National Council for Adoption celebrity spokesperson country singer Rodney Atkins ,has revealed that he was reunited with his natural mother in 2008.
The wire picked up the story and it’s all over the map now. Just one story, though, so there’s no exclusive interviews, no deep insight into Atkins decision to search. And, thankfully no primal wounding. It appears that despite Rodney being a family secret until the reunion, the reunion has gone very well.
Oh dear! Do I hear a shoe pounding on heaven’s floor again?
Atkins reunion story is nice, normal, and inoffensive except for one sentence:
So in August of 2008, Atkins went through the proper channels and reunited with his birth mother in Nashville.
Proper channels? It’s an odd choice of words. Maybe that was the reporter’s choice of words. Maybe Atkins, the NCFA spokesperson, chose them, stressing that he is a well-behaved adoptee, not some Christmas Day intruder or porch pisser.
I’ve never seen that term used in any reunion story. Ever. And I’ve been reading them for decades.
Proper channels. The whole thing sets wrong with me, especially since Atkins was born in Knoxville, Tennessee, and his information may have been available to him for the asking, no thanks to NCFA’s legal opposition to Tennessee’s semi-records access law (and here for a complete rundown), and a lot of money, red tape and waiting as recounted by blogger Amanda Transue Woolston’s My Identity was a State Secret. I say “maybe” because according to the wire story, Atkins’ mother became pregnant from a “traumatic first date.” Now, we all know what that means, and as far as the Tennessee record release law goes, any mention of rape or incest in the state-held adoption file keeps the record sealed.
Proper channels. The words have glaring political implications. Proper channels infers that Class Bastard, unlike the Not Adopted population, has no legal right to their own birth record and personal information. It implies that searching for first parents is illegal; that adoptees bribe Vital Stats workers, obtain documents illegally, stalk and chase down their first parents, and otherwise sneak around to ruin the lives of “frightened” and “helpless” strangers to fill some ungrateful “curiosity.” NCFA’s founding president Bill Pierce not only liked to regularly call out the ungrateful bastard meme, but blamed adoptive parent who supported adoptee rights for indulging their spoiled bastard brats who should probably just be just sent off to a Bahamian bootcamp for some lessons in life.
If this were the old days, Dr. Pierce would have given Rodney Atkins the boot and replaced him with Mr. Burns. NuNCFA, however, enjoying a mellow that puts it.almost to the left of the American Adoption Congress (only NCFA does what is says it will) can no doubt use the Atkins reunion as the “right way” to do things. Of course, the “right way” is what all but a infinitesimal number of bastards do every day. including this poor bastard, reported by Triona Guidry (73adoptee),Tennessee Adoptee Threatened for Asserting her Rights
Proper channels would never be in the vocabulary if our records were simply unsealed like everyone elses and let people work out their own decisions and relationships.
I used “proper” channels to locate my daughter. I paid Anonymous Searcher $1,200 in 1981 and he/she through “proper channels” called me on a proper telephone and gave me her name, her parents’s names, address and phone number, the fact that there were other children in the family, one of them adopted and their parish! How’s that for service? It all seemed very proper at the time–no breaking into the OBC vault at the agency in Rochester, etc.
I properly called them!
Glad that you pointed out that NCFA fought tooth and nail to oppose the “proper channels” that are available to Rodney Atkins, and that he didn’t have to do some down and dirty thing to find out who he is.
On another note, every time I see Bill Pierce’s name, I think of the time I picked up the phone and it was him asking me to speak at one of NCFA’s events. Like, really? I was going to change their minds? After I recovered my surprise, I said, No, thank you.