Survival Of The … Nicest?

971425_10151513661546315_1440759722_nA century ago, industrialists like Andrew Carnegie believed that Darwin’s theories justified an economy of vicious competition and inequality. They left us with an ideological legacy that says the corporate economy, in which wealth concentrates in the hands of a few, produces the best for humanity. This was always a distortion of Darwin’s ideas. His 1871 book The Descent of Man argued that the human species had succeeded because of traits like sharing and compassion. “Those communities,” he wrote, “which included the greatest number of the most sympathetic members would flourish best, and rear the greatest number of offspring.” Darwin was no economist, but wealth-sharing and cooperation have always looked more consistent with his observations about human survival than the elitism and hierarchy that dominates contemporary corporate life.

Survival Of The … Nicest? Check Out The Other Theory Of Evolution By Eric Michael Johnson.

Now there’s a thought, the communities which include the greatest number of sympathetic members flourish best and rear the most offspring. Perhaps it is that in sympathetic communities and a number of communities come to mind like the Quakers, the Buddhists and smaller groups which are not part of a religious movement but ‘one-offs’ have no need for adoption and do not practise it. The Quakers certainly have or had a very definite attitude to slavery and produced an interesting and imaginative solution. ( Perhaps someone who knows can inform your Blogger on current attitudes to adoption amongst the Quakers. Searches have proved unrewarding.
One of the greatest tragedies of our time has been the imposition of adoption on groups who have been vulnerable and in a minority overpowered by an ‘unsympathetic’ majority. We so sadly still see this today and the Baby Veronica fiasco is testament to the power of the unsympathetic majority who will do anything it seems to get what it wants and in stark disregard for what is best, moral and right for the child, her biological family and her people. It seems that the unsympathetic majority will stop at nothing, including overlooking the bending of the law when it suits and in the abuse of a man who is fit to serve his country but not deemed fit to be a father or be treated with common decency and humanity, one suspects because of an underlying racist undertow. It is as we might say ‘very shabby’! It is adoption at it’s most ugly, the world of adoption at it’s most powerful and a savage reminder that adoption is not, as some adopters often remind those of us who speak otherwise, better than it used to be!! It is disgusting, unethical and seems to be a cess-pit where anything is acceptable if it can be got away with. It certainly brings a new meaning to Gottcha Day!
Speaking of Gottcha Days and your Blogger rarely does, it is her very own Gottcha Day on 25th August. Despite having been in reunion, having access to all birth information incLuding a sensitively written account of the first six months of life and an original Birth Certificate, this adoptee has only just registered that the date of placement was 25th August. The adoption fog persists and clouds the least expected areas sometimes. You’d expect that this date would be of major significance and well remembered. My aparents never mentioned it, never celebrated it and it was unknown to me for over fifty years! It is one of the most significant days of my life and has been completely ignored, overlooked and remained unacknowledged. At this time of writing I have no idea how I feel about it. Adoption is always a work in progress, never over, finished or done with. How does one celebrate the loss of the only biological mother I’ll ever have, one who gave birth to me, after a pregnancy in which her body carried and nurtured me before birth and for four weeks afterwards? Is it something to celebrate or is it a time to mourn? For some of course the loss of a mother and placement do not happen on the same day, as in my case. It was a simple transaction – my mother took me into a room where she left me and my adopters, or rather my amother and her accompanying friend, collected me from the same room. Neat. Tidy, No complications. Clinical even. If there’s anything to celebrate in that I haven’t yet found it!


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