But don’t you have any babies that look like us?
Sunday, January 11th, 2009Say it in that voice that certain small-minded affluent white helicopter-type moms use. The voice that always makes me have to bite my tongue and sit on my hands. If I haven’t been able to avoid the person altogether by ducking into the pasta aisle.
I am not good at writing posts like this about touchy subjects, so I’ll undoubtedly step in it somewhere along the line. But it’s the laziest Sunday ever and This American Life was rumbling along and I started to pay attention to what turned out to be quite a disturbing story. One that parallels an incident in my own life. So I have to try. Bear with me here.
It was a toy story. FAO Schwartz had some sort of newborn baby dolls for sale adoption. They were displayed in a hospital nursery setting and employees who acted as nurses would facilitate the sale adoption, asking the little girls (or boys or whatever) things like, “Will you love the baby?” and “Will you read to the baby?”. One day a couple of cool kids from MTV came along and adopted a baby and they talked about it on MTV and pretty soon every [affluent white] mom in the city was in there buying adopting a baby for her daughter and guess what happened? Well, of course! They ran out of white babies!
Problem. Sshhh! These dolls were still all the rage but nobody wanted to adopt asian or hispanic or black babies. Some of the moms would dance and fumble around trying to come up for a politically correct question for, “where are the white babies?”. Like, “Um, do you have a baby that looks like us?” Others would just barge in and ask, “where are the white babies?”
Sigh. Light-years ago there was such a thing as a Cabbage Patch doll. I don’t know why I thought my cute little blonde 3-year-old daughter needed a Cabbage Patch doll. Maybe because every other little girl on earth seemed to have one? Or maybe I just felt like burning money. And that makes me no different than the people I am complaining about [sigh]. Anyway, Leona Millie didn’t come from a fancy nursery with a nurse to facilitate the sale adoption. I dunno, maybe she would have if we had gotten her at FAO Schwartz. But we were at the old Toys R Us store over in Arborland. Leona Millie was in a box on a shelf. My cute little blonde urchin carefully checked out all the dolls and specifically picked out Leona Millie. There was no “nurse” around to ask stuff like, “Will you love the baby?”. Who *was* there was a pimply-faced checkout dude who, when we put our beloved new black baby on the conveyor belt, looked at me and asked, “Is this yours?”