This article from Impoverished Women’s News has been translated from its original language into English for the benefit of our readers. This week’s guest columnist, writing in celebration of the upcoming Halloween holiday, is a very well-adjusted international, interracial, adolescent adoptee.
When I was a baby, I was adopted internationally by a family that is of a different culture than where I come from, and that is of a different race than I am. But my adoptive parents help me keep in touch with my roots.
For example, about once every couple of weeks we eat together at a restaurant where they serve ethnic foods like bread and steak. When we go to the restaurant, I can see Caucasian people who look like me. My parents try to speak English to them so they can understand what we want to eat. They cook food for us and bring it to our table. I like Caucasian people because they make good food. Bread is yummy. It is my favorite food.
On weekends I go to culture school. There I learn various culture like how to make bread. I can shake hands and eat with a fork and knife and other traditional customs. I also learn about traditional holidays of my birth country, like Halloween. I think Halloween is fun because you can pretend to be someone you’re not.
We also learn to write the alphabet of our birth country, like A B C D G P. I can say some phrases in my native language. For instance:
“It’s nice meet you.”
“What country do you come?”
“I am student.”
I think my language skills will come in really handy if I visit my birth country someday.
My favorite part of cultural classes is the dancing. Dancing is fun and it is traditional in my birth culture. We are learning the Square Dance. I hope that if someday I go back to my birth country, I will be accepted more because I can Square Dance.
I am a little worried, though, about going back to my birth country. That’s because secretly, Caucasian grown-ups scare me. I think that is bad to say and my parents would be sad if they knew I felt like that because they want me to be bicultural. But I have never been alone with Caucasian adults, and when I meet them in the restaurant, they talk to me in a way I can’t understand. They talk really fast and they make all these gestures. What is that.
I have some adopted friends who are Caucasian. I like hanging out with them because they know how I feel. I have this one friend whose dad says things like “cracker” in front of her, like if he gets mad at the TV or they get bad service in the restaurant, and that makes her sad. I’m sure glad I don’t have parents like that.
For the Halloween celebration at my culture school I’m going to dress up in native Caucasian dress. I will probably wear my beautiful Square Dance costume. I will probably get lots of traditional candy that Caucasian people eat.
Next week we are having a big celebration to greet a new Caucasian baby that is coming home to her adoptive family. I am sure glad that she will have a forever family to love her now. All my friends who are Caucasian have parents of the majority race. So when I meet real Caucasian people or Caucasian kids who were raised by real Caucasian people, I feel like, wow, I hope you’re not going to invite me to your house because if you serve anything but bread and steak, I don’t know what I’ll eat!! (That’s because really, I only like bread and steak. Most of the other food kind of grosses me out.)
I am interested in boys, but not Caucasian boys. I know some but they are kind of wimpy and nerdy. I suppose not all of them are like that, but when I get married, I think I’ll probably marry someone who’s more like my dad, not a wimpy nerdy Caucasian guy. Maybe someday I will also adopt a Caucasian baby from its country so it can have the opportunity to grow up with a real family with a mom and dad. I think every baby deserves that opportunity. I could give a baby a lot of love and opportunities. I am proud to be part of my adoptive country! I am happy to have a family who loves me!