Binitay (Teaser Video)
By: James Beni Wilson
“Binitay” will be a documentary film about James Beni Wilson, a Filipino adoptee, who was born in the Philippines. It’ll highlight his journey through his struggles of culture identity, healing, and reconciliation with his past.
This is only a tentative opener for the video documentary. Filming progress will be an approximate eight month or longer process and its final release will be in the late summer or early fall of 2013.
November is National Adoption Month
by: JB. Wilson
Edited by: A. Duenas
The month of November is recognized as National Adoption Month.
In 1984, during the presidency of Ronald Reagan “Adoption Awareness Week” became National Adoption Week celebrated in the week of Thanksgiving. President Reagan highlights the adoption of children and giving care to them with the help of the Adoption Assistance and Child Welfare Act of 1980. The acknowledgement of Adoption Week has given rise to many communities such as adoption, parent groups, and agencies whom serve as advocates and supporters for adoption and reinforce a positive light on it.
Since then in 1995, President Clinton has opened up the entire month of November to be approved as National Adoption Month. During Clinton’s term, his signing of the Multiethnic Placement Act of 1994 has shifted adoption and foster and adoption regulations and understood the ‘racial background’, ethnicity and culture of adoptive and foster placement.
And now most recently, National Adoption Month under Barack Obama’s presidency in 2011 has revolutionized against many barriers within the adoption programs. These barriers which once had discriminated towards race, religion, sexual orientation and marital status has shifted allowed caregivers and possible adoptive parents opportunities . The signing of the Child and Family Services Improvement and Innovation Act has reduced the amount of time that waiting children are to be placed in permanent homes and of the International Adoption Simplification Act which has taken away unnecessary restrictions that regarded with trans-national adoption.
Pathos of Asian Adoptees, which is a submission blog, would like to share and celebrate with its writers and its readers, the brief history and acknowledgement of National Adoption Month.
Opening The Bird Cage
This is an experimental short documentary about my adoption and reunion in the Philippines. I made a lot of it poetic, as I use my mixed media as a metaphor of a “cathedral” I built inside myself when I felt broken in the past, with a placement of facts of my adoption, photos of my baby files/photo albums, and personal comments before and after the reunion.
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In response to some of the negativity that’s been circulating the KAD groups online.
May is APIA Heritage Month.
I made this to express the social labels, prejudices, and struggles to be an Asian adoptee, Asian/Filipino-American, and other facets of my identity.
As part of the 2nd largest Asian American group, Filipino American, while growing up I was and am determined to learn more and understand what it means to be both Asian/Filipino American due to my socialization in a densely populated white cultured area. I’ll re-emphasize the culture shock of not meeting other people of my heritage and ethnic background until halfway through high school and even made my own effort of learning more what constitutes my heritage, not my culture.
So for many APIA Adoptees, I highly encourage to express yourself and your stories within histories/herstories that we share.
Feel free to submit them on this site.
JB: Reception & Study Center for Children (RSCC) Cebu City
So I just emailed the orphanage/RSCC that I was in when I was younger in the Philippines.
This however brought me the most attention:
Children 0-2 years old who are:
- Neglected or involuntary committed
- Surrendered/voluntary committed children
- Not suffering from any communicable disease, well nourished and not ill.
I was admitted into there when I was a newborn and they only kept me until I was two years old. After that I was placed into a licensed foster family who I lived with for one year I was adopted.
It’s saddening to see that for other orphanages that if children are not placed in a permanent home by 6 years old, they are left on the street. It could have been me.
Currently it’s 8am in the morning in the Philippines. I hope that they receive my contact letter and reply to me soon. I requested help to look for further records of my past.
Pao’s Adoption Story (I): The Colonel
It was a dusty Fall morning in 2010 in the Philippines. The streets of Manila were already tightly packed with street vendors, impatient taxis, and jaywalking pedestrians. The retired Colonel, a reserved man, quietly observed his fellow countrymen with pride and a certain regard. The traffic light was red, and he patiently waited for it to turn green. He surveyed the tightly packed neighborhood. It was the same neighborhood he lived and raised two children in for the past two decades. Trash decorated the streets, the buildings needed repainting, and chicken darted in between cars. It wasn’t Tokyo, for certain, but it was his home. He took pride in it. He was a decorated Filipino Colonel. He was proud to be Filipino.
The light had yet to turn green. He patiently waited as traffic started to pile up. A motorcycle pulled up next to him. The two men sitting on the motorcycle seemed to acknowledge the Colonel. They waved to him. The Colonel waved back. The Colonel was known to value his privacy, so it would have been rather unlikely for him to wave back to complete strangers.
The friendly exchange would turn deadly for the Colonel. Within a matter of seconds, the two strangers on the motorcycle pulled out their guns and shot the Colonel.
They revved up their motorcycle and disappeared into coagulation of Manila’s infamous traffic.
The streets were left in panic and confusion. The Colonel was dead. That day is always going to haunt my family. The Colonel was my uncle. The mystery behind his murder has not been solved. However, in retrospect, through this tragedy lies a blessing.
It opened the door to my past: my adoption.