At her very first campaign rally, presumptive Democrat presidential nominee Kamala Harris defined herself, the prosecutor, in contrast to the “convicted criminal” Donald Trump. She explained that she “took on perpetrators of all kinds: Predators who abused women; fraudsters who ripped off consumers; cheaters who broke the rules for their own gain. So hear me when I say, I know Donald Trump’s type.”

So far, most conservatives have taken the high road and restrained themselves from issuing personal attacks on their female opponent. Trump himself has yet to offer an answer to the above line. Still, Harris might wish to tread carefully.

Dan Morain, the author of Kamala’s Way, contends that she’s a very private person. That’s why, he argues, her autobiography excluded any mention of her scandalous mid-nineties affair with the married speaker of the California Assembly and future mayor of San Francisco Willie Brown. Harris’s shyness may explain a certain awkwardness and the uncomfortable cackle, but if it’s privacy that she wants, she needs to find a different line of work.

I’m not going to slut-shame Kamala for dating Brown—or any number of men, for that matter. We live in promiscuous times and Kamala’s youth coincided with sex-positive third wave feminism. I’m not going to judge her, like many do, for accepting gifts from the older, powerful figure—a BMW, trips to Paris and so on. Brown is generous with his friends and it’s none of my business what their relationship was like.

However, Harris should have disclosed the fact that her lover gave her lucrative appointments to state boards. Over the course of five years, California taxpayer compensated Harris north of $400,000 for part time work; in today’s dollars that’s more like $800,000.

Brown was rising on the San Francisco political scene in the sixties at the time that murderous cult leader Jim Jones put his operation at the service of the local machine. His followers could be relied on to turn up at a political action— or fix an election, as he did for mayor George Moscone in 1976. Brown called Jim Jones “a combination of Martin Luther King, Jr., Angela Davis, Albert Einstein, and Chairman Mao.”

Brown was the first local politician to identify the People’s Temple as a useful tool, championed its charismatic leader, and, together with the gay icon Harvey Milk, stood by him even after he fled to Guyana. Kamala Harris, the prosecutor, has to know that Jones trafficked black women to Moscone in order to compromise and control him, and that he stole children from their parents. Yet she was intimate with his associate and enthusiastic sponsor.

Harris describes her presidential opponent as a shady businessman, but, both as a mayor and an assemblyman, her former lover has been a target of multiple FBI investigations. Although some of those close to him found themselves in legal trouble, Brown, who had an episodic role as a corrupt politician in Godfather III, came out clean each time. In an interview preceding her first presidential run, the former mistress expressed fear that the widespread belief in Slick Willie’s corruption might hurt her, calling him an “albatross hanging around my neck.”

So far, the Democrat presidential candidate’s connection to Brown hasn’t been an issue. It’s not guilt by association that tarnishes the Vice President; the question of whether or not Harris, as San Francisco DA and then state attorney general, could be trusted with potentially prosecuting an ex who jump started her career is about her, not him.

San Francisco politics are notoriously opaque. The municipality funds numerous politically-connected non-profit organizations, and the citizens are perpetually wondering what good the current $15.9 billion budget does for the city of less than a million. San Francisco reporter Sanjana Friedman recently outlined how the city enables homelessness and drug addiction through its patronage of radical non-governmental organizations.

The head of one of the city’s non-profits was recently charged with felonies relating to theft, embezzlement and misappropriation of public funds. Mayor London Breed, another Brown protege, has been slapped with an ethics violation fine in the past, and her former lover has been sentenced to seven years in federal prison. Despite the long-standing deep suspicion that local politics are rotten, the voters entrusted the one-party political machine with watching itself.

His name might not be Donald Trump, but the former Ayatollah of the Assembly met the future 45th president when the latter wanted to explore real estate opportunities in California. Brown boasts of taking a picture with his mistress when they flew as guests on Trump Force One. He recalls arranging for Trump’s contribution to her Attorney General campaign as a guarantee of future access.

Corruption, not sex, should be the focus of the campaign. However, as a feminist, Kamala still needs to explain how, at 28, she became Brown’s public mistress, at a time when he was (and still remains) married to Blanche, the mother of his three children.

Somewhat embarrassingly, during their affair, Kamala wanted nothing more than to be the First Lady of San Francisco. The couple split shortly after he was elected, but remained friends and Willie continued mentoring her.

Maybe the Vice President is not a good judge of character. At the age of 49, she was apparently swept off her feet by Doug Emhoff, whom she married after a short courtship. It now turns out that a few years prior to their introduction Emhoff impregnated the domestic help, after which his first wife divorced him.

There might be nothing extraordinary about that affair, but Kamala’s claim that she knows Trump’s type because she met them in the courtroom rings hollow. She is familiar with the type, of course, but madam prosecutor faced those kind of men in the bedroom.