The Age of the AfroGeek


I was a geek growing up. A black geek.
Bookworm? Check yes.
Science Fiction and Fantasy fan? Check yes.
Alternative/avant garde/world/ambient music fan? Check yes yes yes.

I didn’t fit in. Square peg, etc. But there’s a unique issue faced when you’re a geek and of African American descent.

You’re an anomaly, an outcast, the punchline of the end of a joke.

See: Urkel, Stephen Q. You get funny looks at SF conventions.
The record-store clerk asks you if you need help, because you are obviously in the wrong section of store. (In my case, the Import section).

Your black peers also think you’re strange.

They police your blackness.

If you read at all, you should read ONLY  The Autobiography of Malcolm X  or  Makes Me Wanna Holler.

(“I swear that Octavia Butler is black…Just ignore the picture of the white women on the cover!”)

Don’t get me started in music.
Siouxsie, Liz Fraser and Lisa Gerrard sang the soundtrack of my late teens. Thank God(dess) that those Tower Record bags weren’t see-through!

(“Yes, A.R. Kane are two Afro-Brits… Yes, their music is strange…. And yes, they don’t appear on the cover of their albums; that’s a thing now.”)

Now, it seems that there are more Afro-eccentrics out there than before.
The field of SF/Fantasy now has Jemisin, Okorafor, Hopkinson, Daniel Jose Older and more
Music has Cold Specks (gothic tinged gospel), Janelle Monae (SF and Kate Bush and funk are influences) and now a heavy metal band of African American preteens called Unlocking The Truth and much more.

We’re coming. We’re here.We’re frightening the horses, shaking the foundations and laying down our roots.

Afrogeeks are no longer novel, or “in the closet.”

There’s a damn pop culture Renaissance going on!
This the Age of Afrogeekdom.

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