When we were first out and going to the white spots, the people would be so confused. [Laughs] Looking up at the stage with goofy-ass smiles and tilted heads, like they were trying to process what it was they were seeing. And after every gig it was guaranteed one of these fools would come up to me and raise a fist and say, “Power to the people,” or call me “sister” or something else that would let me know nothing—not the music, not the funny little banter, not even the clothes—was more worthy of comment than my being Black.
