Un-pimp-able. I am. Unpimpable by those "pastors" who prey on the poor, who dwell in opulence, or strut like peacocks in the pulpit, wearing flashy designer suits, lizard or gator shoes, their necks dripping with golden crosses. Those who more resemble gaudy pimp-like creatures than humble men of God.
I am privileged to represent a congressional district that has been historically recognized as the epicenter of Black culture and politics. Our legendary neighborhood gave birth to the Harlem Renaissance, which has forever transformed the American fabric. We are fortunate to have dedicated people and organizations promoting our legacy.