There’s a freakin’ scorpion in my tub.
The book Animal Speak, by Ted Andrews, says that a scorpion symbolically represents a need for “defense and self-protection”. Sh*t we’re screwed.
Fabulous. A super swell omen for one of a few people of color at World 
Changers 2008 – a course on…racism…in Texas…off a dark gravel road..in Texas. Did I mention we were in TEXAS? There’s a pony in here somewhere. There better be.
This go ‘round I’m introducing one of my dearest friends to this place – this place that changed my life a little over three years ago – and I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten us into – scorpion notwithstanding.
We’ve moseyed down the sociological wormhole of paradoxes just by coming here. Somehow I had neatly filed away how utterly taxing the work you do here can be. And, yet, you leave renewed. Portals will do that to you. I guess.
So we’re here to start a dialogue about the eradication of racism with the goal of teaching and learning from others who look like us – in my case, other people of color (which I’m not so sure I agree with, but OK, I’ll rock out with that for now) – about how to start neutralizing the corrosive foulness that is racism.
Starting now, and from here on out, I’ll keep it really real with you: I have absolutely no idea where this is/can/will go. Our goal is to massage America’s Broca. (No, men, not THAT Broca.) So pass the lavender-scented massage oil, light the patchouli incense and relax. This won’t hurt a bit.
P.S. Quite appropriately, the Media Assassin killed the scorpion. Save the animal rights email for Flipper (pun intended). Either it was going or I was going and I was the one with the room key.
