Sunday, February 23, 2014
"The Representative would like to meet with you," came a young woman's voice over the speaker of my cell phone. "It is urgent. You must come to Harrisburg as soon as possible." I agreed to attend, and quickly contacted two other adoption activists. It was the summer of 2010. I was relatively new to adoption activism and knew better than to go by myself. I knew why she had called. This legislator had submitted a bill that competed with a pending original birth certificate access bill. After his office ignored our attempts to engage with him personally, we launched a social media campaign in opposition of the bill. We knew he had heard our voices, yet nothing prepared me for what I walked into that day.
Joined by two other activists, I nervously sat down at the large oval table. Several Representatives were there, including the bill sponsor. He was flanked by numerous staff. No one looked happy.
"Can you tell me what this is about?" he said sternly. "My offices received so many calls from your organization's call-to-action that our phone lines went down."
Labels: Adoptee Rights, Adoption, adoption discourse, citizenship, deportation, filicide, Original Birth Certificate
I began blogging in 2009 to try to find my original family and ended up becoming an author and activist for the adoption community. Two degrees in social work, two kids, multiple legislative campaigns, multiple published books, two collegiate teaching positions, a clinical practice, and advanced licensing later....I'm still at it and not giving up any time soon.