<p>You are lucky to have married into your family. But in the area that I was raised (Buffalo), racism was very prevalent. In fact, in the neighborhood where I grew up, there were predominantly Italian and Polish immigrants. And the Italians and Polish fought with one another. And the boys in the neighborhood literally knew who “belonged there”. One time my Polish/Italian cousin came to my neighborhood to visit me, and he was egged while we walked down the street.</p>
<p>Now, I had no understanding of racism. But I do remember inviting every girl in my class to my 4th grade birthday party, including the only black child in my class. And I remember my godmother coming over to my house, and when I introduced Celeste (my black friend), she said “Ohhhhhh”. And although I did not understand fully, I felt as if I had done something wrong, and it had to do with Celeste. And so I did not invite any more black friends to my home.</p>
<p>Because of the racism in my neighborhood, there were a lot of problems when the schools tried to integrate and began bussing black children into our neighborhood school. I was a small child, and I got the brunt of hair pullings and “I’m going to kick your butt afterschool” for no reason that I could understand. Now that I am older, I really how terrible it must have been for those children to have to come into that neighborhood. I’m sure that they had an earful from their parents. </p>
<p>When I went to high school, I was bussed into the inner city, and began to meet children from all over the city. I made friends with several black children, but I was always reluctant and embarrassed to tell them the neighborhood that I lived in, because I had no control over the conditions, but I was afraid I’d be disliked anyhow. </p>
<p>Notably, my high school was only composed of white and black students, one Chinese girl, and two Arabian girls. That’s it. When I went to college, I went to a University and met people from many different cultures. I was fortunate to meet people who were willing to do a “cultural exchange” of sorts. Although I must have sounded extremely stupid (“I didn’t think that Asian people are allowed to live together before marriage”, followed up by looks at each other and laughing), but they understood that I was not trying to offend, but to learn. My Asian friends invited me to their home to enjoy their meals and I did the same. </p>
<p>My old neighborhood still exists and has not changed. There are frequent reports of black families moving out because they moved in and have had their homes set on fire.</p>
<p>One thing that I have noticed in my family, and of other Italian families from my area, is that their bias does not simply extend to other cultures, but to in-laws!!! In my family, it was not so much the issue of the baby being Asian, it was the issue of the baby not being “blood”. My mother’s grandparents disowned her mother for marrying my German grandfather. And my father’s family has never accepted in-laws. They are civil, but not warm. </p>
<p>When my grandmother passed away, my husband was supposed to be a pall bearer. When we arrived at the funeral, he was replaced with a distance cousin (a blood relative). Additionally, the family member eliminated in-laws from the obituary. I’ll never forget my aunt (married to my uncle for 30 years) saying “Gee, I’ve been married into the family for 25 years. Do you think that I am family yet?”</p>
<p>While I agree that a couple should not require “permission” of their family to adopt, the reality is that this son did love his mother, despite her flaws. I think when it boils down to it, he knew that the baby would not be truly accepted and he was not willing to disown his family in order to protect the baby’s feelings. So they did not adopt. And I also do not feel that my family ever accept my first child born out of wedlock, whose father was not Italian. </p>
<p>Ironically, my husband’s mother is German and just as bad. She’s never accepted me because I am Italian (although I am not just Italian). Then again, this is also a woman who has remarked in our car “Must be a woman driver” when someone drove erratically.</p>