Monthly Archives: April 2020

Afrofuturism class, ass. #2

Supporting the homeless community and avoiding government control would make it necessary to create Earthseed. People who are homeless need to understand their life’s worth. They are also more willing to work hard to be in a better position, instead of relying on the government for the things they won’t do and have’t done. The government’s deceitfulness and untrustworthiness would lead me to not count on their authority, but on the authority of God and God only.
One Earthseed quote I would apply to my community is “God is power.” My people need to know and be reminded of this verse when times get hard, life is dim, when some of us die or get discouraged. “God is power” means with God we have some of his power and he can lead us in his strength. Another quote I would apply to to the community is “A gift of God may sear unready fingers.” I would emphasize these words to prepare my community about their callings in life. Maturity is paramount, and so is a life of fearlessness. People can miss or fumble the cards they’re holding because they’re either immature of afraid. I don’t want my people to be afraid of their gifts or be unprepared to step into their calling. Using their gifts could prolong and save not only their lives, but their communities.
I would create my Earthseed community underground. There would be a few entrances, the place would be booby-trapped, and watchers posted outside and inside in case of intruders. Anyone who can listen and follow directions from the outset can join Earthseed. Any hint of untrustworthiness and they’re out or never in. Trust is important, a life or death matter. Only series inquiries can apply.
As leader of the sect I would be upright, poised, strong and firm. I would be respected in speech and battle.
I would build an underground travel system with several stations and small electric cars traveling from city to city, state to state. Each station would have cars where we would switch so the other cars could charge.
We’d survive because the members would see how God provides if they just use their gifts. They would witness themselves and know that the God I’ve taught about is real. With our gifts we can attain all resources and recruit those who already have money and resources.
My community would focus on education, spiritual and worldly. They’d be split in sections. If they’re physically strong they would do physical work: farming, building homes on land for us to use and some to sell, build cars, etc. If they’re smart, they would lead those in the community to identify their gifts and put them in the right place.

Afrofuturism class

I learned something in my Afrofuturism class today I never knew. Techno music, music that never captured my attention, music that a lot of white folks I knew growing up loved to dance to, is actually a genre created by black people in Detroit. In the 80’s too. Techno music beats are just too fast for my liking. I mean, I can dance to anything but still. However, I am proud of my people for creating it along with other music genres like gospel, blues, and jazz.The fact we’ve created enough kinds of music to choose from is a wonderful thing.
Prof. Tananarive Due displayed a slide giving the definition to Interest Convergence Theory. It’s “the theory that whites will only support minority rights if it’s in their interest to.” Now, now. That’s something to ponder. Could it, would it, is it true? It caused me to look at possible examples of this. Here’s one. When young white people in Oakland (and other black neighborhoods too) marched in the streets to protest the shooting of unarmed black men and boys killed by white police officers, was it in their best interest to do so? Did they gain something from it? Did these mainly young white liberals need to feel like our allies? Did they need to feel more at ease so they could return to the black communities they have gentrified and say—even if they don’t say, even if they do—“I’m a down with you, don’t you see? I marched for the injustice of so-and-so? It was a five mile journey, too! Man. High-five?” Would it help further if a sign reading “Justice for Trayvon” displayed in their windows, like a quasi-equivalent to the blood on the doors of people during the Passover? I wonder.
This week in class I also learned George Clinton of Parliament Funkadelic was a barber who was asked by Motown to write songs for their artists. Interesting. Clinton and his crew have always been on another page. But they were always funky, always themselves—I mean, there’s a grown man-baby wearing a diaper with a pacifier in his mouth in the group. When I first saw the scene in the movie School Daze where one of the men pledging said, “Make my funk the P-funk, I wants to get funked up,” I just thought it was a funny line. One I would repeat often. I learned later, when I started to tune my playlists to funk that the line was actually from the Parliament’s song P-Funk. Being in this Afrofuturism class gives me some background I never knew, about artists I always enjoyed.