In Native American history, in both North- and South America and in the history of other indigenous
peoples around the world, a lot of children have been adopted out of their culture (just like me).
Sometimes this was done with the consent of the birth-parents and sometimes even without.
Most adoptive parents are either of European or American-European descent and they are well
meaning and loving people . Most of the children come from families that are not able to give them
the support they need because they themselves are struggling with downright poverty or other
circumstances that prevent them from looking after their children in a way that benefits the child.
Indigenous peoples in general are often marginalized and don’t get the chance to participate in the
dominant culture of their countries due to the eurocentric view that has become mainstream around
the world. This leads to a variety of problems like alcoholism, domestic violence and crime.
The chance to grow up in a healthy and loving family in a secure neighborhood and to get a good
education is one of the “advantages” a lot of the adoptees mention when asked about transracial
adoption. But what most of them will also tell you is that the loss of their own culture is a reason for
constant grief throughout their whole lives. This is one of the main reasons for them to start looking
for their birth-families. And those who do reunite with their first parents and culture can tell you that
it makes them feel like they finally found their place in life and the hole in their hearts starts healing.
Identity crises is something that ALL adoptees experience throughout their lives, but for interracial
adoptees it is a double loss of birth-family and of their native culture.
Trying to find out about their roots is NOT because they don’t love their (adoptive) parents and it
doesn’t alienate them from each other. It is even said that it makes the relationship better, because
the adoptees finally know who they are.
Never having the chance to meet people that look like you and act like you is like
growing up without ever looking into a mirror. How are you supposed to know who you are?
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The book contains twenty interviews with adoptees of Native-American descent and you can get it here.
Absolutely beautiful and well said. As such a child growing up, I always felt the sense of being different than others in my adoptive family. I was 28 years old when I finally located my biological parents and made contact with them. All came together then and I felt a marvelous sense of belonging. It was then that I could see where I inherited certain physical and character traits. I no longer felt ‘lost.’ Much of what I was, how I thought and what I felt became clear. My Indian roots were confirmed (my mother) and I now understood all that I experienced as a child, all that I felt, had finally come together. The deep spiritual energy within me was inherited from my native side. Like a dormant desert seed waiting for the summer rainfall to provide it the necessary nourishment to spring forth.
This is a remarkable post, Yemoonyah. Thank you for publishing it.
I’m always happy to find other native adoptees. Here in Europe there aren’t too many of us, but the web makes it possible to connect around the world and I am very grateful for that.
I feel so blessed to have connected with you. We share the sense of loss and yet the gifts were plenty. I always had the blood in my veins to keep me connected. Some adoptees claim we are the new medicine, since we have two worlds experience.
I have a copy of this book and will read again soon. I did not realize you are in it!
I will also try and connect with Zeke Sana who wrote you beautifully and is another amazing creative artist!
Oh, but I’m not in the book, I just read it and wanted to share it and my thoughts on the subject. And yes I aalso think we are here to gap the divide between the cultures. Isn’t that an honor?