Expérience vécue du racisme dans l'adoption internationale transraciale

Il y a une semaine, un incroyable panel de 6 adoptés internationaux transraciaux m'a fait part de leurs expériences du racisme, grandissant dans un pays où la majorité raciale ne reflète pas leur couleur de peau et leur apparence extérieure.

Le webinaire se concentre sur les expériences australiennes car nous avons fourni ce forum pendant les heures ouvrables pour les professionnels australiens de l'adoption et des familles d'accueil. D'après mon expérience de connexion avec des milliers d'adoptés internationaux à travers le monde via l'ICAV, le racisme et la façon dont nous le subissons et le vivons est un phénomène partagé à l'échelle mondiale, quel que soit le pays d'adoption.

Écoutez les expériences partagées ici lors de l'enregistrement de notre webinaire de panel :

Timecode pour ceux qui veulent accéder aux parties pertinentes :

00:00:00 – 00:03:13 Introduction & why we discuss racism
00:03:27 – 00:04:30 Welcome to country
00:04:35 – 00:08:20 Introduction of adoptee panel
00:08:20 – 00:41:14 What does racism look like & its impacts
00:41:15 – 01:09:47 Suggestions on how we can be better supported
01:09:56 – 01:23:14 Questions and answers with audience
01:23:15 – 01:26:02 Thank you and summary of key points

Ressources

Notre dernier article de perspective ICAV sur Racisme
Notre recommandé Ressources de course
ICAV Ressource vidéo includes discussions about race and racism
Soutiens post-adoption

Culture pop et personnes de couleur

par Benjamin Kelleher, born in Brazil of African origins and adopted to Australia.

Has pop culture and the thirst for Americanised TV and media viewing, masked, diluted, or interfered with the process of transracial adoptees connecting to their biological history?

What sparked my questioning of the media juggernaut was the recent passing of an important date in my own heritage. 13 May 2022 marked the 134 year anniversary of the day the country of Brazil officially abolished slavery. Being an Afro-Brazilian intercountry adoptee, you can imagine my interest in the civil rights movement, Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement and any topic which covers the modern history of the greater African diaspora and this date in particular.

But you may ask, why my initial question? Well, what some may not know, is the fact that whilst estimates vary from source to source, roughly 40% of the Africans forcefully removed and relocated to the new worlds during the transatlantic slave trade ended up in Brazil as opposed to the 10% the USA received. Another fact is that whilst Great Britain outlawed slavery in 1807, the US in 1865 — Brazil was officially the last of the western world to abolish Slavery in 1888. So, in essence whilst the championed President Lincoln was setting slaves free in the US, Brazil had another 23 years of economic corner cutting, on the backs of African people.

With the death of George Floyd and the BLM movement striking TV’s, phones and anything with a screen in 2020, the plight of the black man was again thrust into world view and a talking point for many all over the globe. Many again looked to the USA with raised eyebrows as to the institutionalised treatment of people of colour (POC). Over the next year the BLM movement took shape in many countries. What I certainly don’t remember seeing any reports on, was the fact that in 2021 according to the Washington post, 56% of Brazil’s population were black yet made up 79% of deaths by police in that same year. 2021 also saw 67% of the prison population noted as black people.

Being adopted to Australia, I find at times I am somewhat perplexed that we can have such a plethora of movies, books, documentaries, blogs, and podcasts that will feed a need for knowledge on this topic when specifically talking about the American history. Yet, to find the same level of information on countries such as Brazil, or even the Australian history of how we have treated our own indigenous and POC, one must be willing to do a bit more digging and legwork.

Speaking from a transracial adoptee perspective, I can see how this would not affect my peers of Anglo complexion to any great length. Yet for those of us, who at times may have struggled with or found it challenging to form connections with our biological history and to a degree identity, this seems to form another hurdle on the road of complexities that can be the intercountry adoption lived experience.

So again, I conclude my rant by asking, are we losing a greater sense of world history and narrowing our field of view when it comes to the history of a multitude of ethnicities and POC in a bid to continue to devour American pop culture through media and as a by-product, it’s historical views?

You can follow Benjamin @ Insta on the_quiet_adoptee or check out his short interview at our Ressource vidéo.

Ressources

Africa Enslaved

Anniversaires des adoptés

par Maars, emmené des Philippines au Canada. Vous pouvez suivre Maars @BlackSheepMaars

Les anniversaires sont difficiles pour un adopté.

C'est un rappel du jour où j'ai reçu la vie. C'est un rappel de ce qu'une mère et un père ne pouvaient qu'imaginer pour moi.

Cependant en adoption, ces rêves sont de courte durée et quelqu'un d'autre en rêve un nouveau pour moi, mais ce n'est jamais garanti. Tous les rêves ne portent pas la même intention et le même amour et c'est vrai à bien des égards pour moi ayant perdu mes parents biologiques.

Mais maintenant je rêve pour moi-même, et c'est moi qui me réapproprie.

Alors que je réfléchis à aujourd'hui, ce que 34 ans ont été, je pleure encore ce bébé avec ce sourire, combien elle ne savait pas qu'elle serait devant elle. Combien de perte et de chagrin elle aurait dû surmonter au fil des années et la perte de tout ce avec quoi elle était née.

J'aurais aimé pouvoir la sauver. J'aurais aimé pouvoir la sauver de tous les moments douloureux auxquels elle serait confrontée, et j'aurais pu la tenir à chaque fois qu'elle pleurait pour ses parents biologiques. J'aimerais pouvoir lui garantir qu'un jour, elle retrouverait toutes ses pièces et que cela viendrait avec un autre type de deuil. J'aimerais savoir comment être là pour elle.

Aujourd'hui, je souhaite pour elle et moi-même que bébé Maars et moi-même puissions continuer à panser les blessures auxquelles elle n'a plus besoin de s'accrocher. Je souhaite qu'elle puisse trouver la paix et le bonheur dans le présent.

Certaines choses dont je ne me remets jamais, certaines choses feront toujours surface. Certaines choses guériront avec le temps.

Joyeux anniversaire bébé Maars, on va bien !

Découvrez un blog récent de Maars : Tant de pertes dans l'adoption

Gabby Malpas sur le racisme

Le 3 avril 2022, un groupe de 19 adoptés internationaux australiens a participé à une consultation de l'ICAV pour la Commission australienne des droits de l'homme (AHRC) qui a élaboré un Document de conception pour un Cadre national de lutte contre le racisme. We believe intercountry/transracial adoptees are under represented in race discussions in almost every adoptive country and wanted to make sure we had a say. Gabby’s input below is included in our full papers ici which we submitted to the AHRC.

par Gabby Malpas, born in New Zealand of Chinese origins and transracial adoptee, ICAV Representative, artist at Gabby Malpas.

Colourblind by Gabby Malpas; watercolour painting

I was born in 1966 in Auckland New Zealand. I am 100% Chinese and at the time of writing, I am 56 years old. I started coming out of the adoption fog at 48 years of age, after meeting my birth mother in 2004. It seems old but to clarify, at 48, I finally connected with other Asian adoptees and found validation, support and the language to express my feelings around my life experience.

I have a huge respect for parents. I am a step parent but have not done the heavy lifting that parents do. It’s hard being a parent. Throw adoption or fostering into the mix and that becomes very hard. Throw transracial adoption into that mix and the challenges become even more so. These are my thoughts around racism. All of our experiences are different.

I am very happy. I see the value of good relationships with friends, peers and family, and acknowledge that all of us have experienced trauma at some point in our lives. However, I have struggled with racism my entire life with my difference pointed out almost daily by classmates, co-workers and friends. Not too regularly, I have also been attacked and harassed on the street and was bullied badly throughout my school years.  Jokes and micro-aggressions seem harmless and it took me decades to understand why I was constantly angry: an innocent question about my name/my origins/my nationality seems innocuous, but day after day, often from complete strangers makes a person exhausted, wary and sad/angry. I often withdraw.

I have this to say – I could not tell you this at age 12, 18, 25, 30 or even 40. It took decades to begin to process, understand and articulate what I am feeling.

Dear adoptive parents

Here is what I would like you to know about my life experience as a transracial adoptee:

  • Please understand my life experience is, was and will always be different to that of my white peers, siblings and parents. Like it or not, quite often we transracial adoptees are treated very differently to our white siblings and peers. I noted a big change in people’s behaviour towards me when they saw one of my parents come into view. Racists are sneaky – they are not going to say stuff with you around. And it comes in many subtle forms: how many brown kids are watched like a hawk as soon as they enter a store? How many brown girls are told they talk too much or are too loud/naughty when their white classmates are termed ‘enthusiastic’ or ‘confident’ for the same behaviour?
  • I was raised colourblind. It was the 60s, 70s and 80s. We knew no better. I was 55 years old when the penny finally dropped about my own family’s response to my experience with racism. An older sister said, “But we just assumed you were one of us,” (therefore, it was impossible for you to experience racism). Another piece of the puzzle solved. However, my 7 year old me would not thank my family for the dismissal, harsh words or outright denial that anything had taken place. Things are different now. We have resources and so much information available.
  • If you are triggered by the terms: white privilege, white fragility and wilful ignorance then think long and hard before adopting a child of different race to you. We are looking to you to teach us, to have our backs and stand up for us. And this includes your circle of friends, your own family and peers. I was raised in the age where children were seen and not heard. I accepted outright racist comments/acts from neighbours, friends, extended family, and later, colleagues because I felt that it was my lot or I was undeserving of better. But think about what that does to someone over a lifetime! Is it any wonder that we adoptees are 4 times more likely to have substance abuse or suicide? Let’s try to change that.
Ching Chong by Gabby Malpas, watercolour painting
  • Believe us. I was 5 or 6 years old when I reported my first racist incident to my parents (and this was because I was scared. I didn’t report the ‘ching chong’ chants, the pulling back of eyes and harsher treatment by certain nuns because I was brown and clearly born of sin – those were a daily occurrence). Two much larger and older boys cornered me and pulled down my pants to see if ‘my bum was the same as the other girls’. Horrific and it still haunts me to this day. In response to sharing what happened, I was punished and told not to lie. So I stopped. It was clearly not safe for me to speak up and I didn’t want to be punished for it (to be fair I think it was the mention of private parts that had them more outraged). I left NZ for good in 1988. I put distance between myself and my family because of the above and some bonds were sadly broken for a while. Do you want this for your own family? If your children do not trust you to have their back they may be reticent to report more serious stuff like abuse, bullying and even date rape/domestic violence.
  • Just because we don’t tell you doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. I finally found the courage to speak up in the last two years. I cut friends, extended family members and suppliers for my own mental health and sanity but also I finally understood that I didn’t have to engage with such people.
  • Words hurt. And the hurt lasts a lifetime. So those jokes you make about other races — their food, shopping habits, hoarding, driving skills … all those lazy stereotypes that the Australian media like to peddle – well, your kids are listening.  When we see racist incidents reported be dismissed or downplayed by the media (especially if it is a footy star/ celebrity accused), how do you think that makes us feel?  We don’t need to hear:
    ‘They weren’t racist to me – are you sure it happened?’
    ‘What did you do to make them act in this way?’
    ‘Rise above it!’
    ‘Ignore it!”
    ‘Can’t you take a joke?’
    ‘I’m sure Xxxx didn’t mean to be offensive…’
    This ain’t it. Do better.
  • Quite often we are rejected by our own race – we are seen as ‘too white’, too culturally ignorant, and our names are white. This can be very confronting.
    We grow up, study, work and socialise generally in white spaces. We adapt to our environments to fit in but can be treated very harshly by our own race because of this.  A heritage camp and trip once a year can’t help with this and if we are living in a white country – it is understandable that we just want to fit in/fade into the background like everyone else. But we can’t. Don’t shame us for trying to survive in our own environments.
  • Racism is hard to process when the perpetrator looks like a member of your own family. An Asian child who grows up with their own cultural background watches how their parents react and behave when they are faced with racist incidents. They see how their parents behave and speak to the offender. Nothing may be said but there is a shared experience within the family and younger members can learn from their elders – and even grow up to challenge passive responses.

Check out Gabby’s amazing Art Mentoring that she does as a volunteer with younger Chinese adoptees.

L'adoption peut être une prison psychologique

How do I start over?

The question echoes in my brain every day here in Hawaii, now totally away from the relations of my former adopted life.

How do I live anew as one person in this world?

I left my adoptee ties that were technically governmentally bonded relations that I had no control over as a Filipino orphaned child circa 1980’s. For me, they had been total strangers and I didn’t have any oversight or support in post-adoption.

As time went on for me, I wasn’t able to have the fortune to get to know my biological family as after my reunion in 2012 in the Philippines, I decided to go my own way once I discovered our language barriers and my inability to confirm any facts on them.

So yes, fast-forward to current times and it is Sunday, and I have relinquished my bond of my adoptive ties for various reasons, and it hasn’t been easy but for me, it was necessary.

This break action has been mental, emotional and physical. Slamming this lever down included making physically strategic distance by moving far, far away on my own to the Pacific islands in 2019, re-establishing dual citizenship to my birth country in the Philippines in 2021, and civilly sending a kindly written email to my adoptive parents this year after my adoptive brother’s jarring and untimely death.

Additionally, the extended adoptive ties I’ve noticed can also naturally deteriorate with time itself after years of peaceful but gently intentional non-communication.

What happens after you’re on this path of annexation, you wonder?

For me, I’ve arrived at an interesting intersection in my adulthood when I’ve sort of returned to a former state of orphanhood with no real station in life, no bonds, all biological history, heritage and economic status obsolete all over again.

Doesn’t sound that appealing, I know! Tell me about it.

The perk is that instead of being a vulnerable child, I am a 36-year-old woman living in Hawaii. I have rights. I am in control of my wellbeing and fate. I have responsibilities. I drive my own car, I pay bills, I have funds; I have a job and I am not helpless.

I can take care of myself. So to me, the biggest perks are in being healthy and reclaiming my life, identity and sovereignty needed over my own needs and wellbeing.

So quickly the adoptee bond can turn into toxic relations if the parents are narcissistic or emotionally or physically abusive.

After the death of my adopted brother, who was also a Filipino American adoptee and died of severe mental issues and alcohol poisoning, I had a stark wake-up call of how these adoptee relations were silently impacting me too.

And I had to make better choices for myself, I would be risking too much if I ignored this.

It is like leaving a psychological prison, I told Lynelle on a weekend in May.

After some reflection, I realized that as a child and having to make structured attachments from being displaced, this legal bond fastens.

And as a displaced, vulnerable child, I think one falls privy to co-dependency, the need for a family structure overrides even the need for safety for his or her own wellbeing, like if abuses arise in this domestic home.

Or other aspects might not nurture the adoptee, like when the child isn’t being culturally nurtured according to their birth country.

Or when the parents or family members are financially and socially acceptable as to meeting criteria of adoption, but possess narcissistic personalities which is also detrimental to the child’s personal, emotional, psychological and cultural development.

A child stays glued and psychologically devoted to their family ties through development stages and on past adulthood because the need for foundational attachments is paramount to one’s psychological upbringing and success.

And if these ties are in any way bad for the adoptee early on, I think these relations that were once saving can quickly turn into a psychological prison because you are truly bound to these social ties until you’re strong enough to realize that you have a choice.

And you pouvez break out of this bond, this governmentally established bond, although possibly later on as an adult. And, with some finesse.

As an adult adoptee, from my experience adoptive ties that develop healthily or dysfunctionally, after a certain amount of time both types transitions into permanence to that adoptee. Adoptive ties mesh and fuse just the same as biological ties, once you’ve gone so long in the developmental process.

This adoptive relation is totally amazing when it’s good, like any good relationship.

The spin is that when there are issues plaguing the adoptive unit, which can be subtle, interplaying with the personality and culture of the adoptive relations, these issues can go totally disguised, unreported, and it can be toxic and the affects can last a lifetime.

From experience, I see that it is because the adoptee child is vulnerable and doesn’t know how to report issues in the relations, because the option isn’t even granted to them.

No one is really there to give or tell the adoptee child that they have these rights or options. When it comes to post-adoption, there isn’t much infrastructure.

Sadly, if dynamics are not supportive to the adoptee, in time, it can cost an adoptee the cultural bonds to their own birth country or the loss of their native language.

It can cost an adoptee their sanity and mental health.

It can cost an adoptee their self-esteem, which all bleeds and returns into the social sea of their placement or back out into other countries.

And, it can cost an adoptee their life.

On the upside, if the placement is good, it can save a person’s life as well! And it can allow this adoptee happiness and joy forevermore.

Each side of the coin both instills an adoptee’s human value and the toll the placement takes on every child who becomes an adult in society is also expensive, leading to exponential advantage and success in society, or potential burnouts.

For me, my adoptive placement was costly in the end. However, I was still able to survive, work and live. I was materialistically taken care of, thankfully.

I honestly think much was due to my own faith, offbeat imagination and whatever blind luck I was born with that all carried me through this.

Overall, this has been a total trip and my journey has been very far from embodying the traditional fairy tale adoption story.

So now, it’s time to do the hard work, an adoptee mentor messaged me today. But I can do it, we all can do it! It just takes good choices and regular upkeep.

Nearing the end of this post, I will share to my adoptee community that we have a choice especially once we’re of legal age. I’m sort of a wildflower in general, and a late bloomer, so I’m coming out of the fog and becoming aware now in my mid-thirties.

Yes, we have a lot to rear ourselves depending on the economic status we find ourselves in without our adoptee ties. But like other adoptee peer support has shared, you should not do this kind of thing by yourself. You can have support structures the whole time in this.

And yes, it is terrifying, because you will have to rebuild your sense of identity when leaving toxic family relations. As yes, it can be like rebuilding your identity all over again from when you leave them and start anew, as a now a self-made, sovereign person.

From a Hawaiian private school I work at now, I have come to find that cultural identity building begins in the present and it is built upon values, history, education and the wisdom of the past. Now that I have found a home in Hawaii, maybe I can learn more about it.

I will also be working on weekly goals that I hope to share to the community as I continue on this never-ending journey.

In conclusion, if you are in a good adoptive family, God bless your fortune and I have so much love and happiness for you! However, if you are needing to split away from the ties, like if your adoption wasn’t that healthy, then please know it isn’t impossible.

Professional and peer support is here for you, every day on your way to freedom. You can create your own sovereignty, it will just take work.

Read Desiree’s earlier post at ICAV: Ce que j'ai perdu quand j'ai été adopté and follow her at Weebly ou Instagram @starwoodletters.

Si la Lune pouvait être ma mère de naissance maintenant

par Roxas-Chua, adopté des Philippines aux États-Unis ; auteur, artiste.

J'ai pensé partager cette image qui se trouve sur ma table de bureau dans mon studio. Je l'ai créé une de ces nuits où je n'étais pas en mesure de puiser dans le changement et le mouvement dans ma lutte pour l'adoption. Je trouve qu'un équilibre entre le partage d'histoires, le travail d'autoparentalité, l'écriture contemplative et le dessin m'a aidé à naviguer et à traduire le monde qui m'entoure. Dans ce dessin, j'étais accompagné de la lune, ce qui m'a en quelque sorte réconforté comme le fait la nature. J'espère que ça vous plait. C'est un instantané de tendresse que l'on recherche chez soi et chez les autres. Si la lune peut être ma mère biologique maintenant, ça me va. Je prendrai n'importe quel chemin qui éclaire la nuit.

Pour en savoir plus sur Roxas-Chua, consultez leur podcast Cher quelqu'un quelque part et livre Dire son nom trois fois sous l'eau.

Amérique - Vous avez rendu difficile d'être fier d'être américain d'origine asiatique

by Mary Choi Robinson, adopted from South Korea to the USA

As I sit down to my laptop it is May 2, the second day of Asian American and Pacific Islander (AAPI) Heritage Awareness Month and I reflect on Alice Wu’s The Half of It I watched last night to commemorate the first day of AAPI month. Watching the movie with my daughter, I thought how I wished it or something like it had been available when I was a teenager or even in my early twenties. To see an entire film focused on the life of a young Asian woman on the cusp of self-discovery and adulthood would have made me feel seen and a part of the fabric of American identity. So while this month is meant to showcase AAPI heritage I am not in fact proud to be Asian-American…yet.

I am sure my previous statement will elicit reactions from disbelief, to shock, to anger, and everything in between from varying groups of identities. So let me explain why I am not proud yet, how America made it nearly impossible for me to be proud, and how I’m gaining pride in my Asianness. As a Korean adoptee, raised by white parents in predominately-white areas, I have always navigated two racial worlds that often oppose each other and forever contradict my identity. The whiteness of my parents did not insulate or protect me from racism and in fact would even appear at home. When I first arrived to the US, my sister, my parent’s biological child, took me in as her show and tell for school with our parents’ blessing. Her all white classmates and teacher were fascinated with me and some even touched my “beautiful silky shiny jet black” hair, something that would continue into my early thirties until I realized I did ne pas have to allow people to touch my hair. Although I start with this story, this is not a piece about being a transracial, transnational adoptee—that is for another day, maybe in November for National Adoption Awareness Month—but to illustrate how my Asian identity exists in America.

As I grew up, I rarely saw other Asians let alone interacted with them. Instead, I lived in a white world full of Barbie, blonde hair and blue eyes in movies, television shows, magazines, and classrooms. The rare times I did see Asians in person were once a year at the Chinese restaurant to celebrate my adoption day or exaggerated or exocticized caricatures in movies and tv shows. Think Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Long Duck Dong in Sixteen Candles, or Ling Ling the “exotic gem of the East” in Bewitched. Imagine instead an America where Wu’s film or To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before ou Crazy Rich Asian ou Fresh Off the Boat ou Kim’s Convenience would have opened up for generations of Asian Americans. Rarely would I spot another Asian in the school halls. However, I could never form friendships with them, heavens no, they were real full Asians and society had taught me they were weird, ate strange smelly things, talked funny, and my inner adolescent warned me association with “them” would only make me more of an outsider, more Asian. In classrooms from K-12 and even in college, all eyes, often including the teacher, turned to me when anything about an Asian subject, regardless of whether it was about China, Vietnam, Korea, etc., as the expert to either verify or deny the material. I always dreaded when the material even had the mention of an Asian country or food or whatever and would immediately turn red-faced and hot while I rubbed my sweaty palms on my pant legs until the teacher moved on, hoping the entire time I would not be called on as an expert like so many times before.

My white family and white friends would lull me into a false sense of belonging and whiteness by association. That false sense of security would shatter when they so easily and spontaneously weaponized my Asianness against me with racial slurs during arguments. Of course, I was used to racist verbal attacks from complete strangers, I had grown up on a diet of it, but it especially pained me from friends and family. The intimacy of those relationships turned the racism into acts of betrayal. That was the blatant racism; the subtle subversive racism caused just as much damage to my sense of pride. As a young professional in my early twenties, a white colleague told me how beautiful I was “for an Asian girl.” A Latina student in one of my courses loudly and clearly stated, “The first day of class, I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to understand you and I’m so glad your English is so good!” And of course I regularly receive the always popular, “Where are you from? No, where are you really from?” Because Asian Americans, whether born here or not, are always seen as foreigners.

AAPI Awareness Month did not even become official until 1992. But anti-Asian sentiment in the US has a long history and was sealed in 1882 with the first national stance on anti-immigration that would be the catalyst for future immigration policies, better known as the Chinese Exclusion Act, coincidentally signed into law also in the month of May. In February 1942, the US rounded up and interned Japanese-Americans and Asian-Americans of non-Japanese decent after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Now in 2020 amidst the global lockdown of Covid-19, anti-Asian attacks, both verbal and physical, have increased to startling numbers. As recently as April 28, NBC News reported Over 30 percent of Americans have witnessed COVID-19 bias against Asians. Think about that—this is Americans reporting this not Asian Americans. The attacks have been worldwide but this report shows what Asian Americans are dealing with alongside the stress of the pandemic situation in the US. Keep in mind the attacks on Asian Americans are not just from white folks, indeed we’re fair game for everyone as evidenced by Jose Gomez’s attempt to murder an Asian American family including a two-year old child in Midland, Texas in March. Let that sink in—a two-year old child simply because they are Asian! Asians are being spat on, sprayed, et worse by every racial group.

To help combat this current wave of American anti-Asian sentiment, highly visible leader and former presidential candidate, Andrew Yang advised Asian Americans in a Washington Post op-ed to:

“…embrace and show our American-ness in ways we never have before. We need to step up, help our neighbors, donate gear, vote, wear red white and blue, volunteer, fund aid organizations, and do everything in our power to accelerate the end of this crisis. We should show without a shadow of a doubt that we are Americans who will do our part for our country in this time of need.”

My reaction to Mr. Yang’s response bordered on anger at the implication for Asian Americans to continue the perpetuation of the model minority myth. The danger of which, besides reinforcing divides between racial and minority groups, extols the virtue of suffer in silence. Do not make waves, keep your head down, be a “good” American. Sorry Mr. Yang, I am finally gaining pride in my Asianess and I cannot and will not stay silent any longer.

It has taken me my whole life to gain nuggets of pride in my Asian identity. Now I appreciate the color of my tan skin and dark almond-shaped eyes and no longer compare my physical beauty to white women and the standards society has forced on us all. For the first time I actually see myself, and all Asian women and men, as beautiful because of and not in spite of being Asian. I no longer avoid other Asians and cherish friendships with those who look like me. I love to explore the diversity of Asian cuisines, cultures, and traditions and continue to learn about them since, remember, “Asian” is diverse and not a monolith of just one culture. Now I speak up without fear of rejection or lack of acceptance when I witness anti-Asian or any racist behavior and use those moments as teaching opportunities whenever I can. I no longer resent not being able to pass as white. I am becoming proud to be Asian.

Read Mary’s earlier blog My Adoption Day Is An Anniversary of Loss

Le racisme dans l'adoption internationale

Je n'arrive pas à croire qu'au cours des 24 années passées à diriger l'ICAV, je n'ai pas écrit UN article qui rassemble notre expérience vécue du racisme en tant qu'adoptés internationaux et transraciaux ! Eh bien, j'ai finalement abordé ce sujet ! Cela se faisait attendre depuis longtemps et j'ai eu l'impulsion pour le faire grâce au travail en Australie de notre Commission des droits de l'homme pour créer un concept Cadre national de lutte contre le racisme papier. J'ai été choqué d'agir lorsque j'ai lu le journal et réalisé que notre groupe minoritaire n'était même pas mentionné comme l'un des groupes ciblés pour consultation. Je voulais faire quelque chose à ce sujet, apporter de la visibilité à notre communauté qui partage depuis longtemps le racisme et ses impacts dans notre forum privé réservé aux adoptés. D'après les nombreuses conversations que j'ai eues avec d'autres adoptés du monde entier, le racisme est l'un des principaux problèmes que nous endurons, mais il est à peine mentionné dans la plupart des publications, recherches, politiques, pratiques ou éducations sur l'adoption. À l'ICAV, nous visons à sensibiliser au racisme et à l'intersection avec l'adoption internationale et transraciale.

Voici la soumission nous avons préparé pour la Commission australienne des droits de l'homme et voici un document supplémentaire, notre dernier document de perspective ICAV - Expérience vécue du racisme dans l'adoption internationale. Notre article fournit une collation d'expériences vécues pour aider à éduquer sur notre expérience du racisme. Nous incluons également dans nos réponses ce que nous suggérons de faire pour mieux soutenir les adoptés internationaux et transraciaux.

Pour fournir un soutien et une éducation supplémentaires aux professionnels et aux familles adoptives, le mois prochain, le mardi 17 mai à 14h AEST, l'ICAV organisera un webinaire Le racisme vécu par les adoptés internationaux pour vous apporter les voix et les expériences en personne. Si vous souhaitez y assister, vous pouvez contact ICAV afin que nous puissions vous tenir informés.

Avec notre document Perspective et le prochain webinaire, j'espère que ces ressources aideront à lancer/poursuivre les conversations sur le racisme dans l'adoption internationale.

Sue-Yen Bylund sur le racisme

Le 3 avril 2022, un groupe de 19 adoptés internationaux australiens a participé à une consultation de l'ICAV pour la Commission australienne des droits de l'homme (AHRC) qui a élaboré un Document de conception pour un Cadre national de lutte contre le racisme. Nous pensons que les adoptés internationaux / transraciaux sont sous-représentés dans les discussions sur la race dans presque tous les pays adoptifs et nous voulions nous assurer que nous avions notre mot à dire. Les prochains blogs seront une sélection des contributions des adoptés qui ont participé pour donner un aperçu plus nuancé de notre expérience vécue du racisme et de nos réflexions sur ce qui doit être fait pour mieux nous soutenir.

par Sue Yen Bylund, adopted from Vietnam to Australia, ICAV VIC Representative

Racism is here to stay. It is enmeshed in the very fabric of society, at every level. It manifests within us as individuals, at a systemic level pervading our policies and practices, reflected in our interpersonal behaviours and is accumulated and compounded in the base structures of our history, culture and ideology.

In order to mitigate the harm caused by racism we must be actively anti-racist. It is not enough to merely be “not racist”, as this, often results in a passive racism, which is as equally toxic as overt racism. Tolerance is a poor substitute for acceptance. Tolerance offers tokenism and indifference. Acceptance offers a place for all voices, a public validation as individuals and a genuine place at the table to self-determination.

Every person carries their racial biases differently. Acknowledgment of these biases on a personal individual level is important, however being open to listening, validating and accepting the experiences of others takes courage. 

My expectation within this forum, is to offer to an opportunity to broaden the discussion of anti-racism to embrace all forms and manifestations of racism within Australian society today. To offer encouragement to address the complex “grey” zones of racism. Through this broadening a more mature collective and inclusive voice will evolve, which I believe Australia is ready to share with the world.

The foundations of my identity lie amongst the chaos of war time Vietnam 1974. Within the first 3 weeks of my life, I experienced my initiation into the full audio and aromatic reality of war, surrounded by screaming and traumatised children and adults. Racial identity did not protect any of us from the horrors, what we all absorbed would remain forever with us as visceral burdens to tame. War and terror are the greatest levellers in stripping even the bravest to the very foundations of humanity. And then in one swift spin of the planet I would find myself a world away in the eerie quiet and calmness of Perth, Western Australia. This journey would also mark the beginning of a life’s self-education of racial fluidity. Being one heart and soul, but a chameleon of racial identities. Born of one culture, raised in another, looking as though I belong to one group, but in at my core, I belong to another, the duplicity and fluidity is complex and exhausting.

The need to feel safe, accepted, understood and validated seems to be a naturally human pursuit. As an intercountry adoptee the journey is complex and confusing. We slip into the cracks of racial stereotypes offering up apologetically a reason for inclusion or explanation for exclusion. Either way no matter where we are in our communities we are an anomaly. We are constantly offered up as a reminder that a book shouldn’t be judged by its cover and if you care to listen carefully, you will hear the simple request for safety and acceptance.

My childhood cultural identity was shaped through the lens of middle class suburban 1970’s Australia. It was fortunate that the primary school I went to attracted a good proportion of Asian immigrant families. This enabled me, at a young age to observe the “other” type of Asian. The Asian person who spoke the language, ate the food, complied with the Asian cultural norms, while they themselves were carving out the unique existence in post “White Australia Policy” era. It was clear to me from the very beginning that I was an “Asian variant”. I was to experience racial prejudice from all sides. My immediate family comprised of a white Australian adoptive mother, a white Dutch (first generation migrant) adoptive father and their two biological white sons. Straddling my home and school environments I began to acknowledge the fragmented racial identity which was uniquely mine.

I would learn to instinctively navigate the pros and cons of racial profiling expressed by adults and classmates. At times it afforded me a shield to hide behind, at other times it just bewildered me at how ignorant and entitled people could be. 

Teachers would regard me with the marginalising stereotype of female Asian student, this meant that no matter what I did, or didn’t do, I was considered polite, conscientious and studious. This enabled me to glide through my studies relatively smoothly. Where this backfired was when I would be herded together with all the Asian “look-a-likes” to be given special instructions in Chinese/Cambodian/Vietnamese. There were always a few of us that would simply shrug our shoulders, knowing it was too hard to explain to the teachers that English was in fact our only language. 

Classmate interactions were more complex. While they seemed to want to flex their insecurities through bullying behaviours, I suspect they would often leave these bullying interactions more confused and with increased insecurities about themselves. They would corner me and spit out racial slurs “Ching Chong!”, “Go back to where you came from!”, “Asians out!” with the standard accompanying slanted eye gesture. I learnt very early to lean into the bullying. To not turn away in shame or embarrassment, I summoned the  airs of entitlement I learnt from my white Australian family. It was an educational opportunity. I would not show weakness. So armed with a vocabulary not generally associated with a small Asian female of 11 years I would lean in and say with a perfect Aussie twang, “Get f***ed you immature ignorant bigot!” While they processed the response in stunned silence, I was already half down the hall or across the oval. When I think back to those times, I know in my heart I still hold a deep resentment toward those who racially vilified me. The fact I could still name those individuals today shows how deeply it affected me. I built a wall to protect myself, a tough persona that would later in life be softened with self-depreciating humour. 

Humour has become one of the most powerful tools for disarming awkwardness though it should be noted that humour can only be genuinely offered by me (the vilified) otherwise it can have the effect of adding insult or increasing alienation.

Australian society in general is getting better at navigating racially blended families. However, there have been times where an awkward visual double take or racial slur has been reconsidered once formal introductions have concluded. 

For example, my adoptive mother is the personified “white saviour” heroine and therefore in this narrative, I embody the role of a grateful saved soul. There is no place in this narrative version for reality and it only serves to perpetuate the stereotypes. This distilled classification of our relationship as an adoptive mother and daughter has resulted in a chasm of empathy where my experience of racial prejudice and marginalisation cannot be reconciled with my adoptive mother’s version of my lived experience. She cannot/will not acknowledge that I have/do experience any racial prejudice. It’s unfathomable and therefore remains a taboo subject between us. I would suggest a classic case of “colour blindness” which is the most common manifestation of passive racism. Let me strongly suggest that racial “colour blindness” is not a positive construct to build a relationship in. I don’t advocate for a monochrome world. It cancels out important conversations that need to be had to build empathy and understanding. It bypasses the integral act of individual and collective validation.

A typical interaction in a social setting with my white husband, would start with a few awkward glances while people assessed my proficiency in English. Once the conversation has warmed up a little, the question is always asked “How did you two meet each other?” At this point all newbies begin listening in the hope to hear some spectacular Tinder dating app story with me gaining Australian citizenship when we married. Sad to say the story takes an epic sad tone when it is revealed I was a baby from the Viet Nam war. The conversation moves very quickly from one set of stereotypes to another. The chameleon game is afoot. We have now moved into the Viet Nam war genre and to be honest the racial stereotypes are just as nauseating. As the conversation peters out, I am left with a very uncomfortable feeling that I might be the daughter of a B-Grade war romance story of a soldier and prostitute but on the positive side, I have ruled out that I am a “mail order bride” from Asia desperate to get my claws into a rich white “sugar daddy”. Either way, I always leave these gatherings feeling like I have shared way too much about myself, simply to justify my equal status at the table of white Australians. Needless to say, it’s exhausting and incredibly invasive. At times my inner evil chameleon just wants to re-enforce the stereotypes rather than use my life as an education case study. In the end I see curiosity is better than fear and putting examples forward and building knowledge is a slow continuous but necessary journey.

With regards to my children, I am conscious that they physically are racially ambiguous. They could have genetic origins from various backgrounds, but once I stand next to them then it becomes evident their dark features come from me and they are of Asian origins. My daughter has experienced racial slurs from having an Asian looking mother. It wasn’t until she spent her gap year in Viet Nam that she developed her own understanding of her origins. She has in fact spent more time in Viet Nam than me. 

School parent social groups are an interesting micro society and navigating them is a full-time job. In the private school my children attended I had two very distinct social groups that I interacted with. One was a group of Asian looking mothers where I felt like an honouree member. I learnt Asian cultural things and etiquette that I didn’t get elsewhere. I did a lot of listening. The other group were all Anglo-Saxon looking mothers and I was dubbed the “token” Asian (humorous chameleon!) These girlfriends understood how I saw the world. It’s in these situations that I reflect on the sophistication of my chameleon gift and in a positive moment reflect on the bridges I can construct between the groups just through listening and sharing.

There is a niche and powerful position that intercountry adoptees have in the conversation around racism and prejudice. It’s borne from the hybrid and fluid nature of our self-identities. We exist in the space between cultures and races. The triumphal story of our survival is in fact a narrative of weaving together of cultures, racial identity, tolerance and acceptance. Intercountry adoptees must reconcile the disparity between the physical and internal nature of racial identity, because at every turn we are challenging the stereotypes and presumptions. As an Asian in white Australia, we challenge the mainstream colonial stereotypes, as an Asian in Asia, we find ourselves challenging the long-held stereotypes in our birth culture. We belong to both yet neither wholly. 

If I was to consider the future of racism in context of Australia, I would continue to raise the challenge to government and individuals to embrace the complexity. Find the words, create the platforms, lead with optimism. Systemic racism embedded in the policies and practices by government and institutions needs to be constantly questioned and reviewed to ensure it leads in activating change. Structural racism that unpins mainstream think-tanks needs to be shaken loose. It is an uncomfortable and confronting task, but I believe Australia is mature enough to take this task on. Interpersonal racism is very difficult to navigate as an intercountry adoptee, but the freedom to express an alternate reality from the stereotypes is a good platform to build upon. Internalised racism is insipid and so very damaging. We want to move from passive tolerance to active validation of individuals. 

Ongoing political bi-partisan support for research and consultation is an essential investment to engage in effective societal change. A firm commitment to reviewing and evaluating key milestones is required for accountability and integrity.  Educational resources coupled with public awareness and youth engagement are core to developing a more mature future for all Australians.

For more from Sue-Yen, read her Réflexions du jour de l'ANZAC, her contribution to Qu'est-ce qu'il y a dans un nom? and advocacy with Green’s Senator meeting.

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Gabbie Beckley sur le racisme

Le 3 avril 2022, un groupe de 19 adoptés internationaux australiens a participé à une consultation de l'ICAV pour la Commission australienne des droits de l'homme (AHRC) qui a élaboré un Document de conception pour un Cadre national de lutte contre le racisme. Nous pensons que les adoptés internationaux / transraciaux sont sous-représentés dans les discussions sur la race dans presque tous les pays adoptifs et nous voulions nous assurer que nous avions notre mot à dire. Les prochains blogs seront une sélection des contributions des adoptés qui ont participé pour donner un aperçu plus nuancé de notre expérience vécue du racisme et de nos réflexions sur ce qui doit être fait pour mieux nous soutenir.

par Gabbie Beckley, adopté du Sri Lanka en Australie, travailleur social clinicien.

Dénoncer le racisme est l'affaire de tous

J'ai connu des formes nombreuses et variées de racisme au cours de mes 40 années de vie, de marche et de respiration dans ce monde. Cela m'a touché à bien des égards, comment puis-je les écrire tous? J'ai grandi en naviguant dans ce monde blanchi à la chaux en tant que femme de couleur fière, mais être fière de qui je suis et de ce que je suis devenue dans ma vie ne s'excluent pas mutuellement. Il a fallu beaucoup de travail acharné, d'introspection et de réflexion consciente à plusieurs reprises pour devenir la personne la plus évoluée que je sois à ce jour, et je suis constamment en train de travailler.

J'ai de nombreuses histoires familiales de racisme, celles qui peuvent maintenant être vues pour ce qu'elles étaient, dans le temps, le lieu et le contexte générationnel de l'orateur, et non le reflet de ma famille dans son ensemble.

L'un des premiers souvenirs que j'ai, c'est qu'on m'a dit qu'un membre de ma famille avait dit : "Aucun enfant noir ne portera mon nom !" Mais une fois que j'ai été mis dans les bras d'un membre de ma famille, toutes les conneries racistes sont tombées et j'ai été traité comme tout le monde. En grandissant, j'avais à mon tour beaucoup d'amour et de respect pour cette personne, j'ai pardonné son ignorance et je me suis concentré sur notre amour commun du cricket et du foot !

J'ai eu des expériences durant mes années d'école primaire dont je me souviens encore comme si c'était hier. Recevoir des coups de pied dans les tibias pour m'être défendu, pour avoir eu des altercations physiques avec des intimidateurs racistes. Pour avoir des professeurs qui me disent : « J'ai honte de venir du même pays que toi ».

J'ai été appelé le mot N plus de fois que je ne peux compter. J'ai été victime de racisme manifeste, caché, intentionnel et non intentionnel tout au long de ma vie. J'ai été victime de profilage racial par la police, j'ai été suivi dans les centres commerciaux par des agents de sécurité.

J'ai travaillé dans des milieux de travail où les gens me disaient « d'où venez-vous » et qu'en est-il de vos « vrais parents ». J'ai eu des gens qui m'ont dit: «Votre anglais est si bon pour quelqu'un qui n'est pas né ici». J'ai eu un patron qui ne m'a pas parlé pendant des mois à cause de quelque chose qu'il a perçu que j'avais mal fait. Mais ce n'était pas le cas, c'était juste un connard raciste et j'étais tellement contente de quitter ce lieu de travail et d'entrer dans le lieu de travail de mes rêves !

 Je n'ai pas eu l'occasion de faire avancer ma carrière à cause des attitudes, des ressentiments et de la petite jalousie des gens, ce qui revient en fait à dire que nous ne voulons pas travailler pour une personne de couleur.

J'ai été sous-estimé, licencié, sous-évalué et pas vu toute ma vie, c'est pourquoi je suis probablement attiré par le travail social et la lutte pour les opprimés et pour essayer de démanteler les inégalités structurelles qui restent si ancrées dans notre société.

Je suis un combattant, je suis un guerrier de la justice sociale, je crois fermement au pouvoir de faire une différence et d'avoir un impact positif sur les actions des gens, je crois en la gentillesse et en l'équité.

Comment cela m'a-t-il affecté ? Eh bien, je me considère comme une personne qui pense et réfléchit profondément à mes actions et décisions. J'ai eu la conversation "que faire si vous êtes arrêté par la police" avec mes enfants, à la suite des meurtres bien publiés de George Floyd, Tamar Rice, Brianna Taylor, et sans oublier l'histoire tragique de nos premières nations les peuples avec le taux d'incarcération le plus élevé pour les jeunes et tous les décès noirs en détention dont personne n'est ou n'a été responsable. Je suis triste, je suis en colère, je suis consterné que ce soit la situation actuelle dans laquelle mes enfants et moi vivons. Pourtant, j'ai de l'espoir - j'espère que nous pourrons construire une communauté qui apporte le changement, pour travailler avec des gens comme- des personnes motivées qui partagent ma passion et ma volonté de changement positif.

Mes expériences de racisme ont façonné la personne que je suis, le parent que je suis et le travailleur social que je suis. Cela a un impact sur mes pensées, mes actions et mes actes. Je suis attentif à la façon dont les gens me voient, je suis respectueux face aux porcs racistes et je refuse d'être rabaissé à leur niveau. Je pense que cela a eu un impact sur ma santé mentale quand j'étais plus jeune, cela a causé beaucoup de doutes sur moi-même et de recherche de ma place dans ce monde.

Je pense que l'une de mes grâces salvatrices a été la reconnexion avec ma famille natale et ma culture. Apprendre à les connaître, c'est apprendre à se connaître ! J'ai passé les 22 dernières années à connaître, à grandir et à aimer ma famille et je suis reconnaissante chaque jour d'être assise dans une position unique où je fais partie de deux mondes et où je peux m'asseoir confortablement dans les deux. 

Que suggérerais-je de faire pour mieux lutter contre le racisme vécu par les adoptés internationaux/transraciaux ?

Je crois que l'adoption ne doit pas être le premier recours. Je crois que le fait de garder la famille ensemble dans leur pays d'origine avec un soutien via le parrainage/l'éducation/les activités génératrices de revenus serait bénéfique pour les adoptés en général, mais plus particulièrement en termes de santé mentale et de lien avec leurs racines et leurs cultures. Si des adoptions doivent avoir lieu, il est impératif de maintenir une relation avec la famille ! Cela comprend les parents biologiques, les tantes, les oncles, les cousins, les grands-parents et les frères et sœurs.

Il faut mettre davantage l'accent sur les pensées et les sentiments de l'adoptant par rapport à l'adoption d'un enfant de couleur. Plongez dans leur histoire et leurs expériences, faites-leur suivre des cours annuels sur l'impact du racisme et comment être un allié/défenseur contre le racisme. Demandez-leur de regarder leurs cercles d'amitié, est-ce diversifié ? Représente-t-il un large éventail de personnes culturellement appropriées, socio-économiques et de genres divers ?

Je pense que nous devrions essayer collectivement de partager nos histoires et nos expériences, dans l'espoir qu'avec une grande connaissance vient une grande responsabilité – et c'est l'affaire de tous !

Pour en savoir plus sur Gabbie, lisez son article partagé il y a des années et inclus dans notre Recherche page: Droits de l'homme et justice sociale dans l'adoption internationale

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