This Friday, June 19th (from midnight to midnight Pacific Time), my record company, Bandcamp is donating 100% of its share of sales to the NAACP Legal Defense Fund. And I will be donating my share to Communities United for Police Reform and The Maasai Education Research and Conservation Institute and the Village of Ngong’u Narok. What’s really cool is you can pay as much or as little as you like for my music and everything except paypal’s cut goes to these organizations for change.
Juneteenth is an American holiday celebrated on June 19. It memorializes June 19, 1865, when Union general Gordon Granger read orders in Galveston, Texas that all previously enslaved people in Texas were free. I honor this day as a reminder that holidays are really a reminder that sometimes you can celebrate something as if it happened and realize that it didn’t happen. This is a reminder that after almost two and a half centuries, freedom for Black People is continuing to collapse in on itself.
There is so much uncertainty right now that it’s hard to think straight. There is a lot of fuzziness while at the same time many things are coming into sharp focus. This is my lens. I am not speaking some kind of center of the universe Truth. This is a truth that comes out of my mouth in heaving sobs. Enough is Enough. Enough of this charade that your suffering doesn’t affect me. When Covid 19 hit I really was beginning to believe that humanity was starting to experience its true sharing self, a self that knows my health depends on your health. My safety depends on your safety. My wealth depends on your wealth. My music depends on your music.
Things are still fuzzy but one thing is razor-sharp. I need to speak my truth right along with the sobs.