It’s funny. The way he is dressed is pretty standard for an inner city black man, but step back and look at it and ask yourself if black men would dress like this if they hadn’t been programmed into it. He’s got long hair like a lady, and which would only make him vulnerable in a fight. He’s wearing bright colors like a woman peacocking her figure. His pants and jacket are two sizes too big, making him look like a kid playing dress up. The fabric looks silky and soft, like women’s clothing, and it poofs out like a dress. Everything is stamped with a corporate brand of ownership. He’s got this goofy oversized watch even though he probably has no set schedule, so it’s totally ostentatious. If he isn’t wearing it here, there’s a good chance he has multiple piercings, like a woman, and wears all sorts of jingly jangly jewelry, like a woman.

It’s almost like a humiliation ritual. Like there’s some scheming creeps in a boardroom thinking what other ridiculous, self-destructive, womanly thing they can sell to black men. Maybe mascara? All the toughest black dudes will start wearing cat eyes and glossing their lips?