Being a “first” is always sexy but you know what’s sexier? Jesus-style-service: feet washing/ prostitute mixing/ tax collector vibing. What will my political campaign look like? Like this. Nothing will change. You will still see me, unprovoked, wearing random sunglasses at midnight in the streets of Nairobi. You will still see me, unprovoked, in New-York with faux fur, debating the validity of gender roles with my Ninja friends. Why? I am not a politician. I am a public servant.
My 7th year in America, age 24, after noting the ridiculous racial disparity in American prisons, I organized my friends, we formed a non profit (Neo-Village), visited 100 incarcerated Atlantan youths AND 95% of what our eyes saw, were black & brown boys. Quickly realising, visiting these boys was never gonna do sh***. So – My 8th year in America, I received a partial scholarship to attend one of the best black law schools in the country and I focused on human rights. Then, post graduation, my work has been: combating poverty at the World Bank , combating judicial discrimination at the Public Defenders Office, combating war as an International aid worker.
Ever drawn to Georgia, my adoptive state, I now wish to join the legislative branch & contribute to writing fairer laws that will long term, send black boys home. I have always served my community. No doubt about that. Though, based on my super-blackness, I foresee my future enemies declaring me a white-hating-extremist-zelot-that-needs-to-go-back-to-Africa.
Fear? Darling. Men woke one day, questionned the existence of our tribe, meticulously orchestrated its destruction & failed. Here am I eating white chocolate in Kenya at 4a, blogging, chilling; you think I fear men? The only thing I fear is my sister’s wrath.
Additionally, my heart is white (on this very point at least) – Many accusations can be raised against me but they can never substantiate the claim, that I, daughter of humanitarians, child of the soil- has ever discriminated against anyone. Mistaken ye not my zealous advocacy for discrimination. I have been asked whether I will “clean” my image when I run. Nah. This is EXACTLY what is missing on the political scene: authenticity; an apparent lost art. Count on me to bring it back, baby. To all who wish to distract us & plunge us in never ending disingenuous discourse, in the words of the great enlightened philosopher : ”Is y’all Finished or is Y’all Done?” We got work to do.
One Love,
LawyerLiv & Co. 
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