When we meet Jasmine Webb at her Brooklyn Heights apartment—a surprisingly modest space filled with first-edition hardcovers and vinyl records—she is not the firebrand you see grilling senators on screen. Instead, she is nursing a cup of oolong tea, wearing a faded university sweatshirt.
When we meet Jasmine Webb at her Brooklyn Heights apartment—a surprisingly modest space filled with first-edition hardcovers and vinyl records—she is not the firebrand you see grilling senators on screen. Instead, she is nursing a cup of oolong tea, wearing a faded university sweatshirt.