““You know, Brandon, I want to have a black-on-black conversation with you.” He looked so startled it was as if I had slapped him in the face. “What are you here for? What is your purpose in life? Why do I need you? I have never needed a liaison or a translator in my life. I am the chair of the DNC and as far as I can see, you are nothing more than a clerk. Take that message up to Brooklyn next time you sneak off up there. Tell them the chair of the DNC doesn’t make requests, and she doesn’t talk to clerks.””
