When Two Retarded People Procreate Is the Baby Also Retarded

Thirty-seven states yet have laws on the books that brand a disability reason plenty to terminate a person's parental rights, according to a groundbreaking investigation called "Rocking the Cradle" published past the National Council on Inability in September 2012. Photo: Julie Blackmon

The country said a xix-year-old with an intellectual disability wasn't equipped to await after her infant and whisked the newborn off to another family just after birth—a decision the female parent was ready to fight. But how smart practice y'all have to exist to raise a child?

The young woman labored in the back seat of her parents' car as it sped down the land highway toward the hospital. Information technology was the Friday subsequently Thanksgiving 2012, and already the tall trees pressing at the edges of the road were bare. Sara Gordon had felt the hard pangs before breakfast. Her babe, a girl, was built-in after dejeuner. The infant was perfect, as babies are, just Sara'due south life to this point had been anything simply. Poor, white, and single, Sara Gordon was xix years sometime at the time of her daughter's birth, living with her parents, and still in school. The baby's male parent, whom Sara prefers to telephone call "that depression-life scumbag," had denied paternity and was nowhere to be found. Non that she much cared. At that place was no affection betwixt Sara and the scumbag, no human relationship even — only sex and a pregnancy, which Sara failed to mention until her father discerned information technology at dinner one nighttime when she was most viii weeks along. She pushed a plate of lasagna away and got up from the tabular array. "She's knocked up," said Sam Gordon to his wife, Kim. "She amend not exist," said Kim in response. But she knew he was right: Lasagna had e'er been Sara'south favorite dish.

Sara wanted to be a female parent. She has a girlish attachment to Winnie-the-Pooh, and in the months leading up to her due engagement, she scoured Walmart looking for anything Pooh: socks, onesies, crib sheets. The family unit couldn't afford much, but Sara splurged on a brand-new Pooh "snappy," she says — a snuggly one-piece pajama accommodate with feet. And as her pregnancy progressed, a program took shape. Kim would quit her task as a infirmary adjutant to help tend to the child while Sara was in school. Sam, who worked in a junkyard, would provide what financial support he could.

Dana June Gordon weighed five pounds and xiii ounces at nascence, her tiny pink caput covered with white-blonde fuzz. She was named after her maternal great-grandmothers and is pseudonymous here, forth with her mother and grandparents, to guard their privacy.

From the moment Sara entered the ward that day, the Gordons felt that the hospital staff disapproved of them. Sara Gordon is not like most of the young women who give nascency at this small-town hospital. She takes piffling care of her appearance, preferring big, baggy T-shirts with wiseacre slogans ("I've stopped listening. Why haven't you stopped talking?") over wear that might flatter her more than. Her speech is flat, her enunciation imprecise, and she has a difficult fourth dimension paying attention in groups because besides much chatter whizzes past her encephalon. Sara has an intellectual disability, a condition that until 2013 was listed in the DSM as "mental retardation." Her IQ is around seventy. She can read, but information technology'southward a chore and something she bluntly prefers not to do.

So when a nurse handed her a binder, which included a feeding nautical chart, and asked her to read it, she was stymied. "I was like, What the heck?" She had already filled out the nativity document and Social Security forms herself. According to the family's version of things, Sara was awestruck and overwhelmed, as nearly new mothers are, and spent most of the first twenty-four hour period in bed, property her daughter and talking to her, counting her fingers and holding her little feet, at one point stripping her entirely bare so that she could better gaze on her daughter'southward amazing, miniature self. "Oh my God, look at this belly!" she exclaimed. Sara couldn't wait to dress her babe in the new outfits she'd bought and put Dana in the Pooh snappy straight­away — then fretted over how the baby seemed to swim in it. She also worried over the size of the nipple on the bottle she'd been given to feed her daughter. It was so big, and Dana'southward mouth was so, so small-scale. Sara asked one nurse for a dissimilar nipple and got the castor-off; simply it turned out she was right, she says, and a second nurse found her a more comfortable fit.

Visiting hours ended at viii p.m., and Sam and Kim went habitation and then everybody could get some sleep. For the get-go time, Sara was left alone with her child, and she missed a feeding considering she cannot tell time on a clock with easily. "Digital is and so much better to read," she explains to me during my second long visit with her and her family unit, nodding to the clock on their apartment wall. "That clock there? I would be off past, like, 45 minutes."

The manner the medical staff saw it, the birth of Dana Gordon was cause for business organization. At some bespeak, believing the baby'due south life was at risk, someone alerted the Massachusetts Department of Children and Families. The hospital was worried that Sara "was not able to embrace how to handle or intendance for the child due to the mother's mental retardation," according to a document published jointly by the U.S. Departments of Justice and Health and Human Services in connection with the example. In addition to having missed the feeding, Sara didn't hold the infant safely. She seemed checked out, watching cartoons, according to a DCF account, while the baby cried.

On Sunday morning, 2 investigators from DCF appeared in Sara'south room. 1 of them, a man named Scott Henderson, asked Sara a bunch of questions. Who was the baby's father? Who planned to intendance for the kid? Kim explained that Sara would be the female parent — but that, every bit the grandmother, she would help. And then Henderson asked Sara to show him that she could swaddle; she made an attempt, trying to wrap Dana snugly into a receiving coating, but "it wasn't expert enough," she remembers. "I didn't exercise it correct. He pushed me out of the way and said, 'Permit me see if I can do information technology,' kind of joking about it. And they're like, 'Oh, you can't exercise this.' Like, very negative." (DCF declined to comment on the details of the Sara Gordon case, citing continued piece of work with the DOJ on issues related to the case.)

Co-ordinate to his written report, Henderson believed that Sara could non continue her baby safe. In his presence, she forgot to burp the baby and to make clean the spit out of her mouth; she held Dana clumsily and was uncomfortable changing her diaper. These complaints might apply to whatever first-time female parent, but the state saw signs of deeper problems: "Dana needs to come into foster care at this time. In that location are concerns with Ms. Gordon's ability to run across the basic needs of a newborn child." On Commonwealth of Massachusetts letterhead, Henderson alleged there was reason to believe that Dana Gordon had, already, suffered neglect at the hands of her biological mother. The baby would leave the hospital in the care of the state. And the Gordons would go home to their apartment total of baby supplies. "Information technology was pretty bad when I had to pack information technology up and stick it in my closet and so I wouldn't see it again," Sara says. "It was like, Wow, the infant stuff. Huh — no baby."

How smart do y'all take to be to be a parent? Sara didn't walk until she was xviii months onetime. She didn't talk until she was 4. Potty-grooming was a years-long challenge: Kim can't count the number of times she was called to Sara's preschool classroom because Sara had had "an accident" — a mess no teacher wanted to touch. Now 22, she dresses herself and can continue herself make clean; she tin cook spaghetti and slice a cucumber and do her own laundry and scan a document, and though she does not drive, she tin get herself, on pes or by bike, to see her granddad for a gratis church building dinner on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. She is learning to take the motorbus. According to an assessment washed in the fall of 2014, Sara'southward performance is "borderline." She has trouble keeping runway of details — she may get "sidetracked," as her father puts information technology, on the way to the store — and with processing and communicating complex ideas. She needs aid interpreting the dosage instructions on the back of a medicine bottle, and she doesn't know how big a teaspoon is. Her mother keeps runway of her money.

The most physical assessments of Sara'southward abilities, of class, were made in school — an environment she loathed. It was an immersion experience in being judged and failing to alive upward to someone else's standards. Sara ever had an IEP (individualized education plan) that detailed the extent of her disability, assessed her learning style, and entitled her to special-educational activity services. But under constant scrutiny, Sara developed a hypersensitivity to beingness under­estimated — and an "irritation" (her give-and-take) toward anyone who presumed her incompetence. She told me — twice — almost an English language instructor who suggested she opt out of taking the Massachusetts land examination that high-school students have to pass to graduate. "I said to her, 'You lot don't think you have conviction in me, but I'm going to show you lot incorrect.' " Sara did pass the English portion of the examination, but not the science or the math, and received a "certificate" for having finished four years of high schoolhouse, just no diploma.

Simply the frustrations had begun much earlier. In pre-K, she couldn't sit still at circle time; in beginning grade, she was sent to a oral communication pathologist. She had few friends. Confronted with her own limitations and the impatience of her teachers, Sara would wind up affronted and aroused. "Like, there would be a flooring puzzle and I would do it the way I know how to do it and they would be like, 'No, no, no, you're doing information technology incorrect. Yous have to practice information technology this fashion.' And I would be like, 'I'thou doing it. Why does it thing?' " Sara remembers. "And and then they would bear witness me and I would get irritated — I would get and so mad at them. Somewhen, I would end up in a corner — "

"Which I idea was incorrect," adds her mother, in her broad New England accent. "Don't put my daughter in the corner because you can't — "

"Considering you don't take the patience to sit down and try to …" Here Sara trails off.

However infuriating Sara and her mother plant school, this educational setting represented an enormous bound forward for kids with intellectual disabilities. Until 1975, when Congress passed a law requiring all schoolhouse districts to evangelize "a complimentary appropriate" public education to disabled kids, well-nigh children like Sara wouldn't have gone to public schoolhouse at all. They might accept been kept at home and hidden away, or their parents might accept been persuaded, for the sake of the other children, to send their disabled offspring to institutions where they were sometimes shackled, beaten, or starved — treated, in other words, as if they were not quite human. (In 1967, 200,000 Americans lived in these facilities against their will.)

That Sara was in school doing puzzles tin can exist seen as a progressive victory. But while schools have (mostly) developed the capacity to teach and help the intellectually disabled inside their four walls, the same supports are non in that location outside that environment. And there is still no consensus nearly what to do with an intellectually disabled boyish who becomes sexually active. Some parents, like Kim, dream of married happiness for their disabled children, but others find peace of listen in surgeries or prescription drugs that render their kids infertile. Today's schoolchildren may exist instructed to have a respect for "difference," merely amid their parents, there is still a deep ambivalence about the propriety of people with limited intelligence to procreate — an uncomfortable echo of Oliver Wendell Holmes, who, back in 1927, in the Supreme Court conclusion affirming the right of states to sterilize the "feeble minded" without their consent, alleged that "three generations of imbeciles are enough."

And when a adult female with an intellectual disability does excogitate, she often has no condom net — peculiarly if, like Sara Gordon, she also has no means. Thirty-seven states notwithstanding have laws on the books that make a disability reason enough to terminate a person's parental rights, co-ordinate to a groundbreaking investigation called "Rocking the Cradle" published by the National Council on Disability in September 2012, two months before Dana Gordon's nativity. People with all types of disabilities study losing custody of their children with "alarming frequency," co-ordinate to the written report, and for those with intellectual disabilities, the charge per unit can exist as high as 80 percent. The knowledge question thus has a civil-rights context. It'due south not only "Tin Sara Gordon practice it?" It's as well "Should she?"

The social-science inquiry in this area is sparse and was, for nearly of the 20th century, far from elucidating. In 1978, a paper showed that "retarded young mothers" were more than decision-making and punitive with their kids than a control group; in 1984, researchers working with a very small sample of "mothers with mental retardation" establish that these women were significantly less sensitive to their children than mothers in whatever other group except for those already determined to have abused or neglected their kids. They were often interfering and intrusive while their babies played and generally nonresponsive to their children'due south cues.

But in the 1980s, a psychologist in Toronto named Maurice Feldman began to report the mothering capabilities of these women in hostage, trying both to locate and to remediate their gaps in functioning. And he found that while nigh of the intellectually disabled mothers he studied failed to meet a minimum standard of intendance when endeavoring to accomplish parenting's about basic tasks—treating diaper rash, cleaning baby bottles, and providing regular, nutritious meals — with the right kind of intervention, they could too succeed. By breaking downward ordinary chores into step-past-step lists and then walking parents through the steps, again and again, Feldman found that he could heighten a parent'south competency to an adequate level. He was even able to teach more than nuanced skills, like praising, hugging, and talking to their young kids, which were long believed to be more difficult for them, since one of the signs of intellectual inability is a limited capacity for empathy.

That all a kid needs is love seems, at first, irrefutable. Merely parse the meaning and the substance looks less clear. There is feral parental beloved, the kind that propels parents to leap in front of delinquent taxis to protect their kin — or imagine, frightfully, that they might exist called upon to do so. There is pride and awe at having fabricated something, someone, miraculously and out of your own body. And then the way that bond yields, in part and over time, to enchantment at the child'south irreducible otherness. There is perspective. At that place is counsel. There is empathy, and sympathy, and compassion. There is advice, doled out in ways that require mental acrobatics and endurance and emotional stamina. There is safeguarding. There is scheduling. At that place is the duty felt to provide, and then the provision itself — the execution over exhausting years of a one thousand thousand quotidian chores, many of which require cognition and some of which don't. Which is why the instance of Sara Gordon poses such an excruciating dilemma. Parenting demands so many different kinds of ability that nigh of us get-go, at least, with some kind of arrears. Just how much deficit is also much? At what point do a mother'south limitations disqualify her from being a mother?

The chore of children'south services is to respond these questions, and equally any child-welfare worker will tell y'all, they're damned if they practice and damned if they don't. The wrong decision tin can accept disastrous furnishings. In 2012, a female parent with "mild mental retardation" in Florida was convicted of murder later on her babe died of starvation; she couldn't follow the directions on the powdered-formula can, her lawyer said. That same yr, a baby drowned in the bathtub while his babysitter, who had an IQ of 65, lost track of time checking Facebook. Even Feldman, who believes that near women with intellectual disabilities can become skilful-plenty mothers, refuses to say for sure. When he makes a clinical cess in a custody proceeding, he always says, "Information technology depends."

Two days subsequently Dana was put into foster care, a gauge agreed with DCF that the child was at risk, and the Gordon family was launched into the strange legal universe in which a single interventionist act becomes the footing for years of begrudging litigation, in which an aggrieved female parent becomes an unwilling defendant and the state's social workers are recast equally police. Dana and her mother were each given separate lawyers, paid for by the state. Sara's attorney, a leftist named Mark Watkins with a addiction of smoking paw-rolled cigarettes, was determined to assistance Sara regain custody. Dana's lawyer, Jeannie Rhinehart, a young African-American woman raised in Boston, saw her responsibility differently: She had to make up one's mind where Dana, an infant, would want to live if she could limited her preferences. As she put information technology to me, "If the child could make a reasonable judgment, what would information technology be?"

When Dana Gordon was 11 days onetime, DCF took her out of a temporary foster home and placed her in the care of Jenny and Daniel Fox, a centre-aged couple who live in a tidy i-story house about an hour from the Gordons' apartment, also deep in the Massachusetts woods. They are Mennonites. They have a livestock shed and a seated mower in their driveway. On the day I met her, Jenny was wearing a blueish cotton dress down to her ankles, a starched white cap on her blonde-gray pilus, and a imperial fleece buttoned upwards confronting the chill. Her husband works in a woodworking shop that also employs others in their small religious community. "I love children," Jenny Fox told me, "and I haven't been able to have biological children of my own." When Dana entered their lives, the Foxes had already raised two boys they'd adopted, now nigh grown, and were fostering a i-year-old who was a paternal one-half-blood brother to the newborn Dana. (The father had relinquished paternity in this case, equally he did with Dana.) Just the Foxes had always yearned for a girl. Dana was, quite literally, the answer to their prayers. "It was a dream," Jenny Flim-flam said.

Picture-book foster families do exist, but foster care is frequently baleful. Kally Walsh, Kim Gordon's chaser, believes the problems of children's services are amongst the human-rights outrages of our fourth dimension — "the new innocence projection," she says. Massive, longitudinal studies accept recently shown that kids, specially older ones, practise meliorate over the long term (less likely to wind up significant as teenagers, to be addicted to drugs, to land in prison) living with their ain kin, even if those families are broken, chaotic, or neglectful. In the best of all possible worlds, "substitute care," as the state euphemistically calls it, functions equally a fourth dimension-out in a family'south life, a take chances for parents to reorganize so their kids can safely come home. To that stop, the land articulates a set of tasks and goals, chosen a "service plan," that the parent must run into to better the agency'southward concerns and achieve family unit "reunification." A drug user might need to enter rehab; a batterer might have to go to acrimony-direction sessions.

The country's terms initially allowed Sara to see Dana for one hr, once a week, and she made a point of showing upwardly on time, with her female parent, bearing food, diapers, changes of apparel, and toys. Sara understood that to get Dana back, she had ameliorate do as she was told. "The social worker was like, 'You accept to do this and this and this and this,' " Sara remembers, "and I was like, 'Yeah.' " Then she checked DCF'south boxes: She attended private therapy and parenting classes and skillful diapering on infant dolls. She stayed in school. On her own initiative, she took and passed a CPR course.

Sara'southward visits with Dana usually took identify at one of the offices of Valuing Our Children, a local nonprofit that provides services — playgroups, secondhand-wear exchanges, fathers' and grandparents' groups — to help their clients be amend parents. There are three playrooms there stocked with toys and dolls, a irresolute tabular array, and a kitchenette. A DCF social worker was e'er present during the visits, and she continued to record the bureau'south concerns almost Sara's competence. (At get-go, Kim was non allowed to help Sara at all; later, she was permitted to do then for ten minutes.)

In the get-go few months, Sara'southward bear upon was "blank," remembers Jenny Fox. Several times, her social workers reported, Sara walked away from the squirming infant on the irresolute tabular array. Other times, as Dana was learning to roll over, Sara permit her bump her caput. During the babe's first yr, Sara "has not always handled Dana safely," DCF wrote in a status report, nor did she seem cognizant of the baby's schedule. She didn't enquire the foster parents about recent feedings. It frequently took Sara more than xv minutes to change Dana's diaper, and twice, when Dana was crying, Sara could non manage to console her. Both times, afterward the baby cried nonstop for about 20 minutes, DCF terminated the visit. And in June 2013, when Dana Gordon was only 7 months old, DCF staff held an internal meeting and moved to change their stated goal from reunification to the termination of parental rights, setting into movement the mechanism that would sever whatever legal claim Sara Gordon had to her daughter. Dana would be meliorate off, they idea, living permanently with the Foxes.

Children'south services can't unilaterally decide who is and isn't entitled to be a parent — a court has to affirm the decision, judging both the fettle of parents and weighing "the best interests of the child," a murky legal standard. A secure bond with a caregiver, especially in infancy, is crucial to healthy development, and the disruption of a secure bond is almost always traumatic. In this mode, the early on intervention in the example of Sara Gordon came to seem doubly unfair: Children'due south services took the baby without giving Sara a reasonable risk to prove herself as a mother, and in doing and so it impeded the development of the mother-kid bond.

Jenny Play tricks meets one definition of "mother" — a solo operator, a keeper of details, the family's representative to the earth, a resource for her children during squabbles with friends and struggles at schoolhouse. Jenny cooks and cleans and shops and remembers scheduled doctor's appointments, ferrying the kids back and along to church and schoolhouse. She knows shoe sizes and emergency phone numbers and the names of teachers and favorite foods, and when she disciplines her children, she speaks to them quietly, gently, well-nigh in a whisper. Jenny dressed the infant girl in her intendance in the long dresses of her faith; she was delighted to sew them herself.

But Sara sees a mother every bit something else: a member of a clan, a blood tie. Sara loves to describe Dana as her "mini-me." The kid looks as she did at the aforementioned age. Dana is rambunctious and willful and playful similar she is, so Sara and her female parent fretted that she might accept inherited her vulnerabilities, besides: lactose intolerance, a short attention span, delayed spoken language and gross motor skills. The Gordons say they implored DCF to require Jenny to take Dana to pediatricians familiar with Sara's medical history, but the bureau refused, maxim the Foxes lived too far away. And the Gordons had their ain concerns about the Foxes' care: Once — Kim showed me a photo — Dana showed up to a visit with a black eye. Twice, she had burns on her fingers and arms.

That Dana'south own grandparents wanted to treat her, and that they had made physical arrangements exercise to then, has e'er been a contentious fact in the case. Was the family's plan, laid dorsum in the summer of 2012, an admission of Sara's incapacity? Or was it a signal that the Gordon family understood, as and so many families do, that parenting is a collective enterprise at center?

Kim Gordon remembers asking Scott Henderson to leave the baby with her in the hospital that November day. In light of DCF'southward reservations about Sara, weren't the baby's own grand­parents the next best matter? Usually, yes, but in this case Henderson said no. And the agency had reason, other than Sara'south apparent incompetence, to be concerned about leaving Dana with Sam and Kim. In the tardily 1990s, Sam and Kim Gordon had had their own run-in with DCF. Their three children, including Sara, were removed from their home while Sam, an alcoholic prone to unpredictable disappearances and tearing rages, entered rehab and sobered up. (He says he has been sober always since, for 18 years.) DCF also believed that Sara had been sexually abused, although Marker Watkins (who was Sam's lawyer at the time) says the land'south practiced found the evidence "inconclusive," and Sam and Kim say it never happened. Kim remembers that 24-hour interval equally a traumatic invasion, beingness blocked into a corner by four cops while Sara, and so 4, was taken from the apartment. And though everyone in the family carries a retrospective horror of that period, which lasted well-nigh nine months, they also agree that Sam'due south sobriety has been an immeasurable improvement. DCF "made my dad a x times better person," Sara says. Yet, a mutual, historic suspicion colored every interaction between the Gordons and the agency, a tension that on the Gordons' part was amplified by paranoia, powerlessness, and recollections of fear.

Then DCF changed its goal for Dana to adoption. "That's when I said, 'I've had enough,' " Kim remembers. Over the family'due south adamant objections, DCF had reduced Sara'south visits to twice a month and connected to catalogue her deficits: She let the infant asphyxiate on Goldfish crackers; she didn't hold on to her as she went downwardly the playground slide; she didn't grab her as she ran toward the street — fifty-fifty though the toddler was less than an arm'southward length away. The Gordons had been keeping their ain listing, and Kim, who is particular-oriented, began flagging every instance when a social worker failed to keep an appointment and notifying DCF, in writing, every time Dana showed up to a visit with a bump or a bruise. Jenny Fox told DCF that Dana was an agile child, always climbing; the bumps and scrapes, she said, were the usual badges of toddlerhood. But the burns, she explained, were something else. The families in their community used woodstoves, and Dana had gotten too shut.

Sara hated that her daughter was being taught to say 'Mama' by another woman, and she hated that she was being raised every bit a Mennonite. The family unit values she hoped to teach her kid, she told me, were broader than that, more like, "Who cares, as long as nosotros get along? Yous treat me with respect, and I'll treat y'all with respect.' "

Dana's vesture became a item battleground — "a stuck result," as a DCF social worker put information technology in one assessment of the case. The child would testify up to visits wearing her long dresses with tiny buttonholes, and Sara would immediately undress her, putting her in outfits that constrained her less — in the summer, little matching tops with shorts. And frequently Sara would return the girl to the foster dwelling house in the clothing she chose every bit a way of asserting her imprint on the daughter. "The longer we got into information technology, the more we could feel that they wanted her as much as nosotros wanted her," Jenny Fox remembers.

The Gordons believed that DCF was handling Sara's case as her teachers had — punting on their ostensible goal, reunification, because they didn't want to deal with Sara's problems. Sara speaks particularly bitterly about her first social worker, who would stand up aside and lookout as she tried to feed, soothe, and diaper Dana during visits, timing her and taking notes on her telephone but offering no encouragement. "I needed more than time. I can't larn in five minutes. It just doesn't fit in my book," she tells me.

"They judge even before they read the book," she continues. "Instead of reading the beginning, they become straight to the end. And they always approximate people by what they think they are instead of what they legit are. Like, they're similar, 'Oh, she'due south mental, she'south stupid, she's this, she's that.' They e'er judge a book past its cover fifty-fifty if it'south not even the right volume. It could exist a fairy-tale volume and they'd starting time at the cease."

In the leap of 2014, Sara Gordon filed a discrimination complaint against DCF with the U.South. Section of Justice. In filing her merits, Sara got communication and support from a lot of people, but the person who helped her the most was, probably, a 61-yr-quondam wheelchair user named Kelly Buckland, whom she does not know and with whom she has little in common. In 1970, Buckland, an Idaho farm boy, dove off a boat dock into shallow water and broke his neck. At 16 years old, he became a quadriplegic. He didn't similar to think of himself as disabled — he wanted to alive, as much every bit possible, equally he had before his accident — and he was shocked when he entered Boise State University in 1974 and was told he would be residing amid the elderly and the infirm in a nursing domicile. "How exercise you have someone back to your place if you're in a nursing home?" he asked me. "It's a piffling tough."

Buckland had his accident merely as a broad disability-rights move was taking shape, a coalition of interest groups insisting that the duty of government and other public institutions was not to segregate them only to accommodate their detail needs. The Independent Living Motion started with things like wheelchair ramps and Braille elevator buttons and culminated, finally, with the passage of the Americans With Disabilities Act, a sweeping federal law signed by President George H.W. Bush in 1990 that granted to disabled people equality in employment and bounty, public housing and schooling, and admission to public buildings and transportation. Though not a particularly vocal or organized coalition, the intellectually disabled were explicitly included among the beneficiaries of this police force; there accept been, historically, divisions and hierarchies among these groups, but as the framers of the ADA saw it, the intellectually disabled had more in common with other disabled people owing to their shared experience of discrimination than they had differences.

Parenting was the adjacent borderland. Equally Buckland traveled Idaho during the 1990s, he heard the same complaint again and once again: that children were being taken away from disabled people. Buckland was childless at the time, but he knew discrimination when he saw it, and when he looked at the family-courtroom statutes, he saw that a "handicap" was sufficient cause to remove a child from his or her dwelling or to favor an abled parent over a disabled 1 in a custody suit. Moreover, those laws independent "horrible language," Buckland remembers, "like 'cripples' and 'retarded' and what would now exist considered incredibly offensive language." Buckland believed that these family unit-courtroom laws violated the spirit of the ADA, and in 1996, he and a small team of colleagues set about rewriting them.

Today, Buckland is the executive managing director of the National Quango on Independent Living in Washington, D.C. "I really wanted to exercise something nationally," he told me. "This is the nearly central of human rights: the power to reproduce and heighten your children." Information technology'southward not that all disabled people brand adept parents, Buckland told me, information technology'south that their parenting should exist assessed on the claim and not on the footing of their disability. The beginning thing he did upon arriving in Washington was to urge the National Council on Disability, which advises the government on policy, to produce the "Rocking the Cradle" report. An NCD lawyer named Robyn Powell, too a wheelchair user, embraced the job with an most ecstatic enthusiasm. "You take no idea," she told me, "how many doctors have offered me a hysterectomy without being asked. And when I tell them I plan to accept children, their jaw drops to the floor."

It was Powell, in fact, who alerted the Department of Justice to the Sara Gordon case. In June 2014, she was giving a talk in Northampton, Massachusetts, when Shirley Mitchell and Bette Jenks, social workers and advocates for Sara Gordon from Valuing Our Children, approached her and told her Sara's story. They were desperate and asked for her help.

Powell picked upwardly the phone. "I reached out to the people I was working with over at Justice. I said, 'I know you lot're looking for stories,' and I told them near Sara. And they said, 'Oh my goodness.' "

If social workers from children'southward services entered your home to assess the capability of your parenting, what would they see? The parent face up you post on Instagram? Or a person who'south mayhap sometimes also impatient or absent-minded or preoccupied with work, who's prone to sulking, nagging, yelling, or drinking a tertiary glass of vino? They would wait at your physical and mental wellness; your employment history; your relationships; the cleanliness of your dwelling and the food in your fridge; the health of the other children in your care. They would also assess your financial resources, since chronic affliction and addiction and domestic abuse can be exacerbated by poverty. They would brand judgments about all these things, perchance especially poverty ("If you're filthy rich, they don't accept your kids," is how Sara puts it). But if they were doing their task right, they would look also at your "adaptive" abilities. As a parent, how do yous compensate for your weaknesses?

In this fashion, Sara Gordon is extraordinary. People with intellectual disabilities tend to suffer from an overwhelming isolation, which can impede their parenting more than than the disability itself. They have no one to inquire, or don't desire to ask, about teething and toilet preparation and the politics of birthday parties. Long years as the object of "retard" jokes brand the admission of uncertainties feel threatening, unsafe. But Sara is dissimilar. She is able, far more than virtually intellectually disabled people — maybe more than than nearly people — to acknowledge what she doesn't know and to enlist the correct kind of help. As she told me during the beginning of 2 long visits I fabricated to see her and her family, "I know I learn unlike. And that's what makes me me. If I didn't take a disability, I probably wouldn't human action the aforementioned way."

When I initially met Sara, at her lawyer'due south business firm, in the visitor of her parents, she seemed to me not and then much disabled every bit immature. At 22, she is mannerly, rebellious, tough, sarcastic, good-natured, dramatic, impatient, obsessed with fairness. In larger groups, she is shy. Every bit she was battling for her child, she was able to environment herself with a small regular army of surrogates, advocates, and fans — lawyers, social workers, educators, state legislators, even certain employees of DCF — who found her compelling and who admired her persistence, what might once have been called Sara's moxie.

In talking about her life, Sara often dwells on her unhappiness at school. She describes herself as a former drama queen, who in one case thrived on disharmonize every bit a way of deflecting notice from her deficiencies. Together, Sara and her mother provided me with a litany of Sara'due south trespasses: She hit a kid who chosen her a "cunt," she swore at a instructor, she crushed someone's jail cell telephone; she was sent to the corner or into the hall or Kim had to come get her from school. I used the word defiant, and Sara corrected me. "I wouldn't say defiant. I just didn't like a lot of people," she said decisively. "I'chiliad withal the same fashion. If I got to know you a little bit, that would be a different story because it would be, like, 'Oh, it'southward just you lot.' I'd joke around with you. But there were certain people who were like, 'Oh, I'grand better than you.' I didn't like their mental attitude, looking down on you. 'I have more than money than yous.' 'Oh, look, you're wearing Walmart shoes. I have Bob's.' It'due south like, who cares? They're shoes." Sara used to get her back up a lot, but the birth of her daughter was reorienting, she told me. She learned to channel her anger in a productive way.

One day in the spring of 2014, a contact at DCF suggested to Shirley Mitchell that Sara might want to make some dissonance, to try to describe the attending of prominent lawmakers or prosecutors to her example, and on May 20, Sara Gordon sent the first of thirteen emails into the ether. The discipline line: "Please Help Me Get My Daughter Back." Sara did have some help from Shirley Mitchell typing these notes, but they are personal, they audio similar her, and they are powerful. "Dana was stolen from me," Sara wrote. "I desire my daughter Dana to live with my parents and me. I have a right to enhance my daughter … I have done cypher wrong. I accept never hurt her. I desire her prophylactic."

These emails continued through the winter, the list of recipients ballooning from 16 to 45 to 52. They came to include the Massachusetts child advocate; the governor; Robyn Powell; and, somewhen, staffers at the DOJ and HHS. In August, lawyers from the DOJ and HHS arrived in rural Massachusetts and began driving around and asking a lot of questions. Through email, Sara kept the heat on. "I need to remind you that my daughter Dana June Gordon was STOLEN from me," Sara wrote in September. "Every person has a correct to parent. It doesn't matter most their learning disability. Even if they have ii broken arms you lot should be able to parent."

The "foster care review" coming together that Nov was a turning point. All the parties in the case, almost a dozen people, were assembled effectually a conference table in a dim room in a municipal building for a regular status update. The mood was tense, and Sara and Kim were feeling ignored and disrespected. "I got so fed up toward the end," Sara told me. "That's when I started speaking. I got tired of hearing: 'She'southward a bad mother.' 'She can't take care of her child.' 'She shouldn't have any more children.' "

"How would you feel?" she began. She talked most how it felt to run into her own kid, to whom she'd given birth, just twice a month for an hour, to have no say over her life or her hereafter, and to be on the brink of losing her for good. "I forget how I worded it, but I was similar, 'What did I do to deserve my kid existence taken away? I did nothing wrong.' " Sara remembers. "And they all only paused for I'd say probably similar five minutes. It was quiet in that room. Serenity."

The presiding reviewer recommended that DCF reverse its grade. "Adoption is no longer the nigh appropriate permanency plan," she wrote. It was obvious: Sara wanted the child. She lived with her parents, who were willing, and able, to help. In lite of these facts, the reviewer suggested that Sam and Kim become Dana'south legal guardians, allowing "their disabled daughter to play a role." I observer dissented, noting how bonded Dana seemed to exist, at well-nigh two, with the Foxes.

And in January 2015, DOJ and HHS issued a letter of the alphabet finding the Massachusetts Department of Children and Families had committed "extensive, ongoing violations" of the Americans With Disabilities Deed in the case of Sara Gordon. "DCF acted based on Ms. Gordon's disability as well as on DCF's discriminatory assumptions and stereotypes about her disability," it said. The letter said nothing about adequate parents or optimal outcomes or a 2-year-onetime's best interests. It merely said that in its dealings with Sara Gordon, DCF made assumptions about Sara'southward power, that it did not take into account her strong support network, and that it consistently failed to accommodate her disability to help her live every bit much every bit possible like everyone else.

D ana Gordon was reunited with her biological mother in a courthouse in Greenfield, Massachusetts, on Monday, March 9, 2015. Judge Judith Phillips had granted guardianship of the child to Kim Gordon, the child'due south grandmother, the previous Friday, and the Foxes had been given the weekend to say good-good day. Jenny Fox's eyes well up when she recalls that moment — the suddenness of the reversal after being mother to the child for two full years. "Every bit you lot tin see, I'm a laic in God, and sometimes the only answer is that God knows the bigger motion-picture show and he knows what'southward best for her and us in means we cannot sympathize." Only when she comes across one of Dana'due south tiny dresses, which she didn't include among Dana's other things when she packed her upward to leave, she withal breaks down.

 The Gordons describe the twenty minutes they waited in the courthouse for Dana equally the almost agonizing of their lives. Kim screamed when she heard about the DOJ letter and started jumping around the apartment and crying like a child. "We won! Oh my God!" she remembers. "We won!" But for Sara, the reality took longer to sink in, and information technology wasn't until she was in the courthouse waiting room, with her mother and her begetter and an empty motorcar seat, that she began to feel like it was happening. "I was like, 'Oh my God, she's actually coming abode.' They're non going to come and become her," she says. "And so information technology hit." The Gordons could hear Dana crying behind a door.

Finally, someone walked into the room property her daughter, Sara remembers. "And the minute she saw me, she was similar, 'Oh my God, I get to become home.' "

"And out come the arms," adds Kim.

And then Dana said "Mama." The Gordon family grabbed their stuff, including a few sacks of Dana'due south belongings. And then all four of them booked out of the courthouse as fast as they could, before anyone with any power had a gamble to modify their mind.

Chinese-takeout containers are spread all over the living-room floor in the Gordon-family apartment: beefiness with snowfall peas, egg rolls, a craven dish. The apartment itself is tidy and small, but the piece of furniture is grimy and ancient. In that location'south a dining tabular array, but no one always seems to want to eat in that location, Kim tells me with a little express mirth. It's plates and laps and sitting on the grubby rug in front of a TV fix, which is off.

Sara brings silverware and cups for soda, while Dana whizzes around like a dervish. She, the child, is the center of everything. "More than rice!" she says. Sam frets about spills and Kim tries to moves containers out of Dana'due south path, while Dana tries to help herself to beef.

"Mom," says Sara, "she likes anything that has to practice with peas!" Sara herself is a pea lover.

"More!" says Dana, reaching for the spoon, but Sara cuts her off.

"Dana, you lot don't eat that much." What Dana wants — it'due south Sam who perceives this — is not the food but the serving spoon. Likewise, she wants the plastic bag the food arrived in, so she can toss information technology in the air and watch information technology float back down. Her grandmother, looking up from her plate, sees the game and begins to bat the handbag up and then that Dana can catch it. But Sara disapproves. "Stop encouraging it," she says, grumpily. Kim looks at me as if she's been busted.

Eventually, inevitably, at that place's a pile of beef and peas on the living-room rug. No one jumps upwards and scurries off for cleaning supplies, and no one scolds or raises a voice. "We take a dustpan," Sara says, without moving. "Makes information technology easier."

"Accidents happen," Kim joins in.

"She's just a baby," I find.

"She's not a baby," Sara points out accurately.

"She'southward nonetheless a infant," Kim responds, correcting her. "You're still my baby."

In fact, it'due south late fall, and Dana's 3rd birthday is a few weeks abroad, the first ane they volition gloat together. Sara has a fantasy party in her head, a Pooh-Conduct extravaganza with a Winnie-the-Pooh cake, and wrapping paper, and a bouncy house. They tin't afford a huge matter, just in Sara's imagination, it'south a blowout. And merely as Sara begins to describe the altogether party of her dreams, Dana comes hurtling across the living-room rug and throws herself at her mother's trunk, flinging her artillery around her neck. "Ow!" says Sara, in surprise, every bit if she doesn't quite know what to practice or say.

"What makes a good mother?" I ask later, while Sara'southward own mother busies herself in the kitchen, putting the dishes away. Sara pauses for a minute to recollect. "Courage," she answers. "Patience. Not killing your child. Nah — I'm just kidding on that 1."

*This commodity appears in the Jan 25, 2016 issue of New York Mag.

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