Would you think of it — crazy, — to analytically view the sanctity of infant adoption with a fate same as a small triangular patch of prairie grass that survives in a parking lot of a fast food chain outlet? Truly, these green blades grow while corralled by the concrete curbs of a 60’s vintage hamburger stand somewhere in Nebraska! This epiphany came to me while reading a book titled – Natural Acts.
Here was this lush, knee-high prairie grass beautifully pictured in my mind — swaying windblown. In reality however, this display establishes only as a remnant of one time vast ranges of undisturbed open Comanche [Native American Nation] grassland of same. At some point in time, the sanctity of adoption also had spread abroad in same undisturbed manner. Times have changed… The humanities have changed!
This patch of true prairie grass, had withstood a “by human hands” disturbing of the land that surrounds. It is this unnatural shifting that caused an intrusive introduction of aggressive weed species. In analogy, the very foundation of adoption morals had also been breached by newly introduced parasitic invaders. They are still taking over; trying to squeeze out these left vestiges of how adoption is supposed to truly form. Or are they?
David Quammen is a world renowned essayist whose writes are of nature and its many diversified politics of survival mechanisms. In one of his essays there is a describing of this obscure Nebraska parcel of grass growing, and still yet thriving despite all odds against. However, the surrounding landscape of a “concrete jungle” has masked what had truly happened…, …a land’s susceptibility to an induced change – by Man!
The moral and ethical standard once used in the practice of infant adoption, has also changed!
This realization happened after I intensely viewed a picture of this seemingly symbolic coexistence. A question arose after my mind envisioned the picturesque scene as suddenly becoming enclosed and lonely… Why did they leave it alone? Undisturbed?
“When you advertise in righteousness…, it is much easier to sell what it is — that you will eventually destroy!”