“There’s no such thing as the future,” Nona Hendryx, member of the groundbreaking group Labelle said to writer Emily Lordi during their interview. It was just hours before the first confirmed case of COVID-19 in New York City as the two women discussed Afrofuturism and the new story Hendryx is revealing about Black women, speculative art and technology. Imagination is what empowers the collective to shape the present, can stir up hope for an alternative, brighter future.
Women Who Fly: Nona Hendryx and Afrofuturist Histories
by Emily Lordi
On the last night of Black History Month, February 29, 2020, I attended a concert held in the Temple of Dendur, at New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art—the last such event that I would attend, it turned out, for a very long time. Those who have visited the room will know that it resembles a massive display case: a pavilion-like wall of glass exposes the temple to the sky, and a reflecting pool frames it below. On this night, the temple glowed lavender in the dark behind 600 folding chairs that had been set up to face a makeshift stage. A DJ played songs like Parliament’s “Mothership Connection (Star Child)” while four dancers roamed the aisles, voguing and tilting into deep penchés. One dancer, a very tall person with a beard, wore a visored helmet, silver wings, and a skirt made out of a tarp. Before long, a line of people wearing similar costumes and carrying instruments processed up to the stage and started to play—saxophone, synthesizers, arca, drums, bass. A poet, Carl Hancock Rux, recited lyrics about the future. A singer, Keyontia Hawkins, performed incantatory chants.
Afrofuturism, despite its status as a perennial cutting-edge pop culture trend, has a history and a trajectory. It has a gender. And it has ancestors who are still with us.
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