Cardboard Boxes and Designer Lies

How Infantilization, Gangster Chic, and Drake’s Fake Hood Poison Culture

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I said I wouldn’t write this on eggshells, and I meant it. I am melanin‑deprived, Irish by ancestry, someone who has never had a tan in his life unless it came from a bottle. If being white supposedly disqualifies me from saying what follows, then so be it. If my pallor disqualifies me from speaking, then so be it; but gag rules on truth are the narrowest minds at work.

Of course, there is racism. Do we walk in another’s shoes? Can I deeply understand racism? Yes, no, and no. But the dose is the poison, and the agency‑destroying toxin of w…