This hoodie isn’t playing dress-up. It’s not trying to be palatable. Our ACAB hoodie exists because some of us are done asking nicely. Because cops don’t need more funding, they need accountability. And sometimes the only honest response left is to put it on a sweatshirt and wear it like armor. The flaming police cruiser isn’t a joke. It’s not abstract. It’s a real, visceral symbol of what happens when systems rot from the inside and people have nothing left to lose.

This is for the ones who show up in the streets, even when the cameras leave. For the ones who know what tear gas tastes like. For the ones who ran from riot shields, patched each other up, shouted back, and kept going. It’s for the folks who’ve lost friends to broken systems and been told to stay calm about it. It’s for community defenders, abolitionists, radical organizers, and anyone who’s ever looked a cop in the eye and refused to flinch.

This sweatshirt is a refusal to normalize brutality, to pretend the uniform makes someone noble, to act like we haven’t seen what happens when power gets handed a weapon and a badge. You don’t wear this to blend in, you wear it to say: I see what’s happening and I’m not pretending it’s okay. It’s a message broadcast loud to anyone who gets it and louder to the ones who don’t.

This is not for fence-sitters. This is not for “bad apples” apologists. This is for people who know the whole tree is rotten. If it gets you profiled, questioned, followed, or kicked out of brunch? Great. It’s doing what it’s supposed to. Rage is valid. Outrage is fuel. And solidarity isn’t silent. Some of us aren’t here to make peace. We’re here to make noise until the walls come down.