When I first came to D.C., back in 2008, if you told me I would one day depart from all my friends and relatives who were diehard Democrats, and become a black conservative, I would have look at you as if you were insane.

Once upon a time, I considered the idea of a “black conservative” to be similar to a chicken that supported meat cleavers and frying pans. While conservatives have warned about the inherent dangers of big government, I considered them alarmist or just callous and heartless. I didn’t know the unintended consequences of elevating material need over liberty.