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

Garrick McFadden
10 min readNov 17, 2022

“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 labeled as a ghetto club.

Well, my goal is to turn an all-white restaurant into a ghetto restaurant all because they discriminated against my family.

Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash

My daughter had just completed her last acting class of the year. To celebrate we wanted to take her to a world-famous pizza restaurant. If you have Netflix, you know the restaurant. It had been at least a decade since I had eaten at this location, the original one. As advertised the wait for a table was three hours. We went over to another property owned by the company and ordered drinks and food in order to wait it out. My wife was famished. When she is hungry she is prone to fits of anger. A hungry wife is a testy wife and she does not suffer fools.

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Garrick McFadden

I am a civil-rights attorney. I write about #whiteness, #racism, #hiphop, policing & politics. https://gamesqlaw.com/index.php/thoughts/