The Swans of Harlem: Five Black Ballerinas, Fifty Years of Sisterhood, and Their Reclamation of a Groundbreaking History by Karen Valby, details the poignant history of five Black ballerinas - Lydia Abarca, Gayle McKinney-Griffith, Sheila Rohan, Karlya Shelton and Marcia Sells.
The unfortunate common thread linking their lives together was initially not so unfortunate - glamorous forays into the world of classical ballet - dance which had previously been considered “off limits” to them; seen too narrowly by critics a space in which only white women could occupy.
These extraordinary women, however, along with unknown numbers of other Black women of their time, rejected what society demanded of them, refusing to trade their perfected pirouettes, pas de deuxs, and arabesques for the modern dance world said to be more “fitting” for them (less refined and gracious, so evidently “more Black”).
These women got their starts thanks to one brilliant young man (albeit very complicated, and not without controversy) Arthur Mitchell, George Balanchine’s former protege. Mitchell wanted to show the world that Black bodies could and should perform classical ballet, too - and he’d be damned if he let anyone or anything stand in his way.
Lydia Abarca, whom we are introduced to in the prologue, was to be the face of his dance company - The Dance Theatre of Harlem - with her light skin, gangly long limbs, and hauntingly beautiful face, complete with mysteriously big doe eyes (which would later go on to grace the cover of Dance Magazine as the magazine’s first Black ballerina). It was said if Mitchell had any soft spots at all, they were reserved for her and her alone.
Unfortunately, when we first come across her in the prologue, I believe in the year 2015, her preschool-aged granddaughter is at home questioning her mother, as to why her classmates are all talking about Misty Copeland as the first Black ballerina when she knew her grandmother to have been a big star in her own time.
She was undoubtedly thinking of the stories her mother had told her of her grandmother and other Black ballerinas of the 1960s and 1970s, who lived glamorous lives performing all over the globe, gracing the covers of magazines, dancing private ballets for royalty, including Queen Elizabeth II herself, as well as hanging out with A-List celebs and appearing in major Hollywood movies. This is where we reach the “initially not so fortunate” part mentioned earlier.
For despite this group of women’s massive contributions and groundbreaking achievements to an art world which had been previously closed off to them - that is, until they, and dance school founder Arthur Mitchell broke these barriers down - they were sadly forgotten by most of history, leaving many of the women susceptible to severe depression and drinking problems later in life, wondering if it had all just been some sort of fever dream.
Fortunately, the women managed to find one another again, and get to relive their beautiful performances and memories through recollections amongst one another, and for the book’s author to chronicle. They were able to finally take pride and celebrate the great work they’d done, and as they all said, to just simply say, ”I was there. I did that.”
The book definitely would have benefited a bit more with a more linear narrative, rather than seemingly hopping around from one time period to another and not always making it clear when, where, and who was being discussed. That’s the only fault in this book and why a star was deducted: it was very disjointed and hard to track at times, which could make a bit of a frustrating read at times.
Altogether, though, it’s definitely a book worth checking out, even if you’re not an avid ballet enthusiast: I know I’m horrible at ballet, and my (step) grandmother, a Rockette, never let me forget it, lol. It’s really unfortunate that there aren’t any ballets we can just YouTube so that we can watch these beautiful women in their element.
More importantly than the story of ballet, it’s the story of true friendship, community and sisterhood - friends who will immediately give you strength when you feel weak, friends who won’t hesitate to build you back up when you feel like tearing yourself down. A beautiful tribute to these lovely ballerinas.