They’re twisted and they will never be…

We were being groped by our male bosses with no repercussions. Many of us had been abused as small children. We were being harassed on the street, told what to wear and how to behave. And Sinead gave us a voice. The voice of rage. the voice of female fury we had never been allowed to express.

She was our queen. Our howl of anger. Our me too before we knew how desperately we needed her. She championed rap music, she refused to behave how male music executives wanted her to; she didn’t change her views. She spoke openly about the paedophiles in the Catholic church.

A tiny, fearless Irish waif with the lioness love of the universal mother.

Sinead, your music lives on though our tears. Thank you for giving us our power