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Monday, June 2, 2008

My Relationship to Culture of Power

Culture of Power

I apologize that my blogs aren't always on time, but I work most days right after class to 9 at night.

The culture of power relates to me in a few ways. When I was born, not only the fact that both my parents were very young but they both decided to do regretful things; drugs, alcohol, and had many other problems such as not having a job. Because of these problems they coundn't and didn't know how to take care of me so I was placed in a foster home. I don't know if it's true but I like to think, my mom decided that it wasn't fair to me and thought I needed a good life and not become what she was so whether or no she wanted to she put me up for adoption. I had many foster siblings. Some where white and others where colored but because I was white I was adopted before and faster than my Hispanic foster sister. And that was my culture of power that I didn't know about but it was there. Another reason why I have culture of power is becuase I was raised by a mother who graduated from college. She has 9 brothers and sisters who also graduated from college and 3 who went to college for at least one year. My family has money, so I'm able to get things I want and not just want I need. I went to a catholic elementary school and a catholic high school so I feel that I got the best education I could possilbe get, more so than if I wasn't adopted. A short story I have that didn't give me culture of power was when I was in the process of being adopted and because I came from a poor family I was poor and the state put my under medicad. I was not able to be put under my adopted moms medical plan yet becuase the adoption wasn't final. One night right before bed, I was sitting on the edge of the sink, and I don't remember what happened, but I fell and hit my head. It split open and I had to get stitches. Becuase I was poor and under medicad the hospital would take care of me but it would take longer and they would question child abuse rather than just an accident, so my mom decided to go to a local walk in.

1 comments:

Dr. Lesley Bogad said...

YOu have such an interesting story, Jess. I think your first example about being adopted before your foster sister who is Hispanic really makes a powerful point.