I can only write this as humanly possible as I know. As a parent. As a sister. As a friend. As a human.
There are many legal loopholes and arguments over the Veronica Brown case. As the world knows, her father lost her yesterday. The adopted couple took custody and the father who fought so hard for his daughter that he even turned himself in, will not be a part of her life until she seeks him out when she is legally able to.
I am not here to argue, whether the adopted mom was right, whether the adopted couple is right, whether Dusten Brown was right. Obviously the court went where the money was and crapped all over the ICWA laws set in place to protect our children.
The ICWA laws however have to be upheld. I still lost my brother for 21 years even though those laws were set in place.
However, I am not even going to write about that. I am going to talk about how I was up late text a good friend who grew up in an adopted home. Pulled away from her Native family. She was heartbroken over the case.
Despite all the laws, all the courts, lawyers, despite everything, despite the loving home some adoptees grow up in, although many do not and that is a sad thing, an individual will always wonder, will always seek out where they are from, who they are.
I have many friends who went home, found out where they were from, my brother prayed for the day we would find him, I even know one who still has anger issues with his birth mother because of the lies told to him by the adopted family, but he still sought her and found her.
There is something there that money, cannot buy. There is something there that is stronger than all the love an adopted family can provide. It is innate, it is genetic, it is DNA, and it is that strong spiritual pull to find out who you are.
Especially when you were told all your life that you were someone else.
People do not get that. But I do. I feel for every one of you.