My politics are rooted in my belief that all human beings possess equal worth.
My music reflects my politics. Among other things, I write and sing about gendered double standards, domestic violence, child abuse, and poverty.
I recognize that my work contains musical themes that were introduced to the world by artists of African descent. Like all of us, I stand on the shoulders of the giants who came before me. It is not my intention to appropriate the incredible work of these Black artists who have inspired me (including Etta James, Cleo Laine, Whitney Houston, BB King, and Muddy Waters) but to attempt to add something of value to the great musical conversation.
The table below reflects my current awareness of my own intersections of privilege and the lack thereof:
|Upper middle-class background||Female|
|Pass as white||Disabled|
|Pass as straight||Latina|
I recognize that my privilege creates blind spots in my experience of the world. For instance, I may be entirely blind to something that a Black woman would look at and say, “hey, wait a minute, that’s white supremacist bullshit.” When I get it wrong, I want to be the first to acknowledge my errors and learn from my critics.
I do not want to be blind to my own privilege. I am struggling every day to open my eyes and lean into my discomfort because I want to leave the world better than I found it for all of us beautiful, equally worthy human beings.