While Blackmore reads, two women and one man, all cloaked, file onto the stage. Satan, to these Satanists, is a literary figure, not a deity-he stands for rationality, for skepticism, for speaking truth to power, even at great personal cost. Let’s be very clear about this: Adherents of the modern Satanic Temple don’t engage in religious or animal sacrifice, and they have no truck with magic, even the kind of low-key supernaturality embraced by some Christian denominations. Detroit Satanic Temple director Jex Blackmore-for most of the evening, she’s been leading a man dressed as a priest around on a leash-steps onto a low stage (prominently featured: a podium and an upside-down cross) and reads from a book. Satanists, it seems, aren’t always prompt.
There are upside-down crosses aplenty, pounding dance music, a porn room and a surprisingly good hors d’oeuvres table-freshly baked Madeleines and gorgeous fruit, on platters grouped around a massive ice-sculpture replica of Brancusi’s Princess X, a statue that’s either a penis and testicles or a woman gazing into a mirror, depending on your point of view.Īt this Satanic Temple party, the ritual is finally starting. It’s dark, natch, and smoky, ditto, crammed with people dressed in black. It’s 1 a.m., and I’m waiting for a Satanic ritual to start at a loft in Detroit.
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