Black Sci-fi, Speculative, Fantasy, Sword & Soul, Commentary
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What Makes Science Fiction and Fantasy Afrocentric?
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The publishing world has enjoyed the swelling growth and profitability of Black romance and urban novels. Booksellers and public libraries are stocking their shelves with publications that offer gritty tales of the dark mean streets or outrageous Black gangsters. But there is another wave on the horizon; another genre that may soon rival the expensive cars, dangerous pimps and desperate ex-cons; a rising tide of titles that presents hi-tech space ships, cunning barbarians, and savvy time travelers featuring African Americans characters in Black sci-fi and fantasy.
Black Science Fiction (or Afrofuturism), AFRO Sci-Fi as well as “Sword-and-Soul” loosely can be defined as an intellectual and cultural movement that explores the African American relationship with new technology, musings of the future, and heroic fantasies.
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United States of Africa, Pt1
The Saga of the United States of Africa: An Elephant in the Sky
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“Earth orbital supremacy, and establishment of successful mining colonies in the Asteroid Belt and expansion of our deep oceanic research stations on Jupiter's moon Europa are the real answers to maintaining the sovereignty and economic prosperity of the United States of Africa and i ts esteemed allies in Europe, Asia and North & South America. Thank you.”
Applause.
The keynote speaker, a dark skin, very stern man signaled to his entourage that the question and answer period was over. The overflowing crowd in Howard University’s Cramton auditorium had to be moved to the luncheon – an outdoor affair, risky in Washington, DC, during November's temperamental weather – on the main quadrangle where multi-colored tents abundant with food and beverages were available. Lively African music commenced with fervor.
“Very impressive. This guy is much better than the other candidates we listened to. He might actually get elected as President of the United States of Africa despite being born in New Jersey. But I wish the Africans had chosen a more original name like Supreme African Union Federation or something.”
My seat mate was one of those highly intellectual Howard University women who would become esteemed professors or prominent government officials working for the people. Well respected, honest, dedicated. However, in my current social status, my preference leaned towards women who were more monosyllabic in short dresses. “His daughter is a real cutie,” I said mindlessly.
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Written by Stafford L Battle
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NOTE: This is my response to the movie "Avatar"; I offer a very different tale.

THE PLANET REVIVAL: THE BEGINNING
As both suns set, I fled our military base, disappeared into the darkening jungle, never looked back. On an active-conflict planet more than 300 light years from earth, this was a flagrant dereliction of duty punishable by firing
squad. Discipline was necessarily severe. Most of our sparsely populated colonies in this galactic quadrant were staffed by untrained, very reluctant, conscripted civilians who were required to perform guard duty, oversee emergency medicine, cook, laundry, torture the natives or fulfill any odious task requested by corporate, government representatives.
Desertions were frequent.
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In the book “AFRO Sci-Fi” take a generous sip of short stories, novel excerpts and essays populated by an intriguing collection of Afro-centric characters, plots and revelations. Ride with Sheriff Rufus son of a slave and master of the fast gun in the old West. In ancient Africa, two warriors and a beautiful priestess challenge an immortal god. Down south, a Yankee reporter disturbs deadly supernatural forces. An African space tyrant terrorizes the Universe. And more! (For a larger view of the front/back cover click here.)
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Written by Stafford L. Battle
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I rested, leaning on the ornate stone column and decorated wall behind me. Heavy footsteps thundered throughout the palace. Foreign voices shouted.
Hoarse.
Fearful.
Desperate.
I had bathed, attended to my most grievous injuries, and fully rearmed, completely aware that the battle had not gone as we expected. By treachery and sorcery, we found ourselves outnumbered 1000 to one. My warrior brothers and sisters stood defiantly and only died after inflicting devastating hurt to the northern demon beast and its fanatical minions.
Blood ran in rivers. Rivers turned into oceans.
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