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PREFACE
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he first time I set foot in Guatemala was December 2007. My sister and I were visited the country as tourists, wandering to theusual places of interest: the teeming markets of Chichicastenango, Antigua’s famous cathedral, the beautiful National Palace. At thetrip’s end, we waited for our flight home in Guatemala City’s gleam-ing, modern airport, surrounded by over a dozen American couples.Each pair was leaving the country with a Guatemalan child. As a photojournalist, I found the image arresting. Back in New York, I began skimming through press clippings about adoption, try-ing to find a compelling story angle that would enable me to returnto Guatemala to photograph an adoption story. I imagined a human-interest piece touching on cultural blending, or the love and generos-ity that seemed intrinsic to adoption.Instead, the news articles I found were anything but uplifting.Many were downright shocking. In June 2000, nearly a decade ear-lier, the
Miami Herald
had reported that Guatemala was “the fourth-largest exporter of children in the world, a ranking sustained by oftenruthless means.” The piece noted, “Child robbery is extraordinarily commonplace here” and described the experience of a young, poorly educated woman from the countryside who had been tricked intogiving her baby up for adoption after a C-section. A year later, in2001, the
Los Angeles Times
published a substantial feature by JuanitaDarling entitled “Little Bundles of Cash,” which said Guatemalanchildren “have become a major export. . . . There is growing evidencethat the profits and demand for babies have become high enoughto foster child-trafficking rings.” Darling mentioned that the ringsrelied on various kinds of intimidation and financial incentives toinduce impoverished women to give up their children. “Law enforce-ment officials believe that demand has become so intense,” she wrote,“that some traffickers are stealing babies from their mothers.”Certainly, I thought, trafficking and kidnapping problemsfrom almost a decade earlier would be cleaned up by now. But as I