Some people collect postcards. We collect proof.

This shirt is a wearable receipt that says you were there, you noticed, you picked a side, and you didn’t shrink yourself to make anyone comfortable. It’s anti-fascist. It’s a protest design. It’s for the people who don’t treat equality like a personality trait and then clock out when it’s inconvenient.

The badge says International Union of Anti Fascists because the problem travels. The solution travels too. The artwork is a distressed emblem with a megaphone, broken chains, and raised fists, and the best part is the part you control: your location and your local chapter number. Area code. Zip code. A year that still burns. Your neighborhood name. Your city. Your country. Your own private joke that only your crew understands. It’s your chapter. Put it on the record.

Chicago hits different when you’ve walked out near DePaul, cut through Pilsen, met up in Hyde Park, and watched the lakefront turn into a corridor of signs. Brooklyn hits different when your route is Bushwick to Bed-Stuy to Crown Heights and you can feel the whole borough listening. Austin is its own kind of loud with UT nearby and a state government that keeps trying to dare people into silence. Queens, the Bronx, Oakland, Philly, Seattle, Minneapolis, anywhere the streets teach faster than the news does.

And yeah, universities matter here, because campuses are where a lot of people learn what power looks like up close. Where the first teach-in happens. Where someone hands you a flyer and your life gets rearranged. UCLA, Columbia, NYU, University of Washington, Temple, UIC, UT, Howard. The names change, the tension doesn’t.

This isn’t generic merch. It’s a flag you can wear under a jacket, to a show, to a mutual aid run, to a neighborhood meeting, to the grocery store when you’re done explaining yourself. It’s a gift for the friend who never shuts up when it counts. It’s a souvenir from the city that made you sharper.

Pick your place. Pick your number. Join the union.