Racist, racist, racist. It’s always the battle cry.
Frankly, I don’t care what the color of the posterior is. I just don’t want to have to see it. Period.
And it’s not a poor people thing. Many inner-city blacks wear starter jackets that cost hundreds of dollars. Typically the jackets are 4 or 5 sizes too big for the wearer with sleeves hanging 10 inches below the end of the fingers. “It’s, like, cool man.”.
I draw the line at telling people how they must dress. Besides, how a person dresses helps us judge a person so that we know better how to deal with him.
Nails through the eyebrow, pony tails, ear rings on men and “Buckwheat” pants with a baggy T-shirt that reaches down to the knees, are alarm bells that puts us on guard and tells us something about the person.