
We have to take 10 hours of online adoption training to pass our homestudy. We have read many adoption books, articles, and blogs. We have had long conversations with our homestudy case worker and watched a few films... most about transracial adoption. All these things are attempting to prepare us for raising black children in a white family. As if an online class could prepare us for a child who will be discriminated against strictly because of the color of his skin.
I have been judged harshly or discriminated against because...I was a pregnant teen
I got married at 19
I had many children at a young age
I have never been judged harshly or discriminated against because of the color of my skin.
Until day before yesterday.
The Tanana Chiefs Conference has hired a dentist to come into the village for the week. We've known he was coming for some time and to say we were excited is an understatement. Joe and I have not been able to get to the dentist for quite sometime. We were especially worried about the way Macy's new teeth were coming in and looked forward to the explanation from a real doctor (not web MD). The dentist and his crew had Joe driving out to the airport picking up truck loads of equipment long before the dentist arrived. Now that they have arrived they have converted a classroom into a dentist office. And of course the school is providing them with warm, safe lodging. I planned all this weeks preschool activities around being a dentist, going to the dentist, and dental health. Yesterday was our chance to put all we learned into action. After lunch, the dentist planned to see the preschoolers one by one. So one by one they went. Until it came time for my children to go. When I walked down to talk to the dentist before bringing them in he tells me...
"I'm really sorry. I was only contracted to do Native dental care. I can not see your family." I, more than a little confused, sputtered, "because we are white?" The previously white dentist turned red and answered with a nod and more apologies.
I was so embarrassed. I couldn't understand why it wasn't mentioned before this incredibly awkward encounter. Earlier that morning I had an unfortunate conversation with a staff member... and now this. It was more than I could handle. I held it together long enough to get to the classroom to cry.
Explaining to my children that no, there had been a miscommunication, we were not going to the dentist wasn't easy. They were crushed.
We used this as a learning experience. We took some time to explain a bit about race and discrimination and how people may say or do things once their brother/s get home only because our new family member does not have white skin.
Becoming the minority in a village of this size has proven to be quite the learning experience if nothing else. Because of situations like this, we now have a base to build on. We have a foundation for helping our future children cope with racism and discrimination.
And folks just in case you were wondering... it sucks.













