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Adoptee files class action suit: Irish babies used as guinea pigs for vaccine [O Solo Mama]

An Irish adoptee now living in Philadelphia has filed a class action suit in US court against the multinational drug giant GlaxoSmithKline for experimenting with a 4-in-1 vaccine on the children of Irish single mothers in the 1960s.

Mari Steed, 50, is also suing the Catholic convent  where her unwed mother lived for allowing the drug trial to occur in the first place.

Parenting under scrutiny [The New York Times/Motherlode]

Chris Gottlieb defends parents for a living. She is with the Family Defense Clinic at New York University School of Law, which represents parents accused of child abuse and neglect and tries to keep families together. With that daily backdrop, she read our discussion here a few weeks ago — the one about parents judging other parents harshly — through a somewhat different lens.

She had recently published an article in the University of Baltimore Law Review about “how the tendency to judge mothering harshly plays out for the poor and minority women who come under the scrutiny of the child welfare system.” She has adapted that article as a guest blog today — describing how her own experiences as a mother (her children are four and one) help her understand how it feels to be judged, and give her some insight into the feelings of her accused clients.

We are human [Resist Racism]

In the past, much of what I have tried to tell white people while doing anti-racist work boiled down to that:  I am human too.  I have tried to make them see that my experiences, that my very life is valid.

Now I make few personal disclosures.  It’s not like others haven’t told the same stories.  It’s not like racism is not obvious in the world we live in.  If white people want to observe and discuss racism, it is there.  If they open their eyes.

But they want a tour guide.  They want to watch somebody bleed.  Pain as entertainment.

Kindergarten and Racism: Welcome to the real world, kid  [Yoon’s Blur]

Choing-chong-dong-dung! Choing-chong-chung-chong!

My classmates are jumping around in and out of my face, in a dancing, clown-like way. They’re all laughing and pulling at the corners of their eyes.

I crinkle my nose and squint my eyes, as I pull my head back, and wonder to myself, What are they doing? They look and sound so silly.

I look behind me. I look around me. I feel confused. Why are they doing that?

I feel something in my chest sink. Something about this hurts, but I’m only five years old, and I can’t make sense of it.

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