Evil
Quite right.
My father, who escaped from Hungary, told me how when he and his brother were very young their dad had to serve in the war. Well, my grandmother had died in childbirth a few years earlier, so since the two boys would have no parent around the “State” took them and placed them in the home of ordinary citizens. The “adoptive parents” were TOLD that they must care for such children.
Basically, you have X number of rooms? X number of children of your own? You can fit a couple more!
After being there a short time, my uncle was removed by the State and placed in a different town. My father was told that it was so that children did not become too dependent (close) on their own siblings because they would need to get along with strangers if they were moved to other families.
Years later my grandfather, having survived the fighting, managed to find them both and bring the family together for a short time. My father had to go into mandatory service at the age of fourteen. That meant the coal mines. The stories are just riveting.