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Enter the Dragon — fly
Part 2 —You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know
This is a continuation of Beware The Dining Needle.
It is born a killing machine and a top environmental predator. It is also a linguistic legend for those born in certain sections of Brooklyn, New York.
Enter the dragonfly.
(Insert an Asian gong sound in your head).
This insect has made me rethink almost everything I know about people and how they learn and change. It has been a forty-year journey of discovering how lore turns into reality.
This well-identified insect was grossly mispronounced “dining needle” by my parents, friends, extended family, and acquaintances. That stunning ridiculous misnomer was then passed down to me.
Can a young man surrounded by people who garbled this name for decades ever hope to verbally transform “dining needle” into “dragonfly”? Can a neighborhood misrepresentation of a deadly, human-seeking stinger ever be corrected? Does stupidity ever skip a generation?
How does a person break from a neighborhood steeped in fantasy to fact?
Looking back, I was the victim of a homogenous group of people that all shaped an incorrect point of view. My native language of “Brooklish”, a combination of English…
