Here I am late for my date with NAM.NAAM/NanoPoblano tonight.
See, since I moved to Corpus Christi over a year ago, I have engaged in an eating binge. I don’t know why. At this late date, I don’t think it’s adoption related. Perhaps boredom? It’s not like eating is bungy jumping, or race car driving, though. Anyway, I won’t go into detail but I ate enough for four–I didn’t have to cook it–thank you Countermans–and then slept one hour for each of them. Now, I want to go back to bed rather than blog tonight.
I planned originally to post a list of sorts: things and people I am thankful for, so I could bypass the settler-colonial dialogue. My own family was just that starting in 1632. A few years later, one of them was a magistrate in Stratford, Connecticut, He hanged a “witch,” Goody Basset. I can’t find a reference on this right now, but one of the charges against her was ownership of a ladder. To compensate, an ice cream shop in Stratford is named for her.
I started an Appreciation List of people and things to be thankful for this year but ran into the fear of forgetting some of them, so I stopped and decided to say only that I am thankful for the passage of OBC access bills in Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Vermont (open July 1, 2023). And for the activists, good friends, allies, partners, coalitioners, and people I don’t even know that made it happen. In a perverse way, I am also grateful to adoptacrats, crackpots, and do-gooders who keep reminding us that our work isn’t done. As I wrote in last year’s Thanksgiving message, reflecting on William Burrough’s Thanksgiving Prayer:
Thanks for the adoption industry
for erasing history and legalizing
6 million lies.
I believe it fits nicely after “Thanks for a nation of finks.”
Speaking of old Bul Lee, here is the complete Thanksgiving Prayer:
Poke the Bear?
We Poke Back!
Day 21 NAM/NAAM/NanoPoblano
Originally posted: Stop Safe Haven Baby Boxes Now! November 24, 2022
Only 6 more days to go! Help!