“The Dance”
I recently watched a video of a group of black people dancing together to a soul tune from the ’70s. I found myself utterly fascinated, captivated by what I saw. There was a slim graceful woman in the middle of the group, two large-framed, heavy women in the row nearest the camera. A couple of men were scattered among the mostly female dancers. Something enchanting, something emotionally moving rose from the group as they danced in synch, each performing the same basic movements with their own slight variations. It was as if the music had allowed them to sink into some rich collective memory, some synchronized terpsichorean unity that the past made accessible to them. I found myself being hypnotized by the sheer grace of these dancers, the way they lost their personal selves in the collective of the dance. I felt so powerfully moved. This was nothing like line dancing I had seen before, in which every dancer seemed caught up in their own performance and no deep, rich experience graced the dance. This was a spiritual experience. I felt so grateful to observe it.