The story’s protagonist, Hannibal Johnson, is a black sociologist who uses a “megascope” to look across time and space. He demonstrates his gadget for a honeymooning couple, using it to look from the top of a NYC skyscraper into the fantastic past of Pittsburgh, in which supernatural beings play out an allegory about colonialism and race. It’s a critical piece of the history of Afrofuturism, a lineage that stretches forward to such writers as Samuel Delany and Octavia Butler to Nalo Hopkinson and today’s explosion of African science fiction.
Full article here: Newly Discovered Du Bois Science Fiction
Considering the future of race and Anderson’s exercise in nonideal theory and political philosophy, I thought it apropos to include this piece on Du Bois’s newly discovered science fiction writings and Afrofuturism.
Afrofuturism is a way of imagining future possibilities through a black cultural lens. Womack states that it’s the” intersection of imagination, technology, the future and liberation.” (Afrofuturism: The World of Black Sci-Fi and Fantasy Culture ) It’s both a cultural and artistic aesthetic as well as a form of critical theory and social commentary. It destabilizes notions of blackness and ” stretches the imagination far beyond the conventions of our time and the horizons of expectations , and kicks the box of blackness out of the solar system ” (22).
A lot of you questioned the practicality of the policy applications of Anderson, which are fair critiques. However, I posit that changes in society often happen at the level of imagining possibilities, dreaming (Laurence Ralph’s word discusses this and even the words of Dr. King) and being able to envision the world in ways that defy the conventions of the current space and time. Throughout the semester we’ve read both qualitative and quantitative methodological approaches within the field of sociology and have learned that there often is no single optimal solution, which is what Anderson attempts to get away from. Granted, our course is not one on political philosophy so some of the scholars she’s in conversation with , like Rawls who pioneers ideal theory, were missing from our understanding. Nevertheless a quick synopsis of ideal vs. non-ideal theory states:
John Rawls conceives of justice as fairness as a work of ideal theory. Ideal theory “assumes strict compliance and works out the principles that characterize a well-ordered society under favorable circumstances.”1 Nonideal theory, on the other hand, “is worked out after an ideal conception of justice has been chosen” and addresses what the parties are to do when conditions are not as perfect as they are assumed to be in ideal theory.
(http://sevenpillarsinstitute.org/dictionary/ideal-nonideal-theory)
Non-ideal theory therefore chooses an ideal conception of justice, which Anderson situates in integration, and then advances ways to work on that ideal given imperfect circumstances. Having ideals is then not the issue at hand, a society needs ideals, the issue is where do we start to work through the imperfections to strive (even if we never quite achieve) for this ideal conception of justice?
Afrofuturism definitely responds to this conversation in imagining other worlds and new ideals. It has been critiqued by some as escapism but other scholars have argued that far from escapism, it allows for one to imagine the world as it could be and work towards those imagined possibilities.
Returning to DuBois, he was a man of empiricism, as we’ve read in Morris’s The Scholar Denied and Du Bois’s own works, yet he too realized that the space for imagining worlds, possibilities and telling counternarratives about origins and histories, which can then shape futures, was critical.
I’ll leave you guys with Janelle Monae’s song Many Moons. Monae herself is an artist who’s been described as an Afrofuturist and her songs , aesthetics, video directions certainly intersect imagination, technology, social commentary, the future and liberation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHgbzNHVg0c
Excerpt of the lyrics:
We’re dancing free but we’re stuck here underground
And everybody trying to figure they way out
Hey hey hey, all we ever wanted to say
Was chased, erased and then thrown away
And day to day we live in a daze
We march all around til’ the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom (for freedom)
You’re free but in your mind, your freedom’s in a bind
Oh make it rain, ain’t a thing in the sky to fall
(The silver bullet’s in your hand and the war’s heating up)
And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you’re growing down instead of growing up
(You gotta ooo ah ah like a panther)
Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
(Na na na)
So strong for so long
All I wanna do is sing my simple song
Square or round, rich or poor
At the end of day and night all we want is more
I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around
I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom
You’re free but in your mind, your freedom’s in a bind
Oh make it rain, ain’t a thing in the sky to fall
(The silver bullet’s in your hand and the war’s heating up)
And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you’re growing down instead of growing up
(You gotta ooo ah ah like a panther)
Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
(Na na na)
Civil rights, civil war
Hood rat, crack whore
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
Outcast, weirdo
Stepchild, freak show
Black girl, bad hair
Broad nose, cold stare
Tap shoes, Broadway
Tuxedo, holiday
Creative black, Love song
Stupid words, erased song
Gun shots, orange house
Dead man walking with a dirty mouth
Spoiled milk, stale bread
Welfare, bubonic plague
Record deal, light bulb
Keep back kid now corporate thug
Breast cancer, common cold
HIV, lost hope
Overweight, self esteem
Misfit, broken dream
Fish tank, small bowl
Closed mind, dark hold
Cybergirl, droid control
Get away now they trying to steal your soul
Microphone, one stage
Tomboy, outrage
Street fight, bloody war
Instigators, third floor
Promiscuous child, broken heart
STD, quarantine
Heroin user, coke head
Final chapter, death bed
Plastic sweat, metal skin
Metallic tears, mannequin
Carefree, night club
Closet drunk, bathtub
White house, Jim Crow
Dirty lies, my regards
When the world just treats you wrong
Just come with me and I’ll take you home
No need to pack a bag
Who put your life in the danger zone?
You running dropping like a rolling stone
No time to pack a bag
You just can’t stop your hurt from hanging on
The old man dies and then a baby’s born
Chan, chan, chan, change your life
And when the world just treats you wrong
Just come with us and you’ll take you home
Shan, shan shan shan-gri la
Na na na na na na na na na na na