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You know, sometimes life, with biological parents who love but have limits, means loss, as reported over and over by my gay/lesbian friends whose parents did/do not support them, cannot accept them and do not recognize who they are or their partners existence. Sometimes life means loss in many many forms. I don't for a moment deny the significance of race but also just as strongly respect a basic personality of a child, a creativity and an individuality, which I believe is more relevant than race.

I think much greater loss is a creative, open and curious child being raised in a stiffling, narrow minded and judgmental household or a happy and optimistic child being raised in a negative and overly pessimistic one. And my list goes on and on.