My mother tells me that when she was a little girl in Catholic school, they used to have penny drives to collect money so they could “save the pagan babies.” Now, instead of sending them our pennies, we send them our insane-but-well-meaning rescuers to bring them back to live the Best. Possible. Life. In the U.S. Because there’s no way anyone can have a good life if they don’t live in the U.S.
I’m not saying all international adopters are like that – hell, I may yet be an international adopter one day – but you can’t deny the loud existence of the “rescue a child” adopters.
That “save the pagan babies” thing cracks me up, though, because I bet the little girl my mother was never imagined that her own grandchildren -adopted or biological – would be Pagan babies.