i love it when groups of americans deliberately distance themselves from successful habits such as decent grammar, literacy, grooming, hygiene, etc., and also deliberately make up 'different' slang, and dress in different 'code clothes' (i.e. pants on the ground, dewrags (sp?), hoodies, whatever), as a uniform representing their refusal to be like mainstream middle class america, and then get mad when other groups treat them as their code uniform suggests they should.
'code clothes' are universal. for instance, in high school - goths all had to wear black everything and anti establishment slogans and take the same drugs and listen to the same music and hang out in the same places. Their uniform reflected how they were treated by other goths - no uni- no hanging out with the goths! And same with the preppies. and the FFA crowd. and the ....whatever.
As grown ups, it is still the same. Clean up and wear a nice suit, speak decently, and you will be treated one way in the general public. Generally with respect, no matter who you are.
Put a comb in your hair, wear ragged jeans with your ass hanging out, a dirty wife beater, gangsta rap hoodie, and air jordans untied, with a rag - well, you won't be treated the same, no matter who you are or what color you are.
Then they act surprised and shocked when people from other groups also tend to treat them like members of the group whose code uniform they are wearing.
the New Amerika is even more amazing, now they get to demand that everyone has to wear their 'code clothes' and speak their 'deliberately different' slang!
Except when they dont like it, then its 'cultural appropriation'
what a time to be alive.
*disclaimer - i went to an almost all black elementary and all my friends at one point were black... then i went to SA... then i went to recently desegregated texas middle school.... then A&M, and then i went to kansas city - home of 'liberal' scumbags with 'obama' yard signs all over their completely and totally segregated white neighborhoods, that would never, ever, ever, speak to their few black neighbors on the end of the street, ever, period -- and were pissed that we made friends of them.