So yeah, Baby Love Child has been quiet here for the last few days. Not because I have nothing to say, but because I actually have so damn much to say.

True enough, I rarely write or respond on ‘blog time,’ constantly filling the noise pipe with the latest shiny object, then quickly move along to the next, nope, not my style. I may be blogging but this isn’t going to be on typical blog timescale.*

I’ve got three posts in draft mode even as we speak, and some of them are simply never going to see the light of day. Today’s post is one of those.

No doubt I’m going to get unending shit for even touching this. So be it.

This is where my post on the unfolding Guatemalan adoption disaster was going to appear. But that’s not what you’re going to get. The more I dug into Guatemalan adoptions, the more I researched the personalities, structures, and organizations at the center of the firestorm was the more I knew I could never write the real post.

My personal opinion: I’ve become convinced Guatemala is being used as nothing short of a baby farming system.

And for the time being, anyway, that’s all I’m willing to say.

If domestic adoption has been a mess and created an incredibly fucked up system for so many, international/interracial adoption is where the truly monstrous real shit lies. Guatemala is but one of many examples thereof. And the horrors of course, are structural, going far far beyond mere adoption. Adoption is just one facet of the far greater system, Guatemala, the U.S. and plenty of other “players” are all party to.

So this is the post I’m not writing. Other than to say that there are real womyn, real parents, and real kids trapped by all this, and that simple fact is consistently ignored.

The Guatemalan “pipeline adoptions” that are already underway look like they’re going to go forward.

Considering the voices of other adopters from other countries where pregnant womyn were previously strip mined for the babies and their pipeline experiences, only to find to their horror the true origins of their kids, let’s just say in the here and now it appears demand for children far outweighs any notion of ever learning any lessons from previous history.

So this is the Guatemalan adoption post I can’t write, yet have to write.

Go find your favourite search engine and get started. Get some Central American history under your belt, then dig down into the adoption mess. It’s bad badness out there.

(* This is shared a way of describing the act of blogging and blog time my partner and I have come up with, credit for such also goes to him.)