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Holt Baby in Korea

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It’s 6 am, the first day I teach English at the high school in Anyang, S. Korea. Too early to get ready for work, yet too late to go back to sleep, I turn on the television and there on channel 2 are photos of adoptees running like missing person ads.  I guess actually they are missing person ads, aren’t they?  Missing part of us ads.  G.O.A.L. is everywhere adoption is, and there is no escaping adoption.

Going to the G.O.A.L. office was impressive.  Here are three or four staff I saw and many volunteers tirelessly working to ease the transition for returning adoptees and assisting them in their birth family searches.  And then there is TRACK, keeping our presence in the forefront as we try to get recognition for the facts surrounding who we are, what we’ve gone through, and how adoption has changed Korea and continues to affect this country and their people.

Seeing all these faces of children makes me want to create a living memorial to US.  This sea of little faces, all these names, all these disrupted lives.  Casualties of war, casualties of the economic fallout of war, casualties of industrialization, casualties of baby trafficking, casualties of a torn social fabric.

What a way to start the morning.


Written by girl4708

March 1, 2009 at 9:39 pm

Posted in Bittersweet Hope

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