Contrary to Night, Theresa Cameron had to battle her traumas alone. Her first foster home (and potentially her best one), was ripped from her at a tender age because of the politics of Catholic Charities placing a foster child in a non-Catholic home. I wish I could say her foster journey goes up from there, but the system, much as it does today, failed her, allowing her to be adoptable when her chance of adoption was slim to none, especially for a black girl growing up in the 60s.
While the first two parts were good, I felt they dragged a bit; I truly, though, was captivated by part three, which chronicled Theresa’s experience in a group home and further displacement until she aged out of the system. The system ultimately failed her most in not giving her a reliable adult to depend on, and when she was forced into displacement again, she commented, “I studied as much as I could, but my concentration level was almost nonexistent. Having this rug pulled out from under me fortified me with the belief that I should never get too attached to anyone or anything. Not even the Catholic Church could provide me with security” (261).
Without even one solid adult in her life, Theresa was left alone. Honestly, it is surprising that she has grown to have what can only be seen as a successful adulthood. She talks further about her journey on 299: “...I thought about the many forced moved I had made. By the early 1970s, changes from the civil rights movement started to filter through the United States. More schools, government agencies, and businesses had adopted affirmative action and other anti-discrimination policies. Admittedly, they were often hard to enforce but at least they had become the law in many places. I thought it was odd that social services agencies almost always refused to permit black children to live with white families when white-owned businesses were legally banned from discriminating against minorities. The policy may have served the interests of the adults who enforced it, but it often deprived black children the chance to find stability. I had no trouble identifying with my racial background. I was a black teenager fed up with the nomadic existence known as foster care.”
This story is important. It is important because it highlights a discrimination that I am sure few, even SJWs, are aware happened in history. It is important because it shows the immense need for “good” foster families and role models for our youth. (Cameron, herself, admits she tries to pseudo-represent this role with the book, as she noted she wrote it to help other foster children.) It is important because while the system is “better,” per se, we still have a long way to go. I picked up Cameron’s story on a whim (thanks, Half Priced Books), and I am glad I did, for it gives an intelligent interpretation of one girl’s journey of growing up in a system that puts you at a disadvantage, when society also discriminated against you.