what an exciting morning in detroit.
started off with the always elegant ingrid lafleur speaking on afrofuturism and detroit in a talk oriented towards creatives.
here are some twitter highlights, mostly quotes from ingrid:
“An apocalypse doesn’t end in something destroyed, it’s opportunity for transformation. For example, look at @octaviabutler’s parables.”
images from wild seed, pictures of sun ra and imani uzuri, art from bodys isek kingalez were flipping through as she spoke.
“#Afrotopia (the gorgeous logo/imagery from brilliant wesley taylor) is creating radical futuristic art in a majority black city to generate positive social change. Includes magical daily practice.”
“I like #afrofuturism because u have to know ancient history, cosmology, quantum physics, beyond school, broaden black identity.”
“I enjoy that #Detroit is 82% black & that informs the culture & art…I believe I live in a magical reality all the time.”
“I don’t think you need disposable income to go beyond your current reality. It’s about getting out beyond assumptions.”
“A lot of these ideas are tradition, are within us, they don’t come from going to school.” (beautiful particular as an offering to the mostly art student audience who were genuinely perplexed as to how to engage)
“#afrofuturism is about black being at center – diversity can come, but it’s about the liberation we, in a majority black city, still don’t have.” (in response to the ever brilliant and fearless dream hampton, who questioned the need to constantly move to diversity instead of learning to be in a black space, where black is the center of the work)
“Within our gritty, our bones are beautiful, we have great housing stock, our city is already beautiful & quite vibrant.”
“I need me to exist, even when I die.” – George Henry, at #afrofuturism talk.
after the talk, a few circles of blackness pooled together in the room, vibrating to be in each other’s presence. we talked about octavia butler salons. we talked about how as black people it isn’t about demanding entree into white spaces, especially white spaces in this black city. it’s about creating work so undeniable that being centered is not a question. it was thrilling to meet folks in the arts, design and performance world also bubbling about octavia and black brilliance.
as we were leaving, one of the lovely black men i’d met at the event backed his car into another’s. we all looked at the damage and instead of anyone getting mad, they decided it was an opportunity to sit down for dinner and get to know each other better. it felt like afrofuturism in practice, leaning into each other, creating more possibility, because we need each other, rather than indulging in potential conflict.
then i took some of my broccoli/cauliflower/leek/manchego soup over to grace lee boggs. on the way i had an exciting scifi idea about self-governance in detroit. i shared it with grace and we giggled our way through updating each other on the opportunities we are seeing now. she’s always been ahead of her time, which is saying a lot as she approaches 98 years on the planet this summer.
i’m nearing the end of a beautiful month at home and spring is everywhere. detroit love, black love, that is all.