the same, because my daughter was stolen from me 10 years ago. And she breathes and walks, and I don’t even get to hold her. I don’t even get to be her mother. And any scrap of information I get, I have to dig and fight for.
I will never be the same, because on March 23rd, I lost my second baby to a miscarriage. I feel horrible pangs of regret, anger, and sadness, that I have failed these two in their lives. And, sometimes, such as days like these, I think that truly, I can never forgive myself.
