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Minister Kenney’s visit to France, India, China, and the Philippines to focus on greater international cooperation on shared immigration concerns

Ottawa, September 3, 2010 — Citizenship, Immigration and Multiculturalism Minister Jason Kenney leaves tomorrow for an official visit to Europe and Asia.

On the Minister’s agenda are visits to Paris, New Delhi, Chandigarh, Hong Kong, Beijing and Manila. He will participate in meetings as part of the Government of Canada’s commitment to work with foreign governments to improve international cooperation on shared immigration concerns. Minister Kenney’s trip will focus on encouraging countries that are major sources of immigration to Canada to implement and enforce meaningful regulation of fraudulent immigration activity, such as marriages of convenience and crooked immigration consultants.

The visit will begin in Paris, where the Minister will meet the French minister responsible for immigration and various European ministers and discuss issues of common concern, including illegal immigration, border security, human trafficking and smuggling, and the resettlement of refugees.

Ronald Federici's daughter speaks out

Ronald Federici's daughter speaks out
Ronald Federici's daughter has surfaced online.

Here's what she has to say about life in the Federici household.

ETA: Link is inactive after the blog maintainer received personal threats from Federici. You can still read the statements at child advocacy group PPL.org

Initial skepticism was waived when a Federici supporter (someone whom the leading members of ACT have cited good reason to believe is Federici himself waving a sockpuppet under the alias "mom4all") then vehemently turned on Federici's adopted daughter "Lanie" and revealed copious personal information about her in a highly inappropriate way.

The following are personal statements and opinions from people who know Federici independently:

From one source:

I was very aware of the situation with Mr. Federici and his “standing” in the community as well as his atttempt at gaining guardianship of his daughter. From my experience with both, it is clear to me that mom4all is actually Ron Federici writing. This is exactly the way he talks about adopted children - “damaged” - and the way he talks about his daughter - on the streets, lying etc. Many of my friends in the adoption community have seen Ron Federici and never been back - they find him frightening. His practice is all but gone. He lies about everything - used to have on his website that he was a physician, which he is not. In the guardianship hearing for his daughter the judge was horrified to learn that he had represented to multiple people that he was his daughter’s guardian - a blatant lie. Ron’s path to “helping” these children, including his own, is CONTROL, to the point of child abuse. When his daughter dared to leave home to escape his control, his response was to seek guardianship. Quite a guy and NOT the model I look to for adoptive parenting.


From another, someone who allegedly knows Federici and his practice very well:

Why does this person who supposedly has been so helped by Dr. Federici not divulge who they are? Elena is “out there” with her identity- what about you, her accuser? If you have been so helped, why won’t you proudly state who you are along with the names of all of the “professionals” you claim tried to help her? Unless of course if you are Federici. The truth is known by too many people and putting out anonymous posts is not going to work anymore. The house of cards is crumbling, thank goodness!

I have known Elena, Dr Federici’s adopted daughter very well also. I have known her for years. She has always been a very sweet and well behaved young lady. To be candid, and I sincerely apologize Elena if this is unkind for me to say in this brief a manner, she has always been somewhat regressed in her behavior. This is undoubtedly in part due to the fact that her adoptive father raised her to be entirely dependent on him. He tried very hard to ensure none of his kids would ever get out of the house and away from his control. She wouldn’t have dreamed of smoking or drinking or any of the bad behaviors she has been accused of by her adoptive father. She was extremely physically and emotionally abused by her adoptive father for years, as were her 3 adopted siblings.

I asked his son once why his dad works with children when it is obvious that he hates them so. His son said, “because who is going to believe us? He can get away with whatever he wants and no one will listen to us”. This boy is enlisted in the Marines now, and he would be better off in Iraq than back home with his adoptive father.

Of his 4 adopted children, only one remains at home. He is there because he is the only one Federici managed to get a guardianship on even though he is now almost 25 years old, can read and write and hold down a job (which he has for many years). He is not even allowed to get a drivers license even though he is perfectly capable. The others got out, thank goodness. It is well known in professional circles that the supposed other 3 kids (of the “seven”) –are not his kids. One is a Russian girl who has both mom and dad–and lives with them in Russia. He has brought her over to the US for an occasional visit. She is not his daughter. The other two young ladies are Romanian girls. They have never even been to the US. He helped find foster homes for them, and they are now both grown now and out of foster care in Romania. They are not now–nor were they ever been his children. This lie is typical of what this man does. He truly doesn’t seem to be able to discern reality.

Anyone who is even remotely considering trusting their children to this man needs to read the full disclosure on this web site
http://www.childrenintherapy.org/proponents/federici.html

What kind of professional lies about the number of children they have or the degrees they possess or what university they attended?

Elena! There is a better life out there for you! You are beautiful and precious and there is only one YOU in the entire world! The Job Corps is a great opportunity for you to find a career. I hope and pray that enough truth and strength has been instilled into you that God can continue to lead you to freedom. Your story will help and bless others as you heal and raise your child. I am so happy and proud of you for your courage! Most people will never know what it takes for you to get out of there and stand up for yourself. But most of the people on this list will support and applaud you and God will honor your desire for a healthy life for you and your beautiful daughter!

I remember when he met one of his secretary’s children for the first time when she had just had her baby. He was a beautiful healthy baby—and Dr. Federici’s very serious comment made for all to hear was, “I told you you should have had an abortion”. I assure you he wasn’t kidding. It isn’t you Elena!! It’s him—and you are rid of that—and your daughter will never have to suffer the way you have. Someday I hope you will write a book!



A second comment from this source:
Federici has openly bragged about hitting his daughter so hard with a 2 by 4 that he literally broke it on her. He has dragged her around the room by her hair (he continued this into her adulthood and she would even cut her own hair off to try to keep him from doing it), and struck her repeatedly over a period of many years. The son who is in the Marines was beaten so badly when he was 5 years old (he was adopted at age 4) that Federici and his then wife kept him home from school for 2 weeks. He thought he was getting special privileges as he was allowed to sit in the hot tub every day while at home recovering so no one would see his bruises. He too is a very sweet and well behaved boy.

As horrific as this is, the emotional abuse was probably much worse. He would tell one of his Romanian boys that he was just like his father and that he would end up in prison, until the boy would scream and cry and beg for Federici to stop, but that just egged him on.

His first wife finally had enough and left. It didn’t take his second wife as long to figure things out and leave him as well. The “oldest friend of the family” is his office manager, Kathleen who he references in his post. She is no longer on his website as his employee (as she has been for 20 years)–so maybe she finally had enough too. Anyone who spends any time around Federici figures it out, but then they have to go through witness protection to get away!

He brags about breaking peoples knees with a baseball bat, dousing a man with gasoline and lighting a match to threaten him to do his bidding, and hanging a man out of the window by his ankles to threaten him into acquiescing to Federici’s request.

He has a slew of attorneys whom he regularly uses as attack dogs–suing so many people repeatedly until they are beaten down and broke. Hopefully this answers the question of why he still has his license. People are justifiably terrified of him.

Lanie honey, there were witnesses to what he did to you. There were 2 moms, family and friends. This mom4all person is definitely him as you likely have figured out. Don’t engage him. The truth is known by many and most importantly by God. You should continue to share with this list as you need to and with people who can help you heal. Just don’t feel that you have to respond to his ridiculous allegations.



Finally, one statement from Lanie:

In our home it felt like we were in battle all the time. My dad has this special thing that he does all the time. Its called divide and conquer. He would divide my brothers and me so that we would be weak and he would be able to control us that way. He would make us fight against ourselves so that we wouldnt get together and fight together. We would tell on each other so that we wouldnt be in the spotlight One day we told my dad that my older brother (the one that has hemophilia) wanted to kill himself. My dad took my brother and beat the living daylights out of him! I couldnt believe it! How could someone do that to another person? The last time that he tried to control me and hold me down I bit him. I was trying to leave the house and he wouldnt let me. He was going to put a choke hold on me and I wouldnt let that happen. So I bit him to let me go. When he took me to court he made up a lie saying that I was trying to leave and he wanted to talk to me and I attacked him! Whenever I tried to get close to him he would act all nice until later on he uses the things that I tell him against me! He would add on to the things that I would tell him making me feel stupid for even trying to trust him. I realized that you can Never trust this man or even try to.

Sintayehu - Lost Little Sister

Sintayehu - Lost Little Sister

Sintayehu - (One who has experienced many things) 

This blog page is dedicated to my daughters' sister, Sintayehu who was lost in the adoption shuffle in Ethiopia. Posted here are memories my oldest daughter relates and information on Sintayehu. Hopefully someone out there will be able to help locate this lost sister. 


Sintayehu's Information

Year of birth: End of 2007 or beginning of 2008
Place of birth: Wonji, Ethiopia 
Date of Adoption:Spring/Summer 2009. 
Orphanage of Origin:Holy Saviour Orphanage 

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Lost Sister

Lost Sister
This is the only picture of Sintayehu and her Adoptive mother we have.

Sintayehu's Sisters

Sintayehu\ 
An old photo of Sintayehu's sisers

The Church Dress and The baby

The Church Dress and The baby
Dressed for Church -- but it's not Sunday.

Sintayehu's Parents

Sintayehu\
Our only link to Sintayehu's family is through this picture.

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WEDNESDAY, MAY 12, 2010

Birthday

Mete’s arm and leg lay across Tedu’s back like they had fell asleep in the middle of a game of piggy back. A slight groan from the other side of the room woke Tedu from her sleep and she looked across through sleep crusted eyes towards he mother who sat by the fire. Mother’s face was just easing out of a grimace as she looked up at Tedu. She slowly freed herself from her sister’s embrace and walked over to her mother and took her hand. It was damp with sweat and was trembling slightly but Tedu’s mother squeezed her hand and gave her a weak little smile. The sun was up outside and she knew her father was already hard at work in the sugar cane fields, having left well before the sun breached the horizon.


“What’s wrong mother?” Asked Tedu as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

“The baby will be coming today,” her mother said. She stood up and grabbed a jug from the table and poured some water into one of the cups. She took a long slow drink and handed the cup to Tedu. “Take some injera and go to Meron’s house. Tell her the baby is coming and I need her help.”

“Yes mother,” Tedu whispered. Tedu grabbed a roll of injera from the table, it was still slightly warm and the sour aroma pleasantly pinched her nose. She jammed a fist sized piece into her mouth and ran out the door and down the road. 

It was a long run to Meron’s house down the rough road. Tedu stayed in the center of the road running in the well-worn tracks. She could not run very quickly on the shoulder of the road, the sharp rocks bit at her feet, but the car tracks were smooth and mostly free of rocks. She only slowed to shove more injera into her mouth. A little more than half way there she stopped on the side of the road, the running and injera combining to make the morning call of her biology urgent. She preferred going out here. There was no one around to watch. There was no foul smelling hole smeared with others feces just inches away from her. Lately, she had started to hold it in until she could get away from the community toilets and relieve herself in some bushes or tall grasses. Her mother got angry when she did this because she had no water to wash afterwards but Tedu was willing to take the punishment. When she finished, she ran with renewed vigor relishing the feeling of the air filling her lungs, the pounding of her heart and the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of her feet against the hardened clay.

Meron was an older woman who had many children, most of whom were now having children of their own. Although she was always friendly to Tedu and Mete, Tedu was wary of the woman who was the closest thing to a nurse they had. Meron’s house was one of the largest in their village with a proper stone fence and large iron gates. Her husband has served in the army and had become a soldier of some status, being rewarded with a sizable pension and giving his wife a sizable ego. Inside the yard was an old green truck whose trail of blue smoke could be seen lingering above the roads as Meron tended to the women of the village. She was a woman who believed that she knew more than those around her and carried herself with a slight condescending arrogance, dealing with everyone as if they were children. 

“Hello! Hello?” Tedu called as she ran into the yard and up to the open front door.

A teenage girl came to the door, dressed in a white dress and wearing soft leather sandals. “What do you want?” She asked Tedu with scorn.

“My Mother said to come here. She says that the baby is coming,” said Tedu.

“Wait here,” she said and disappeared back into the house. 

Tedu could hear the murmur of conversation somewhere near the back of the house then the scraping of a chair on the floor and the shuffling of feet. Meron came to the door; she was tall and heavy-set with wide hips and broad shoulders. She wore a green button-up shirt with a lace trimmed collar, its colour having faded slightly, tucked into a long flowing skirt which had stylized zebra, lions and giraffe chasing zigzag ribbons of orange and red. “You are Tedu. I remember bringing you into the world. So, the baby is ready to come out?” Meron said.

“Yes. My mother told me to come and find you. She said she needs your help,” replied Tedu.

“Very well. Go. Run home and tell your mother I will be there shortly,” she said. “Your Father is still working in the sugar cane fields?”

“Yes,” replied Tedu.

“Behtee! Behtee!”

The teenage girl who came to the door when Tedu first arrived came back to the door. “Yes mother?”

“Go to the Sugar Cane mill and have them find Addago. Tell them that his baby is coming and he needs to come home,” Meron said. The girl said nothing and walked out the front door and down the road towards the sugar mill. “You,” she said looking at Tedu. “Why are you still here? Go! Quickly!”

Tedu turned and ran for home. Part of her was hoping that Meron would let her ride in the truck back to their home. The run home seemed faster than the trip to Meron’s. She ran inside, and stopped in the doorway. Her mother was sitting in the chair next to the table, Mete was sitting on the bed mat playing with a pretend doll. “Mother, I am back”

“Was Meron there?” Her mother asked.

“Yes, she said she will be here shortly. She sent her daughter to get father.”

Mother’s face seemed to relax a little bit. “You are a good daughter. Please take Mete and go to the well. We will need fresh water when the baby comes.

Tedu and Mete grabbed the large water pail which had a thick leather handle on it and started out for the communal well. It was a long walk there, longer back carrying the heavy pail of water, needing to stop often to rest. When they finally got home, Meron had already arrived, her green truck parked in the center of the yard. They both walked inside, half carrying, half dragging the bucket of water.

Mother was lying flat on her back with her knees in the air. There were clean white sheets were underneath her and covering the sleeping mat. Tedu put the bucket by the water and stood very quietly behind Meron, looking at their mother. Mother’s face was sweaty but she looked calm and relaxed. 

“It is coming fast,” said Meron. “Are you in much pain?”

“I am fine,” said mother.

“There is no holding this one back. I can already see the top of its head. Push hard!”

Mother grunted hard, her face wrinkled with effort. Tedu and Mete looked closely as the baby’s head came out. Mete was silent but Tedu started to cry at the sight of the blood. It quickly turned to a wail as she ran backwards and crouched in the corner, behind the kitchen table and chairs. Mete’s looked at Tedu and started to cry in harmonic sympathy with her sister.

“Quiet you two! Get outside!” Meron shouted at the two sisters. “The first ting the baby hears should not be your insufferable wailing.”

“Tedu, Mete. Please don’t cry. There is no need. I am fine. The baby is fine. Go outside and wait for your father,” said mother.

Tedu stifled her tears until they were hollow sobs, and she took metes hand. Mete quieted quickly with her touch and they walked outside. The sat on the ground beside the door listening to the sounds from inside still sobbing, their faces now stained with tears. They looked up and saw father running up the road. He was unmistakable, very tall and lean, his arms taught with strong muscles made from heavy work. Tedu and Mete jumped up and ran towards their father, Tedu shouting. “Father! The baby is here!”

He bent down and they wrapped their arms round his neck. He scooped them both up in his arms and stood up, looking at their dirty, tear streaked faces. He laughed his deep hearty laugh. He was always laughing and the sound calmed the girls down immediately and said in his deep calm voice, “Well, well, well. You two look the worse for wear. You can stop crying now there is no reason for tears. This is a happy time – we have a new baby. Come, let’s go inside and see if you have a new sister or brother.”

“But there is red everywhere,” Tedu sobbed.

“Red,” echoed Mete.

“Coming into the world is messy work. They will both be fine,” Said father.

They walked inside. Mother was sitting up on the sleeping mat, with her back against the wall. Suckling at her breast was a naked little baby. Meron was washing her hands and tending a kettle over the fire. “Come in,” said mother looking at the tree of them. “Tedu, Mete, come meet your new sister.” Father set them down on the floor and walked towards mother. She held up the baby girl for them to see. The baby let out two little squeaks as she was removed from her mother’s breast. She cooed as she was held up for the family to see.

“She is beautiful,” said father. 

“Husband, she did not cry – Just a little cough and a couple of squeaks like she was a mouse. What shall we name her?” Asked mother.

“This year has been the hardest we have seen for a very long time my wife. This little one has already seen many trials and tribulations. She is Sintayehu.”
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FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 2010

The Taxi ride

The small white and blue car seemed cramped even to Tedu and her tiny frame. With her two sisters, Mother , the driver and a large woman and her male companion whom Tedu had never met before inside the car the air became quickly laden with hot moisture. Sintayehu slept on Tedu’s chest and Mete quickly started dozing but Tedu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. 

“Where are we going mother” Tedu asked as they were getting into the car? They were wearing their church clothing but today was not the day to go to church.

It was the strange woman who knelt down and answered, “We are going to my friend’s home. There are lots of children there for you to play with.” She stood back up and pulled at the sides of her brown skirt and then straightened her blue shirt. Tedu thought the shirt was a very pretty but it was a young colour that looked out of place on the middle aged woman.

Tedu hid herself slightly behind her mother and looked at the woman with a mix of suspicion and fear. Mete piped up, “Mommy, Mete stay. Play Tedu outside.” Mete was still not speaking in full sentences yet, resisting growing out of babyhood.

“Are you hungry?” The woman asked turning towards Mete.

“Yes” responded Mete.

“When we get to my friend’s house you can have some ambasha. Would you like that?”

“Mete likes ambasha” mete said, her eyes grew wide with excitement. As she contemplated getting the slightly sweet spiced bread she began to dance in a circle and started singing in her squeaky voice “Dabbo! Ambasha! Dabbo! Ambasha!” 

Mother slightly shifted to the side and quietly put her hand on Tedu’s shoulder and looked down at her. Mother gave her the sad little smile that had become her quiet reassurance lately and she guided Tedu toward the car door. Tedu climbed into the rear seat and sat in the center and Mete hopped in next to her still quietly singing “Dabbo. Ambasha.” Mother handed Tedu Sintayhu and climbed in next to them. The door next to Tedu opened and one of the men climbed in and the woman sat in the passenger seat in the front and the driver started the car. They pulled out of the alley way with a shudder and a puff of thick blue smoke.

Now, Tedu strained to try to find any breeze coming from the open windows but very little air is making it past the adults who are leaning up against the windows trying to cool themselves. It doesn’t help that the car can only go slightly faster than a walking pace, slowing down often for one of the thousands of ruts and pits that are in the road. The driver is swerving left and right trying to avoid the largest of the craters in the road making Tedu feel sick to her stomach with every lurch. They hit one particularly large hole that sent a jolt through everyone in the car snapping Mete out of her stupor and causing Sintayehu to squirm slightly. Tedu gently rocked her as best as she could in the confined space and cooed her baby sister back to sleep.

“Dabbo?” Mete asked looking around wildly too see if they had reached their destination.

“Wait” responded Tedu with a mix of anxiety and impatience in her voice. She could feel the tension in the car increase as they came closer to their destination. Tedu tried to straighten her dress which was getting wrinkled in the cramped car and gave up with a frustrated sigh. She loved her pretty white dress and the thought of how winkled it was getting because of the humid crush of the cramped car was making her angry. If Sintayehu wasn’t sleeping on her shoulder, she would have tried to push Mete over or try to stand up to fix her dress but being stuck in the seat simply added to her frustration.

Tedu could not see where they were going. She was glad her mother was there because she knew she would not be able to find her way home if the car broke and they had to walk back. It seemed like she had been sitting in the car for the whole day when it finally stopped and the driver honked the horn on the car twice. A few seconds later, in answer to the horn, she heard the rusty squeak of a steel gate being opened and the car pulled ahead and stopped. The driver shut the engine and the passenger got out of the car. Tedu stirred in anticipation of getting out of the cramped space but no one in the back seat moved for several minutes. Tedu shifted in her seat and used her body to shove Mete so she could have more room. Mete awoke and sat up, looking at Tedu with sleepy eyes.

The woman in the blue shirt came to her mother’s door and leaned down. “It’s time,” she said and opened Mother’s door. Mother slowly climbed out exerting herself far more than someone who is only twenty five years old should need to for such a simple movement. 

“Come Tedu,” her mother said. “Mete, come.” Her mother reached out and took the baby from Tedu and passed her to the woman in the blue shirt then helped the two sisters out of the car. The man who had been sitting next to Mete remained seated, saying nothing but took a slightly dry leaf from a bag in his pocket and put it in his mouth and started to chew. As Tedu climbed out she saw two more women dressed in white skirts and shirts waiting behind the woman in blue.

“Ambasha?” Asked Mete as she climbed out.

“Yes dear, you can have some ambasha. You must first give your mother a hug, she must go and then you can have some ambasha,” said the blue woman. 

Mete jumped up on her mother and wrapped her arms around her and Mother picked her up giving her a big hug and a kiss on the forehead before setting her back down. 

Tedu stood stiff as a board and looked at her mother and the back at the woman in blue as the meaning of what the woman in the blue shirt had said. She didn’t know what was going on but knew that something was not right. Her mother should not be leaving them here. The anxiety and frustration began to boil to the surface fueled by the incomprehension of what was happening and tears began to stream from her eyes. “Mommy don’t go!” “Mommy,” she wailed! She began to sob and cry uncontrollably and ran towards her mother. One of the young women who were standing behind the blue woman stood in front of her and grabbed her in a big hug. “Mommy! No! Don’t go Mommy!”

Mete’s face, which had, just seconds before, been filled with anticipation of having her favorite food drained into a sullen pout at the sight of her sister. She started to cry and wail for no reason than in response to the distress of her sister.

Tedu kept sobbing, “Mommy don’t go.” As her mother climbed back into the white and blue car and it drove out of the compound, the steel gates clanging closed behind them. As Tedu was carried inside the house her cries ceased to be pleading and begging and devolved to a hollow wail.
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THURSDAY, APRIL 29, 2010

Ethiopia Memories

“Tedu. Tedu. Tedu.” Mete quietly calls out. “I am hungry.”
“Oosh Mete. Mother and baby are sleeping. The potatoes are almost done and then we can eat.” Tedu turns the potatoes over in the hearth. They are small, too small for there to be enough for everyone to eat. Just like the day before Mother will not eat and Tedu will eat what the baby won’t finish. Mete will get the small potato to herself.

Mete squirms in anticipation of eating the potato and says, “Tedu can I have some bread too?”

“Bread. Bread. Bread. All you ever ask about is bread! I give you bread and you eat like a hungry hyena then ask for more! We have no bread and if we did, the baby would eat before you,” said Tedu.

She can barely keep her eyes open and catches herself nodding off several times as she stares into the hypnotic dance of the flames. Her exertions during heat of the day and her constant companion, hunger, have wrung the energy from her wire frame. When the morning sun rose she had tied the baby around her back and carried the laundry down to the river. Washing the laundry was hard work and the water was cool and inviting. She could not resist the child borne urge for splashing in the cool refreshment and soon they were all laughing and squealing with delight as their existence condensed into a child’s simple enjoyment of life. Had the know that the water was contaminated with all manner of refuse and filth it would not have stayed their play – even the snake swimming next to Tedu’s leg only caused a momentary pause in their childhood revelry. For the moment, this brief moment they were just children, without care or context, wrapped in the divine veil of play.

The sun was now high in the clear sky, almost strong enough to burn shadows into the ground. Tedu left Mete and the baby to play in the hut while she went out to gather firewood for the night hearth, hopefully it would be a cooking fire. While Mete and the baby played nearby she dug in the dusty and dry garden looking for potatoes to cook for dinner. The ground had been turned before and the easiest and choicest had already been eaten some night in the past. Undaunted by handfuls of empty dirt she was finally rewarded by a small misshapen potato It would be enough for one of them. She kept digging and at the point where she was resigned to not eating that night her hands felt the smooth roundness of a large, round potato. She started bouncing on her knees as she carefully dug out the potato. It would be enough for her and the baby and maybe even some for mother.

This has been how it has been for more nights than Tedu can remember. Their mother spent the day laying on her sleeping mat the sickness preventing her from attending to the needs of her children and the home. The Baby has eaten her fill of potato, less than she should and Tedu finishes off the remaining pieces chewing slowly and occasionally falling asleep mid chew. Mete is curled up next to their mother and the baby sleeps between them.

Her mother stirs and looks at her and Tedu looks back both sharing a sad smile; Mother’s eyes are full of an intensity that makes Tedu shift slightly. Her mother knows she is sick and knows what ails her. Tomorrow the doctor will come with medicine but it won’t be enough to make everything right. She is now an outcast in her village and even if the medicine helps her physically, her opportunity to provide a decent life for her children has died. She knows it is time to think of her children – women in the village have told her stories of childless white-skinned Ferenge who would raise her children as their own. The more she dreamed of it the more she realized that her children best hope was to leave all that they knew and to seek a new life far away from her. The thought makes her eyes tear up as she looks at her beautiful daughter. In response, Tedu places some potato in her mother’s mouth and as the heat quickly flees in the night they both fall asleep
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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 28, 2010

The Jouney for a Lost sister

The three sisters sit outside the open door of their house, skin has turned dark black by the relentless summer sun beating down on the village of Wonji. Their father used work in the cane fields on days like this but the only activity they can muster the energy for is throwing small stones at the dried up body of a snake. The unlucky snake had entered their house the day before and the oldest of the sisters had killed the snake with their father's machete. The rusty machete with a sweat stained wooden handle sat propped up just inside the door. Sintayehucooed at her older sister who was more like a mother to the little girl and her sister smiled back tickling here under the arms.

A few minutes earlier an old car had pulled up in the alley behind their home and a short, well dressed, man went inside to speak with their mother.

"Its time to go," their mother said in a quiet voice. "Please get into the car, we have a long ride today."

The two older sisters didn't realize that this would be the last ride they would take with their little baby sister and the beginning of a whole new life for them all. The baby would end up being left at the Holy Savior orphanage, and the two older sisters would be sent from that orphanage to a different orphanage never knowing what would become of their sister nor why they were seperated.


This is the true story of three girls who were adopted out of Ethiopia by two different families. The two oldest girls remained together and the youngest adopted by an American family in the spring of 2009. I will be posting the information that I have on Sintayehu and the family who adopted her with the hope of finding them so that the two older sisters, who cared for her and carried her on their backs while they did chores can know what has become of "their baby."
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Nine to probe abuse at Osu Children's Home

Nine to probe abuse at Osu Children's Home

Last Updated: Tuesday, 7 September 2010, 9:16 GMT

The Minister of Employment and Social Welfare, Mr E.T Mensah, Monday inaugurated a nine-member committee to investigate the issues of neglect, abuse and corruption at the Osu Children's Home as alleged in a documentary by Anas Aremeyaw Anas, a journalist.

It is chaired by Mr Antwi-Boasiako Sekyere, the Deputy Minister of Employment and Social Welfare.

Other members are Assistant Commissioner of Police (ACP) Elizabeth Dassah, National Co-ordinator of the Domestic Violence and Victims Support Unit (DOVVSU); Ms Valerie Amatey, Attorney General's Department; Ms Mariama Yahaya, a representative of the Ministry of Women and Children's Affairs, and Mr Kofi Kumah, Ghana Coalition on the Rights of the Child.

US Senator visits Ethiopia to discuss plight of children

US Senator visits Ethiopia to discuss plight of children
September 5th, 2010 in News, Society42 views
APA-Addis Ababa (Ethiopia) United States Senator Mary Landrieu is visiting Ethiopia to meet with Ethiopian officials and representatives of international and local organizations in order to discuss children’s issues, including the plight of orphans and other vulnerable children in the country, APA learns here on Saturday.



Senator Landrieu in her three day tour will be visiting orphanages, child care centres, and other facilities and interacting with over 500 Ethiopian children at these venues.



She will also have the opportunity to meet with the President of Ethiopia Girma Wolde Giorgis among others.



Senator Landrieu is joined by Ambassador Susan Jacobs, the US Department of State Senior Advisor for Children’s Issues ; Gary Newton, the US Agency for International Development’s Special Advisor for orphans and vulnerable children ; and a prominent group of American business leaders and representatives from Buckner International/Bright Hope, an NGO focused on children’s issues in Ethiopia and around the world.



During their visit to Ethiopia, Senator Landrieu and the other members of the delegation hope to share the US experience on children’s issues, including adoption and foster care, and learn from Ethiopian experts and child welfare specialists about the Ethiopian situation.



“In my first visit to Ethiopia, I have been struck by the dedication of all those committed to assisting children and families in need. Their efforts have had a profound effect on me,” said Senator Landrieu.



DT/daj/APA

2010-09-04

Suspension - pipeline

September 3, 2010


Effective August 31, 2010, the Rwandan Ministry of Gender and Family Promotion (MIGEPROF) temporarily suspended all new applications for intercountry adoptions to prepare for accession to the Hague Convention on the Protection of Children and Co-operation in Respect of Inter-Country Adoption (the Convention). U.S. Embassy Kigali officials met with Rwandan adoption officials on September 1, 2010 to clarify which cases would be included in pipeline processing.  The Government of Rwanda has stated that it will not accept dossiers for new adoption cases until Rwanda accedes to the Convention.  Dossiers received by the MIGEPROF or Rwandan embassies prior to August 31, 2010 will continue to be processed by Rwandan authorities.  Implementing the Convention can be a lengthy process and may take a year or more.  

Questions concerning adoptions in Rwanda may be sent to either AskCI@state.gov or consularkigali@state.gov.  Please check www.adoption.state.gov for updates as they become available.

Britain’s secret child slaves

Britain’s secret child slaves
Despite being banned in Britain almost 200 years ago, slavery still exists today. And the faceless army of child slaves could be hard at work in the house next door...

By Laura Millar & Ceri Atkinson, 05/09/2010


When she was 12 years old, all Fayola wanted was to go to school, make some new friends and study hard to become a teacher when she grew up.

Instead, she spent her days cleaning, cooking and doing housework for the man who 'bought' her for just £200, after promising her mum in Nigeria that he'd give Fayola a good education in the UK.

But while the kids on Fayola's north London street were getting told off for playing on their Xboxes instead of tidying their rooms, the bruises on her skin served as a reminder of what happened when she didn't work hard enough.

Fayola was one of the thousands of children making up the faceless army of child slaves working in the UK. Children who could be in your town, your street, even the house next door. Because it's not just sex workers in brothels and pickpockets in begging gangs who are being trafficked into Britain. Around 70 per cent of police raids for trafficking victims are on residential properties. In streets just like yours.

Thousands of children spend their days in domestic servitude in private homes - as highlighted last week by the Channel 4 drama, I Am Slave, which told the story of a 12-year-old African child sold into servitude, just like Fayola.

In some cases, babies and toddlers are used by distant relatives in cases of benefit fraud. They present the children to authorities as their own in the hope of getting large council houses and extra money.

There's even increasing suspicion that British couples unable to have babies of their own are resorting to illegal adoptions, ordering children to be brought into the country.

Official Home Office statistics suggest 360 children are illegally brought into the UK every year, but experts believe the true number of youngsters being exploited could be in the thousands.

Despite this, a recent survey by trafficking charity ECPAT (End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography And The Trafficking Of Children) found that one in five British adults doesn't even believe that child trafficking exists, while a third don't accept that any of these children are ever brought to the UK. But according to ECPAT director, Christine Beddoe, these perceptions couldn't be more wrong.

"The child who's begging on the high street; the teenager taking little ones to school but never attending herself; the youngster who moves on to your street and only rarely ventures outside - these are all children who may have been trafficked," she explains. "People assume it happens far away, but it's closer to home than you might think.

"The numbers are increasing every year and it happens everywhere, from huge cities to small villages."

The majority of children trafficked to the UK are from eastern Europe, south-east Asia and Africa. Trafficked to London from Nigeria when she was just 11, Fayola believed she was coming for a better life and education.

"After my dad died in a car crash, my mum really struggled to provide for me and my three younger brothers," Fayola, now 18, recalls. "When a man arrived from the UK saying he was a friend of Dad's and that he could help, it seemed like the answer to everything."

Promising the chance of a bright future, the man offered to pay £200 in return for Fayola - enough to feed her family for six months.

"I really wanted to go," she remembers. "I could already speak English and had done well at school. I dreamed of being a teacher, so in the end Mum agreed I could leave with him."

Travelling to the UK by car, then ferry, Fayola was excited about her new life as she arrived at a British port. "The man told me to call him 'Uncle' before he handed over some paperwork to the officials," Fayola says. "No one questioned us, we were waved through."

But instead of starting her education in London as she'd hoped, Uncle had another plan for Fayola. "He told me the schools were closed for the holidays and that I couldn't leave his house. He said the area was dangerous and he wanted me to be safe," she remembers. "Then he gave me a list of jobs.

"At first, I didn't mind. Everything was new, I was excited about being in the UK and wanted to impress Uncle, and to thank him for being so kind."

But soon she was working 19-hour days, scrubbing floors until her fingers bled, washing endless piles of dirty clothes and cooking all Uncle's meals for him. And whenever he went out to work as a cab driver, he locked Fayola inside the house. "I began to wonder when I'd be starting school," she says. "But whenever I asked, Uncle got angry. He hit me hard across the face. I'd never seen someone so angry, and it really scared me."

It was then he told Fayola she was in the country illegally. "He said I could never leave him, never go home. If I tried, he said I'd be thrown in prison, and that it would be all my own fault and I'd be in big trouble because I had no documents."

Exhausted and broken, she resigned herself to Uncle's brutal regime, crying herself to sleep every night after yet another beating. "I just wanted my mum," she whispers.

Too scared to try to escape, Fayola spent the next three years alone. Uncle bought her clothes when she needed them, but she had no bed and slept on the sofa instead.

She saw no one, apart from the fleeting glimpses of local children playing in the street. "I thought I didn't deserve to be like them," she says. Her only link to the outside world were the secret minutes she'd spend watching the TV when Uncle was at work.

"Even then I was so jumpy," she says. "I never knew when Uncle would be back and he'd be so cross if I wasn't working."

At the age of 14, Fayola hit puberty and her body started to change into that of a young woman. And the way her Uncle treated her also began to change.

"When he came home one night he put his hands on my breasts," she says. "I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew it was wrong. It was something different from the beatings, but I didn't like it."

Screaming, Fayola ran from the living room into the hallway, where to her amazement, Uncle had left the front door key on the table. Seizing her chance, Fayola made a run for it. "I had nothing," she says. "Just the T-shirt and trousers I was wearing."

With no friends, nowhere to go and no clue where she was, the disorientated teenager wandered the streets crying for hours.

"I ended up slumped inside a shop doorway, sobbing, when a man approached me," she says. "He said his name was Malcolm*. He was older than me, in his 20s. He spoke kindly, asking why I was crying, and he listened when I told him what had happened with Uncle."


Border poilce try to spot the traffickers
But instead of taking Fayola to the police, Malcolm had other ideas. "He said I could stay with him," Fayola says. "I had no one, nothing. Compared to what I'd been through, he could only be a better option. And I was really grateful that he wasn't going to get me into trouble with the authorities."

Malcolm was going home to Manchester after completing a building job in London. He took a dazed Fayola to the train station, bought her a one-way ticket and led her back to his flat. However, while he had seemed kind, in return for letting her stay, Malcolm wanted something from her.

"A few nights after I arrived, Malcolm had sex with me," she says. "I was a virgin and very frightened, but I thought I owed it to him. He didn't beat me, he didn't make me work. I felt I had to give him something."

Fayola ended up staying with Malcolm in Manchester for the next two years.

"Compared to Uncle, Malcolm was wonderful," she says. "I was so grateful someone was treating me nicely, I didn't think it strange that he wanted to sleep with a young girl."

Malcolm allowed Fayola to leave the flat each day and slowly she began venturing into the local area.

"It was so strange being surrounded by people," she says. "I was scared they'd know I was in the UK illegally and I couldn't really speak to anyone at first. But just being free to watch TV, read a book or walk down the street felt amazing."

Then, when she was 16, Malcolm accepted a job abroad and Fayola had to move out of the flat. Again, she was desperate. Legally, she didn't exist, and with no money, she had to think fast.

"I couldn't get a job anywhere, so I did the only thing I could think of. I'm not proud of it, but I started sleeping with men for money," Fayola admits, tearfully. "I had no choice."

Two months after she began working as a prostitute in Manchester, Fayola cracked, spilling her story to a customer.

"I had nothing to lose any more," she says.

Shocked, he tried to help her, telling Fayola to go to the Home Office in Liverpool.

"He said I could try and claim asylum," she says. "I was scared about what the authorities would do to me, but I'd reached rock-bottom by that point."

After being interviewed by the Home Office, Fayola was referred to the Poppy Project, a charity that helps women who have been trafficked. They provided her with somewhere to stay and legal advice to help her claim asylum.

Now, Fayola is slowly rebuilding her life in the UK.

"It's taken over nine months, but I'm starting to feel more secure. I still look over my shoulder, scared Uncle is coming to take me again, but I'm having counselling to help. I'm even starting a university course in psychology this month," she says.

There's one thing Fayola's not been able to do however, and that is speak to her mum back in Nigeria.

"She can't find out what's happened to me. It would kill her," Fayola says sadly. "But I think about her and my brothers every day. I hope I can make them proud."

For details about the Poppy Project, visit Eaves4women.co.uk, and for more about ECPAT, visit Ecpat.org.uk.

What's being done to stop the trafficking?

In the wake of other trafficking cases, including the shocking death of eight-year-old Victoria Climbié, a specialist service called Paladin has been set up by the Metropolitan Police in London to prevent traffickers entering the UK.

Victoria was brought from the Ivory Coast to London at the age of seven by her great aunt, Marie-Thérèse Kouao, and her partner, Carl Manning, to help them defraud the benefit system. She died in 2000 of horrific neglect and abuse. Kouao and Manning are serving life sentences for her murder.

The Paladin team liaises with immigration officers to spot children being brought illegally into the country. If they have concerns, they interview the adults.

"If we can act before these children disappear, there's a chance we'll save them and reunite them with their families," says DI Gordon Valentine.

Worldwide, human trafficking is the second biggest illegal earner after the drugs trade. And once children slip through the net, it's almost impossible to find them. Which is why the Government is pledging to do more to help.

"Human trafficking, particularly child trafficking, is an issue that needs to be taken very seriously," says Home Secretary Teresa May. "It's modern-day slavery. Currently, we have some great resources in the UK, but we also need to raise awareness. Everyone can get involved, whether that's reporting an unaccompanied child who doesn't appear to be in school, or suspicious behaviour between a child and an adult. The Government will be looking at creating projects to help, but we can all do our bit."


Penny Jaitly is an immigration officer and works closely with Paladin. She says:
"I'm trained to look for signs that a child isn't part of the family they've arrived with. Do they look scared? Do they sit close to the people they're with?

I interviewed two German sisters, aged 13 and 14, brought to join the sex trade. Their parents died and a 'family friend' promised them a better life here. We found condoms in their bags and it was clear what was expected of them, so social services took over from there.

It's hard seeing toddlers who don't understand why they've been separated from their mums, and teenagers destined for exploitation. I try not to get emotional but with two sons of my own, I can't help it. Knowing the work I do can keep vulnerable children safe makes it all worth it."

Mother whose children were taken for adoption joins class action

Mother whose children were taken for adoption joins class action
More than 100 British families who say they have been treated unfairly by social services departments and the family courts are preparing to launch an unprecedented case at the International Criminal Court in The Hague, arguing that their human rights have been breached.

By Rebecca Lefort
Published: 8:33PM BST 19 Jun 2010

'Alison' at her home in the north of England. Her three daughters have been taken away in family court rulings. Pregnant with her fourth baby, she fears it will be removed as soon as it is born Photo: Chris Neill
When 'Alison' developed post natal depression she pleaded for help from those she thought were there to assist her.
But instead of gaining support she ended up losing custody of her three beloved daughters.

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Social workers said the children were at risk of suffering "emotional abuse", even though they conceded that she cared deeply for them and had worked hard to be a better parent.
Now the 22-year-old, whose real name cannot be used for legal reasons, is pregnant for a fourth time and is terrified that social workers will refuse to give her the chance of caring for the new baby once it is born.
This week the mother, from the north of England, became one of hundreds of parents who have joined an unprecedented class action, suing the family courts and local authority social services departments.
The claimants hope the action will lead to greater transparency and accountability in the family court system, as well as the possibility of being reunited with the children they believe have been taken unfairly.
More than 100 families have now signed up to the claim, which will be lodged on July 1 at the International Criminal Court at The Hague, where political leaders are tried for genocide.
Alison, who is 15 weeks pregnant, said: "I'm pleased someone's taken action, because they've taken my children.
"It's about showing that they're using claims like 'emotional abuse' when they've got nothing left to put against you.
"You have to prove it 150 per cent that you're a perfect parent, and there's no such thing as 150 per cent. I don't know what would be good enough for them."
There were no problems with Alison's first baby, but after the birth of her second child she suffered from post natal depression and was not able to care for the baby properly.
She said she asked social services for help and support, but instead officials decided she was unfit to be a mother. Both Alison's baby and her 18-month-old toddler were taken into care.
The judge at the family court hearing which decided the fate of Alison's first two daughters, in September 2008, recorded in her judgement that the mother had turned up for appointments, assessments and all her court hearings, adding: "She loves her children and has shown a commitment to them in contact."
The judge also praised Alison for enrolling on a health and social care course, and staying on top of her finances. Nevertheless, her judgement concluded that the girls should be taken away from their mother because if they were left with her they would be "at risk of emotional harm and physical harm, as a result of her neglectful and poor parenting".
The two girls were first put into foster care, then put up for adoption. After the decision Alison received counselling and took a series of courses which, she now says, made her a better parent. When she had a third daughter, and fought to keep the baby, she had the testimony of a psychologist who said she had improved greatly. But again social services said there was a "risk" that harm could come to the child, and again a family court ruled against her.
Now Alison is only allowed to receive a letter and picture of her three girls once a year.
The first three girls shared the same father, with whom Alison had a volatile relationship. She has now split up with the man and is in a more settled relationship with a new partner, the 26-year-old father of unborn baby.
"I'm petrified about being pregnant just because I think they'll take the baby away," she said.
"I'm scared of them coming for it, I don't know what to do and I'm constantly thinking of ways I can help myself. Sometimes I think about running away.
"No one's perfect, but I've been trying so hard and I've done so much, but they don't even seem to care.
"There are some awful mothers out there who hurt their babies, and I've never done anything like that."
The court action Alison is now part of is being brought by Freedom, Advocacy and Law, which claims that parents have suffered "constant denial of freedoms" which ought to be protected under the Human Rights Act.
The action alleges that British courts and local authorities have breached the legislation, which gives the right to a fair trial and the right to respect for private and family life.
Sam Hallimond, of Freedom, Advocacy and Law, said: "Families have been destroyed by the actions of family courts, and no one has been held to account.
"Considering what's at stake at these hearings we need to see some sort of definition of the criteria under which action should be taken by social services.
"The possibility of future emotional neglect and abuse is not good enough, unless courts have a crystal ball I don't know how they can justify that."
He said he hoped the class action could result in financial payouts to some claimants, but the main purpose was to expose the flaws families saw in the system.

NAS - USA Full Circle - Adoption Fund

USA Full Circle

United States of America

The USA is a member of the Hague Treaty on international adoption.

Dutch citizenship under The Hague Treaty

Adoption procedures for children who are adopted by adoptive parents with a BKA number that was issued before April 1st, 2008 will be considered as ‘transition cases'. These children will not automatically obtain Dutch nationality. Parents will have to re-adopt the child in the Netherlands according to the Dutch adoption procedure.

Adoption procedures for prospective adoptive parents who have a BKA number issued after April 1st, 2008 will be considered to be procedures under the Hague Treaty. Children will automatically obtain Dutch nationality after the adoption is finalized in the USA . In some procedures, under the Hague Treaty, the placement will occur in a US state that does not permit finalization by non-residents. In those instances, finalization will occur in the Netherlands after completing applicable post-placement procedures.

Full Circle Adoptions (FCA)

As of February 2010, Full Circle Adoptions in Northampton , Massachusetts and the NAS have signed an agreement for partnership.

We are very proud and happy to be able to work with this highly valued and ethical organization which has already earned a strong reputation in the USA . FCA has been approved by the US Central authority for outgoing cases. With FCA as our partner, we will be able to mediate in adoption in a very clear, transparent and ethical way, where both the “Hague” procedure and every party present in the adoption triangle are done justice.

Procedure

Prospective adoptive parents who are interested in adopting through Full Circle will have to follow the procedure that the NAS and FCA have agreed on. The procedure to register with the NAS is essentially similar for both partial and full mediation. It is important to know that no exceptions will be made.

First step for the prospective adoptive parents is to contact the NAS and visit the website of Full Circle Adoptions for further information. We'd appreciate it if you please do not call FCA as your initial contact as the agency does not have the time to respond to numerous calls in the first instance, they schedule phone or Skype appointments as appropriate and when needed.

Prospective adoptive parents may first consult with the NAS. When the NAS judges according to objective criteria that you match with the demands of this contact, we will send you an information brochure and introduce you to FCA. You are required to contact the NAS either by phone (during state hours) or by e-mail. State hours are published on the homepage of the website of the NAS, weekly on Monday.

Subscription and waiting list

Prospective adoptive parents may subscribe with the NAS once the approval for adoption has been issued. You may very well contact NAS and FCA prior to the issuing of the approval to gather initial information. By law, the NAS is not allowed to sign you in without the approval for adoption.

The waiting list of the NAS is determined by the date of reception of the home study and the approval to adopt by the NAS. After placement on our waiting list, the waiting position is fixed. The prospective adoptive parents will be asked to complete a ‘reciprocal release of information' allowing FCA and NAS to discuss the family's needs and adoption planning.

The NAS will send you an invoice upon the receiving of your home study and the approval to adopt. Registration with the NAS will cost € 370 regardless of whether or not you are accepted as client.

Upon receiving the home study, the NAS will study it and discuss the findings within the team. In case the NAS is under the impression that certain remarks in the home study might conflict with adoption through FCA, the NAS will consult with FCA. If the result of this consultation has consequences for your desired adoption procedure through FCA, the NAS will inform you as soon as possible.

Who can adopt through FCA

FCA is primarily based in the US state of Massachusetts and the agency works in many states throughout the US. State laws differ widely. Massachusetts ' state adoption law does not allow discrimination on the basis of age, relationship/marital status, sexual orientation, religion or nationality/ethnicity and FCA follows this practice.

However, there are a number of challenges involved in adopting internationally in the US . These challenges arise due to the requirements of The Hague Treaty on international adoption (also called “Hague”), Dutch law and regulations and the preferences of expectant parents. As a result of these additional challenges and particularly in consideration of the typical requests of US expectant parents, NAS encourages prospective adoptive parents who match with the following profile to make an adoption plan for this contact:

•  Married or cohabiting in a male/female, male/male or female/female relationship
•  The oldest partner, at the time of sending the dossier to the USA , has at least 30 months before turning age 40 in order to leave sufficient time before the Dutch imposed age limit .
•  In case the oldest parent will have fewer than 30 months before turning age 40 at the time the dossier is submitted, the adoption procedure may be done in the name of the youngest partner. The NAS will inform you about legal consequences in these kinds of procedures during the intake interview.
•  Prospective adoptive parents are required to have an excellent understanding of American English, both in speaking and in writing.
•  Most US expectant parents will request that prospective adoptive parents to stay in touch with the birth family. Prospective adoptive parents are required to be prepared and willing to stay in contact with birth parents and/or birth families, with respect to possible in person visits and in written communication. These vary depending upon the request of the biological parents.
•  Prospective adoptive parents are required to stay in the US with the child until the legal protocols are completed or any revocation period has elapsed (whichever is longer). This means that prospective adoptive parents will have to accommodate the Dutch demand of a 60 day revocation period, whether or not the law of the birthparent's state allows this.

 

Families that cannot adopt through FCA:

Although, as stated before, while Massachusetts and many US laws do not discriminate, some prospective adoptive parents are unlikely to be chosen by birth parents given the constrictions of the international process, Dutch law and the requests of biological parents. Since there are considerable emotional and financial costs and since the costs of this procedure are non-refundable, NAS encourages families who match with the following criteria to consider other adoption options and to not pursue an adoption procedure through FCA:

•  Single men and women
•  Prospective adoptive parents where there are less than 30 months between the time of sending the dossier to the USA and the applicable parent's 40 th birthday (due to Dutch limits on age). It is important to realize that no priority will be given to any parent on the waiting list for reasons of age and the Dutch age limit at any point in the process.
•  Prospective adoptive parents who are not fluent in spoken and written English.
•  Prospective adoptive parents who are not prepared to stay in contact with the birth parents or birth families during the child's growing up years.

 

Departure after referral

Possibilities for foster care in the USA are very limited. This means that prospective adoptive parents have to be prepared to leave for the USA immediately and not longer than 48 hours after the match for a child is offered to them and accepted. Prospective adoptive parents who are not capable of leaving for the USA on such short notice (including weekends), are advised to choose another adoption contact.

Age of the children

It is expected that only newborns and young infants (under 6 months) will be available for adoption.

Background of the children

One basic principle of the Hague Treaty is that prospective adoptive families in the child's own country should be considered first. Children who are part or full African American heritage, who have a substantial family medical or mental health history (and resulting risk), who have been during pregnancy exposed to drugs, alcohol, medications or who have other conditions will be more likely to comprise the children available for outgoing international adoption.

During the orientation and the intake interview, the range of the backgrounds of children will be discussed with the prospective adoptive parents. The prospective adoptive parents will be asked to fill out a form of medical and mental health risks they are willing to accept. It is advised that prospective adoptive parents who are the most flexible and who are the most willing to accept a child of any heritage, and/or some degree of medical and/or mental health risk, will have a greater chance of being chosen by the birthparents.

Siblings

The adoption of siblings is rare in this procedure unless the siblings are twins; twins who are available for adoption are also rare and therefore prospective adoptive parents should not enter this process hoping or expecting for twins or siblings.

Preference for gender

It is not possible to express a preference for the gender of the child. Most birthparents prefer a family who is completely open on the gender of the child.

The costs for the adoption procedure

International adoption in the USA, generally, is a costly procedure. Fees are for professional services and are not payment for a child. All fees are non-refundable. There is no guarantee of a referral or for a placement. Though many components of the fee are fixed, some of them are not and may depend upon the circumstances of the particular case. The NAS will discuss the fee schedule with you during the intake interview. The fee schedule includes a contribution to the 'general adoption fund', please look also at our fee information on this website for further details.

General Adoption Fund US FCA

In case of placement of a newborn baby, due to pre-birth selection of the adoptive parents, while matching can take place only after birth of a child, it may happen that a birth parents reconsiders the

adoption or a mis-match happens e.g. due to medical circumstances. This applies only for babies. In this case the General adoption fund applies. The general adoption fund is managed by the NAS in full consultation with FCA and will provide a compensation to prospective adoptive parents for a part of the costs, in case of a match being withdrawn because of the above mentioned circumstances. Coverage of the fund is always depending on costs that are made and can never exceed the content of the fund. Furthermore this fund is being used for costs before the matching, when there is already pre-selected a proposed adoptive family by the birthmother, but the formal matching cannot yet be done, because the child is not yet born.

LHS student reconnects with twin brother in Ethiopia

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Amanual Abate, far right, with his Lexington family, from left: Dawit, Yordanos, Stanzie, Semhal, Jo Hannah Katz, Hebrom, Amanual.

  

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By Michael Phillis/Staff Writer
Posted Sep 03, 2010 @ 10:00 AM

Amanual Abate was on his way home from track practice last January when his adopted mother, Jo Hannah Katz, handed him what she said was a late Christmas present.

“I thought it was a stupid card or something,” said Amanual, 19, now a senior at Lexington High School.

It wasn’t a card. Katz had managed to track down a phone number, which would connect Amanual with his twin brother and some of his other siblings back in Ethiopia — siblings he had not seen or heard from in more than seven years.

During their first two-hour long conversation, Amanual and his twin brother, Adinew Belay, reminisced about their childhood in Ethiopia, each scarcely believing the person on the other end of the phone was really his brother.

“We talked about everything,” Amanual said.

Adinew had been told Amanual had died, and was shocked to learn he was alive and living in Lexington with an adopted family, having immigrated to the United States about three years ago.

Until that fateful phone call, Amanual had no real knowledge of his family. But from that point on, Amanual began doing whatever he could to help his family, sending the money he earned as a cashier at Stop & Shop to support his siblings back in Ethiopia.

 

A new home

Amanual came to the United States in January 2007 with his father, his father’s wife, and their children, but he recognizes he could easily have been the one to stay in Ethiopia, while Adinew went on to the U.S.

According to Amanual, one day his father said he was going to take one of his sons with him to Boston but not both.

“Me and my twin brother, we slept in the same bed. We bonded together,” Amanual said.

Amanual’s father wanted to figure out which of his twin sons would get along better with his wife.

“He asked people and had a meeting about who was the nicest,” said Amanual. “I was the nicest kid and he took me with him.”

Amanual said he had only three or four days to prepare for what he believed would only be a few months away from his family. Adinew followed Amanual silently as he left the house — the two did not speak again for seven years.

Upon arriving in the U.S., Amanual’s family moved around, living in Dorchester, Roxbury, and South Boston.

Amanual and his father disagreed about priorities — Amanual wanted to focus on his education and running track, but his father wanted him to come home after school and babysit. Tensions mounted and before long, it became clear Amanual would not be welcome in his home once he turned 18.

Katz, a second-grade teacher at Bridge Elementary in Lexington, got to know Amaunal through the St. Michael’s Ethiopian Orthodox Church in Boston, where she and her four adopted Ethiopian children were active.

Katz said the church was an important part of her adopted children’s lives — her son Dawit went to church three times a day when he lived in Ethiopia.

“One of the first things we did was go to an Ethiopian Orthodox church,” she said. “That became a huge network for them.”

Katz often offered Amanual rides home from church.

“He was deeply respectful,” she said. “He was always reading and would tell me about current events.”

Recognizing Amanual was in a bad situation at home, Katz invited him to spend Christmas with her family. Soon after, she met with her family to discuss the idea of adopting Amanual.

“I knew [Amanual’s] circumstances and that’s what he needed. I sat everybody down and I said, ‘What does everybody want to do?’ They all agreed adoption was the right option,” she said. “He was joining our family and he was our son, and that was it.”

 

Providing for his family

Since reconnecting with his family in Ethiopia, Amanual’s life has changed dramatically. The knowledge that his family is still alive and in need of his help has put considerable pressure on Amanual.

“I try to get over it. Mostly, I just put on my iPod,” he said. “I think a lot of things. I get very stressed ... I imagine I’m there with them.”

Amanual learned one of his 11 siblings, an older brother, had died of asthma. He also found out Adinew was suffering from yellow fever.

According to the World Health Organization, yellow fever is an acute viral disease, which causes about 30,000 deaths a year. Up to 50 percent of those severely affected by the disease die if not treated.

Adinew is one of 15 percent of patients who suffer a more acute phase of the disease. About half of these patients die within the first two weeks, but Adinew has survived.

“He tells me he is doing OK,” said Amanual. “He never wants me to be worried about him. He doesn’t want me to send him money.”

Earlier this year, Amanual’s family held a fundraiser, aided by the LHS track team, raising approximately $3,000 to help Amanual visit his family in Ethiopia.

“The money came out of nowhere,” he said. “When school was over, I thought I could spend the money for airfare and give [Adinew] treatments.”

Amanual had a list in his room where he had written all the various things he was looking forward to doing once he saw his family. Along with the list, he kept a chart to count down the days until his probable departure.

Ultimately, Amanual decided to defer the trip to next year so he could continue sending money to pay for Adinew’s medical care.

“I don’t want to go there and see them, come back, and then [have him] die because he didn’t get any treatment,” he said.

According to Amanual, the long-term prognosis of his brother, especially if his situation and living conditions do not improve, is unknown. Survival depends on the availability of medicine, good diet and living conditions. Right now, medical costs for Adinew are higher because he lives in a small residence without electricity or water.

Amanual hopes to buy his family a new house with electricity and plumbing.

Katz estimates that in addition to $150 a month for food and supplies, Amanual would need to raise about $20,000 to buy a house in Ethiopia. Katz said the house would be very modest, but still a significant step up.

“The prognosis for a longer life is better if there is a clean, safe, dry environment and better nutrition,” Katz said.

To support Amanual’s efforts, Katz and family friend Yuval Ramon are organizing a 10K charity run in Lexington on Sept. 19. Their initial fundraising goal is $5,000.

“With $5,000, it can set them up for a good year,” Katz said.

In addition to Adinew, Amanual is helping his sister, who is 17, recently married and a new mom, to finish school. The money he sends also helps three other siblings meet their basic needs.

With the weight of his family’s future on his shoulders, Amanual said he is staying focused on his goal.

“Most people here want to have fun; I don’t care much about it,” he said. “When I think about myself and my problem, I work.”

Entering his senior year at LHS, Amanual said he hopes to run track, graduate, go to community college, and then on to a four-year college to study sociology.