Chapter Sixteen: Never Run From the Front

I once knew a Black guy named Leslie Johnson. I met him in 2008, when I was working for that union campaign in Cincinnati, trying to convert Black voters on gay marriage.

As part of my outreach, they sent me to talk to the Hillary Clinton campaign, and I ended up face to face with Leslie.

Remember, this was 2008. Barack Obama was running. And it was after…

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