Because I identify with several different marginalized demographics, sometimes just saying my people can suffice. That said, I've learned in a short time the importance of not counting out my people. This means holding up my people when they do it up 👍🙏❤. It means critiquing my people and holding them accountable when they do intracultural violence (Supremacy is insidious because of the way it has conditioned us to work at harming each other). But for me, one of the most important things we can do is support our people via proper means of compensation and a fair exchange of goods and services. We only do an injustice to ourselves when we fail to embody the idea that labor - physical, educational, psychological, empirical, spiritual - should be compensated in a way that matches the efforts our people put in to provide that need or desire. As musician, having been on both sides of that fence, I never set foot on a stage to do a gig without making sure I can take care of my people, especially if they ID as marginalized. Long story short, let's continue to do better at taking care of our people when they are doing the work to take care of us. #allblacklivesmatter #pmurraymusic
Casual office selfie on the Feast of my Patron. Happy St. Joseph's Day kids! #afrolatinx #blackandbrownboys #Brooklyn #pmurraymusic
I got got, y'all 😂🙏🎹 #AshWednesday #pmurraymusic
When the bar has been set in the basement, just above the septic tank, don't expect for much else to happen besides walking into a barrel of shit. #lowestcommondenominator
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LINK IN BIO | I finally was able to string together words to talk about my outrage with the institution I work for over this horrific pathological abusive trend. The latest pathetic sleight of hand by the Diocese of Brooklyn to try and smooth this over was to present a pie chart (🤨🤨🤨) notating the percentage of priests who have been credibly accused of these crimes, versus those who haven't, coupled with another pie chart showing how many are dead and how many are still alive. They literally tried to not all white people sex offenders in the priesthood. Fxcking idiots. Anyway, the article is long enough as it is, so go check it out. Comments are welcome.
It was around 10:30pm last night. I was cleaning up from a long rehearsal preparing for the unity Mass for Black History month at my job. As I was gathering up loose copies of music, I heard what could have easily been mistaken for a large truck going over a rough patch on a bridge. But, knowing where I was, I realized that those metallic bangs could only be the result of one thing. The sirens going off afterwards confirmed it. To the best of my recollection, in all the times I've been in and through Bedford-Stuyvesant, or any other part of Brooklyn, it was the first time I'd ever heard actual gunfire as the result of an ongoing criminal act. Right around the corner from one of our churches, and not an hour or so after we'd helped everyone exit the building and bolted the doors. My pastor confirmed the shooting this morning. It breaks my heart, especially when we're supposed to be celebrating the beauty that is Blackness, to be reminded that the results of generational racism are ever-present, especially in our most disenfranchised neighborhoods. A 20 year old man - a boy, really - gone, all because we've been conditioned to accept senseless violence as the norm. The insidiousness of white supremacy is in its wildly successful efforts to have us see less value in ourselves and our livelihood than others. What else would prompt someone to let off 6 rounds in front of an apartment building where families and children are present? I pray for the families of everyone involved, for the survivors to experience a speedy recovery, and I still believe one day we will extricate ourselves from this culture of oppression and violent desperation.