The New York Times: Gatekeeper, Censor

13 11 2007

(It lives! It liiiiives!)

I’m coming out of blog retirement briefly to join forces with others who are seeking to excise a diseased mass growing on the U.S. news media. Specifically this month, The New York Times, continuing on its supposed quest to foster a thoughtful discussion about the complexities of adoption, is instead censoring the discussion.

As part of its monthlong online series, “Relative Choices: Adoption and the American Family,” the NYT website has published a blog post from author Tama Janowitz entitled, “The Real Thing.”

In this post, Janowitz writes:

A girlfriend who is now on the waiting list for a child from Ethiopia says that the talk of her adoption group is a recently published book in which many Midwestern Asian adoptees now entering their 30s and 40s complain bitterly about being treated as if they did not come from a different cultural background. They feel that this treatment was an attempt to blot out their differences, and because of this, they resent their adoptive parents.

So in a way it is kind of nice to know as a parent of a child, biological or otherwise – whatever you do is going to be wrong. Like I say to Willow: “Well, you know, if you were still in China you would be working in a factory for 14 hours a day with only limited bathroom breaks!”

(Razor-sharp wit, no? And such well-thought-out literary critique!)

This is exactly the kind of lazy and irresponsible writing that dismisses adult adoptees’ voices as well as forces adoptees of the younger generations into emotional submission. Poorly executed “snark” such as Janowitz’s isn’t funny, especially when it reveals this kind of ethnocentric attitude toward the so-called Third World countries that serve as source cultures supplying children to the wealthy, white and privileged.

<retort>*snort* Where’s your sense of humor? Ignorance is great fun! Her piece is irreverent and cheeky!</retort>

Or would that be that juvenile and racist? Predictable and flippant? Insensitive and obtuse? Hmm. I’ll get back to you on that one.

Funny, also, that Janowitz dismisses the authors of this nameless book as “complaining bitterly.” I wonder if the same description couldn’t be applied to her own piece. My suspicion is that TJ hasn’t even read said book (as she hints by using her friend as a scapegoat). Or if she has, then something about the questioning and direct nature of the authors’ writings has apparently left her feeling so threatened, she decided to include her oversimplified little book review in some weak attempt to further her point that adoptees should be seen but not heard unless they’re clasping their hands at their chests, squealing, “Oh, Mommy! I’m so grateful to you for saving me!”

We already know that the NYT is censoring its blog comments big time, and has suggested that many of the more critical, outspoken adoptees in our community are undeserving of being given equal voice alongside such supposed adoption experts as Jeff Gammage and Ms. Janowitz.

I am among the many censored adult adoptees and adoptive parent allies who have been gagged and deemed unworthy of inclusion in the discussion, in favor of commentary that is judged less “disrespectful” to the adoptive parent writers.

Not only as one of the censored adult adoptees, but as a journalist and newsroom veteran, I question the NYT’s editorial agenda, as well as its gatekeeping tactics, particularly when many of the NYT editors and staff writers are themselves adoptive parents. Granted, this series is running in the Op/Ed section, where the opinions and expressions of the blog posts’ authors are just that. But who gets to judge which aspects of the ensuing discussion deserve publication space, and which go unheard?

In this case, considering who is at the gate, I think editorial objectivity has faltered and declined into that gray area where the personal becomes political, and vice versa.

My fellow adoptee friends and I have to wonder, when adoptive parents’ voices are allowed to dominate the discussion at the expense of adoptees’ perspectives, as they so often are, in what shape does that leave the so-called “adoption triad?”

And, just as importantly, does anyone else wonder why is there only one birth parent represented among the chosen writers?

And why, as adults in our 30s and 40s, are we still referred to as “young adult adoptees” (referring not to Janowitz’s post, but to other frequently made comments in discussions of adoption), patted on the heads, and relegated to the kids’ table off in the margins? We are not speaking out for fun & games. We are working toward variegating an otherwise two-tone discussion and upgrading an outdated system.

I think it’s a cryin’ shame that such a flip, careless post had to follow up a thoughtfully written, well-composed post such as Sume’s, that actually illustrated the complexities and nuances of adoption. The two aren’t even on the same plane.

Please explore Sume’s blog, Ethnically Incorrect Daughter, if you haven’t done so already, and also tune in to some of the other blog noise my fellow adult adoptees and our allies are making about this “Real Thing” of a journalistic cancerous mass:

Jae Ran’s keeping tabs at Harlow’s Monkey.

Lisa Marie’s got their number at A Birth Project.

Susan says what we all want to say at ReadingWritingLiving.

Sun Yung Shin is a rock star.

Sarah Kim moves me to dainty little kitten tears (OK, fine, full-sized ones.) at Outside In … And Back Again.

Kev Minh joins the censored adult adoptee masses at Borrowed Notes.

Paula gets a word in, but still feels the collective sting at Heart, Mind and Seoul.

Ungrateful Little Bastard summons the power of the internets. (Check out her last link; it’s a doozy!)

Carmen has spoken over at Racialicious. (Please Digg this story!)

Resistance resists at Resist Racism.

Jen performs a masterful dissection at Reappropriate.

David of the Columbia U Asian American Alliance tunes in on The Blaaag.

My Sky wonders where all the other outraged adoptive parents are.

Chicago Mama and Third Mom and cloudscome say, “Over here!”

I urge you all to hold the NYT and other media sources accountable for this kind of bias and censorship. Make some noise!




Aloha, TTR

30 08 2007

I don’t like long goodbyes — thus the seemingly abrupt end to Twice the Rice. Actually, TTR’s farewell was in the works for some time. The thing that always kept me from closing things down once and for all was …

My ‘ohana, 우리 가족, my family — my fellow adoptees.

I didn’t want to leave you guys out in the cold. I still don’t. Please don’t be strangers. Stay in touch. Find me elsewhere.

I don’t intentionally exclude those of you who aren’t adoptees. I only mean to emphasize what was always a fundamental truth about my blog, whether or not I ever explicitly stated it: I was here to connect with my people. Those of you non-adoptees whom I met and bonded with along the way were the added delight, and the unexpected bonus.

Still, I salute my adoptee siblings first and foremost. You are the ones who knew what I was talking about, and knew why I felt I needed to talk about it in the first place.

(Most of the time!)

I leave TTR not because I have given up on anything or anyone. I still feel as strongly as ever about … well, you know. I leave it now for one main reason: We are tired of each other, my blog and I. We have had a long and tumultuous 2½-year love/hate relationship. It is time for us to part ways. I need to explore new pastures and chase new horizons.

You know what they say: The only constant is change.

Change is good.

Change is afoot.

Mahalo, 감사합니다, thank you for joining me. Thank you to those who truly opened your mind and inserted TTR’s perspective.

Eat your rice!




Aloha, Korea!

15 07 2007

Greetings to all my fellow Korean adoptees who are traveling to Seoul for the IKAA Gathering! I hope to meet those of you whom I’ve become acquainted with online, as well as those who have visited my blog but have not yet introduced yourselves.

Please don’t be shy. I may look confused, bewildered and — oh yes, Korean, but underneath it all, I’m really just like you: one of 500+ adoptees wandering around the mothership, hoping to stumble onto kimbap, soju and e-mail access. So if you happen to cross paths with me, please say hello and tell me you’re, you know, kim72 or seoul_superstar or (fill in with relevant handle).

In a matter of mere days, I will be flying to Incheon International Airport! *panicking* First it’s QT with the 가족. Following, I will be in Seoul during the week of the Gathering, and then venturing around the country and touching base back in the city sporadically for a couple of weeks with various friends and, toward the end, the yobo.

During the IKAA Gathering, I hope you will have mercy on me and come help fill up a few seats at the session I’ll be participating in on Thursday, Aug. 2, at 1:30 p.m. (the first day of workshops @ Dongguk University), regarding Korean adoptee online communities. I can’t promise that I’ll have anything terribly witty or interesting to say, but who knows? If I am tired and dehydrated enough, I just might say something mildly stupid to laugh at. Come find out!

Happy travels, and I’ll see you in 한국!




Harry Potter? Bah! Read this instead! (OK, maybe in addition …)

7 07 2007

(This is something that just couldn’t go unblogged on TTR, extended hiatus or not.)

Read any good books lately?

Do yourselves a favor and make this one your next purchase.

I just finished Lee Herrick’s “This Many Miles From Desire,” and I can assure you that every poem is beautiful and worth reading again and again.

I am not easily impressed by poetry — perhaps because there are so many hacks out there who try much too hard and end up murdering their efforts with insincerity and pretense. Lee is not one of those people! His poems are organic and unrushed, and spoken as if he woke up from a dream and uncorked his memory … or as though he just returned home from a trip across three continents and unpacked words instead of souvenirs.

Or words as souvenirs.

Although I’ve read it from cover to cover, Lee’s book will stay on my nightstand for a good while. :-)

Addendum (9/10/07): I made a horrendous oversight in hanging up my blog before I added another hearty recommendation for an equally fantastic poet’s equally fantastic book. Do be sure to order Bryan Thao Worra’s “On the Other Side of the Eye.” I’m at a loss for an appropriate description, but it’s a carnival of word flavors!

Be prepared to be swept off to another realm.

And if you see Bryan while you’re there, please tell him I said “iH.”




Free e-book: How to Be an Anti-Racist Parent

21 06 2007

(Consider this not so much a blog post as a shameless plug from the great blogosphere beyond …)

Just released from New Demographic and Anti-Racist Parent, How to Be an Anti-Racist Parent: Real-Life Parents Share Real-Life Tips features advice from many members of the ARP community, including Shawn Fink, Jae Ran Kim, Nina Birnbaum, Cloudscome, Meera Bowman Johnson, Margie Perscheid, Mike Lee, Susan Lyons-Joell, and Cynthia Bostwick.

Right-click here to download.

Here is an excerpt:

You can’t protect your children from racism. You need to be able to show them how ugly racism is, or they won’t be able to recognize it for themselves. If your children are kids of color, they’ll need to have survival skills – verbal, intellectual, and physical. And these survival skills aren’t just about driving while Black or confronting skinheads – your kids will need to know how to survive the racism embedded in our educational, economic, judicial and occupational institutions.
–Jae Ran Kim

Download it, read it, and pass it on.




Out of steam

6 06 2007

I knew the minute I published that prologue in my supposed ?-part series on naming, renaming, and reclaiming after the naming and renaming that I was creating some kind of blog vortex where the next installment in the series would be trapped in some other blog dimension where I couldn’t access it with my subspace communicator. Or something like that.

Will it ever happen?

Will it?

Hey, don’t look at me. I’m asking you.

(Hmm, OK, not really.)

At any rate, this particular blog is in a temporary (?) state of meh. My TTR blogging muscles are feeling very fatigued lately.

So, in light of some summer business, new endeavors, impending travels and life in general, I’m hanging TTR up indefinitely. I think I need to explore new horizons and see where the wind blows me.

Oh, I’ll be around. No doubt about that. Just … elsewhere, mostly. In … other dimensions. Adoptees, friends, adoptee friends and others who know me can still reach me on my subspace communicator.

Meaning e-mail.

And other Internet avenues.

If inspiration strikes, I may pop back in here. If not …

I’ll catch you on the flip side.