In
stories like “The Lurking Fear” (1923), “Facts Concerning the Late Arthur
Jermyn and His Family” (1921), and late in his career, “The Shadow Over
Innsmouth” (1936), H.P. Lovecraft used the concept of miscegenation—the marriage
and cohabitation of Caucasians with members of other races, and more broadly,
the intermingling of different races, social classes and cultures—as an engine
of horror. He may have done so
intentionally or perhaps unintentionally, channeling his unconscious fear of
being overwhelmed by “the other” into his moody, dark fiction. Here is a passage near the end of “Arthur
Jermyn”:
The
stuffed goddess was a nauseous sight, withered and eaten away, but it was
clearly a mummified white ape of some unknown species, less hairy than any
recorded variety, and infinitely nearer mankind—quite shockingly so…but two
salient particulars must be told, for they fit in revoltingly with certain
notes of Sir Wade Jermyn’s African expeditions and with the Congolese legends
of the white god and the ape-princess…the arms on the golden locket about the
creature’s neck were the Jermyn arms, and the jocose suggestion of M. Verhaeren
about a certain resemblance as connected with the shriveled face applied with
vivid, ghastly and unnatural horror to none other than the sensitive Arthur
Jermyn, great-great-great-grandson of Sir Wade Jermyn and an unknown wife.
Similar
content can be found in the climactic scene of Lovecraft’s “The Lurking Fear”,
when the narrator observes “the horror in the eyes”, a genetic link between a
species of ghoul—which also happens to be “a filthy whitish gorilla thing”—and
generations of the Martense family:
They
were the dissimilar Martense eyes of the old legends, and I knew in one
inundating cataclysm of voiceless horror what had become of that vanished
family: the terrible and thunder-crazed
house of Martense.
Lovecraft’s
racism has been well documented by numerous reviewers, the virulence of which
cannot be entirely explained away by the prevailing attitudes of his time. (L. Sprague de Camp, in his 1975 biography of
the author, suggests that Lovecraft’s extreme views about race and ethnicity
were connected to fluctuating mental health, at least at certain points in his
life.)
In a
similar vein—this one open and bleeding—Robert E. Howard uses a kind of miscegenation
as a precursor to the unfolding terrors in “Pigeons From Hell” (1938). This is a powerful and grotesque tale of
revenge in which the cruel matron of a well-to-do southern family is turned
into a zuvembie by an aggrieved
mulatto woman. This is a classic horror
story about racial disharmony and well
worth studying. (See Justice
via Zuvembie.)
Lovecraft’s
anxieties about race and ethnicity pertain to his personal fear of being
supplanted by people who aren’t White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. However, with Howard, in stories like “Pigeons
From Hell”, “Black Canaan” (1936), and “The Dead Remember” (1936) the emphasis
is on the possibilities of racial vengeance—also known as justice, depending on which side of the racial divide one is on—given
the weight of an ugly history of oppression and exploitation.
Somewhat
more nuanced are the West Indian stories of Henry S. Whitehead, for example “The
Passing of a God” (1931) and especially “Sweet Grass” (1929). In Whitehead’s stories the supernatural
complications of applied voodoo are a metaphor for the chaos that ensues when Caucasians
intermingle with people of African descent.
Though conventionally racist in tone, Whitehead is interesting because
of his ambivalence about the superiority of white colonial power and his
affection for and interest in the transplanted cultures of western Africa.
Around
the time that H.P. Lovecraft published “The Lurking Fear” and “Facts Concerning
the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family” (1921), an author in New York City wrote
a short story with a completely different perspective on the possibilities of
literal and figurative intercourse between whites and African-Americans. W.E.B. Du Bois’ “The Comet” (1920) is a
remarkable work, easily four or five decades ahead of its time. It originally appeared in a collection of
essays, poetry, autobiographical material and speculative fiction called Darkwater: Voices from Within the Veil. Du Bois hoped to “venture to write again on
themes on which great souls have already said greater words, in the hope that I
may strike here and there a half-tone, newer if slighter, up from the heart of
my problem and the problems of my people.”
It is
difficult to imagine a story like “The Comet” being published anywhere during
the heyday of Lovecraft and Howard, at least not in a popular fiction magazine. Du Bois, a founding member of the N.A.A.C.P., wrote
fiction that was often informed by his concerns with race relations,
spirituality, and religion. It is a
shame that his work is only now becoming better known, given the important
perspectives on American society that he offers.
In “The
Comet”, the population of New York City has been almost completely annihilated by
the toxic plume of a passing comet. It
seems for a moment that only two have survived: Jim an African-American man
identified initially as “the messenger”, who works in the nether regions of a
corporate office building, and a wealthy young white socialite named Julia. All around them is the nightmarish imagery of
a silent metropolis, strewn with dead citizens.
Significantly,
the two have no names until the very end of the story, when they become
ordinary New Yorkers again, returning to what is left of normality. But until then, as they travel in her car
between Harlem and the “Metropolitan Tower” on Fifth Avenue, Julia and Jim experience
each other’s worlds and become symbols of an expanded humanity. Julia is the “primal woman; mighty mother of
all men to come and Bride of Life”; Jim is her “Brother Humanity incarnate, Son
of God and great All-Father of the race to be.”
The proximity and hope of a spiritually consummated relationship is
rendered in these lyrical lines:
It
was not lust; it was not love—it was some vaster mightier thing that needed
neither touch of body nor thrill of soul.
It was a thought divine, splendid.
Both
Julia and Jim experience this momentary change in perspective, a kind of cosmic
social consciousness, in the midst of a catastrophe. But it is only fleeting. Du Bois never descends to the triteness of simply
making his two characters avatars of Adam and Eve, bent on repopulating a
destroyed world. Something more
mythological or archetypal is intended. Nor
is race the only boundary that separates Julia and Jim; Du Bois is also
commenting on walls built by social class.
And he is not sentimental or overly idealistic. In the end, the grim reality of American race
and class relations noisily returns when Julia and then Jim are reunited with their
families.
Until
the last paragraphs of “The Comet”, Du Bois’ depiction of racial prejudice is
subtle. His suggestion, never overt,
that a form of miscegenation might be
a hope for a more egalitarian and just future, was much more prescient than the
conventional bigotry of many other speculative fiction writers of his time. On a technical level, his use of realistic
dialogue and ellipsis to suggest what does not need to be said—allowing readers
an opportunity to fill in the blanks—makes him a much more sophisticated writer
in some respects than Lovecraft or Howard.
If there is anything still shocking about “The Comet”, it is that the
questions it poses about human identity and justice are still incompletely
answered today.
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W.E.B.
Du Bois’ “The Comet” can be found in the wonderful and aptly named anthology, The Big Book of Science Fiction (2016),
edited by Ann and Jeff Vandermeer.
Race
relations as depicted in early twentieth century pulp fiction has been a topic
of numerous earlier posts. See also:
A Racist
Nightmare (Robert E. Howard’s “The Shadow of the Beast”)
Justice
via Zuvembie (Robert E. Howard’s “Pigeons From Hell”)
Lovecraftian
Family Secrets (H.P. Lovecraft’s “Facts Concerning The Late Arthur Jermyn
and His Family”)
4.
Case Study: Homunculi Redux (Henry S. Whitehead’s “The Passing of a God”)
Stand By
Your Man (Henry S. Whitehead’s “Sweet Grass”)
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