Trump came to Chicago like he owned it. Talked about sending in troops. Called us chaos. Tried to fold our name into his campaign like a threat. But Chicago doesn’t serve fascists. We fight them. And this hoodie and crewneck carry that refusal right on the chest. Four red stars. Two blue bars. And below it, the words No Kings No Masters. A simple sentence that punches louder than any speech.

This isn’t a statement piece. It’s a battle layer. Midweight and regular fit so you can move through protest crowds, locked doorways, and frozen streets without flinching. You wear it when city government shakes hands with billionaires. You wear it when cops get more money and schools get less. You wear it because Trump’s version of order always meant violence, and you still remember.

Strange Gang built this for people who don’t get quiet just because the presidency changed. For the organizers watching mayors quote activists while backing evictions. For the neighbors who built their own networks when the feds failed. For everyone who saw authoritarianism try to wear a red hat and said no louder than ever.

You don’t need a flag to be patriotic. You need memory. You need clarity. You need a hoodie or crewneck that doesn’t lie. This one doesn’t pretend there’s peace when there isn’t. It doesn’t respect power just because it’s loud. It’s worn by people who know that “law and order” meant more cops in schools and fewer places to breathe.

Wear it into meetings. Wear it in red counties. Wear it in courtrooms and community centers. Wear it when your city gets misquoted. No Kings No Masters isn’t just a phrase; it’s a wall, a shield, a warning. This flag belongs to the people who keep showing up. This shirt belongs to them too.