In this provocative examination of the fall of the profession of social work from its original mission to aid and serve the underprivileged, Harry Specht and Mark Courtney show how America's excessive trust in individualistic solutions to social problems have led to the abandonment of the poor in this country. A large proportion of all certified social workers today have left the social services to enter private practice, thereby turning to the middle class -- those who can afford psychotherapy -- and away from the poor. As Specht and Courtney persuasively demonstrate, if social work continues to drift in this direction there is good reason to expect that the profession will be entirely engulfed by psychotherapy within the next twenty years, leaving a huge gap in the provision of social services traditionally filled by social workers. The authors examine the waste of public funds this trend occasions, as social workers educated with public money abandon community service in increasing numbers.
More than two million child abuse reports are filed annually on behalf of children in the United States. Each of the reported children becomes a concern, at least temporarily, of the professional who files the report, and each family is assessed by additional professionals. A substantial number of children in these families will subsequently enter foster care. Until now, the relationships between the performance of our child welfare system and the growth and outcomes of foster care have not been understood. In an effort to clarify them, Barth and his colleagues have synthesized the results of their longitudinal study in California of the paths taken by children after the initial abuse report: foster care, a return to their homes, or placement for adoption. Because of the outcomes of child welfare services in California have national significance, this is far more than a regional study. It provides a comprehensive picture of children's experiences in the child welfare system and a gauge of the effectiveness of that system. The policy implications of the California study have bearing on major federal and state initiatives to prevent child abuse and reduce unnecessary foster and group home care.
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My name is James Edwards. The story you are about to read is mine. Let me start at the beginning and give you a little background before you proceed. I was married for nearly half a century to Marybeth, the sunshine in my otherwise dull life. I lost Marybeth to cancer a few years back. We had no children. I've sold my house to my neighbor, and friend, and decided to take the European vacation that Marybeth and I always talked about, but never happened. I have no need for a large home anymore, now that I've retired. When packing the few personal belongings I decided to keep, I came across my old Air Force uniforms, and a few other items I could not force myself to give up. Among them was an old photograph of myself and a young woman I knew, and dated, during the war, World War II, that is. Her name was Joann Dennison, and she lived in London. Since I would be stopping in London for a short time, I decided to look for Joann.. London was on my agenda of places to visit anyhow, and since I would be traveling alone, it might make the trip more interesting. I had no idea of the characters I would be meeting during the coming weeks. Had I known, I might have had second thoughts about the trip. As it happened though, I experienced love and hate, pettiness and pride, and an adventure I never dreamed possible. I hope you decide to come along on my little adventure. I'm sure you'll experience the same emotions should you decide to join me. You might speculate about the outcome of my little narrative, but I truly doubt you'll guess the ending correctly.Enjoy the story.
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