In Da Club: The No N!gg@s DressCode

“When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it’s 20 knives in the club” — In Da Club, by 50 Cent

Last week my greatest fear happened: the first time my wife would be confronted with racism. I am married to a white woman. Last week my family received treatment that my wife identified as racism. This was the first time she has ever reached the conclusion that the disparate treatment our family experienced was caused by the moral failings of others. I had always feared this day. I know my wife’s temper and her passion for justice. She is very laidback unless it comes to her daughter and mother, and now me. My wife has a strain of militancy rooted in her cerebral palsy. She has been an advocate for all people with disabilities. Forged in the fire of the oppressed and now presented with obvious signs of racial discrimination, my wife went full white woman on a gang of white people and it was glorious.

This is a story of what happened and my revenge. I know I can’t boycott the establishment because they don’t want people like me in there. Accordingly, the only thing I can do is turn that place into a black establishment and watch all of their white customers never come back. They have now forced me to niggerfy their restaurant, in order to learn a lesson. They are about to learn why white nightclubs have dress codes that they only enforce against black people. Too many black people in your establishment and it gets…