You do not need permission to be against fascism. You just need a spine, a crew, and something you can throw on when the group chat turns into a protest plan.

This baby tee is my fake-official badge for the people who know the threat is not abstract. The logo hits like a union seal that never asked a boss for approval: gear-ring peace symbol, megaphone, chains snapping, fists up. It looks like it has been through it because you have.

The best part is the customization. Put your neighborhood on it like you are claiming turf for equality, not for clout. Bushwick, Pilsen, Wicker Park, Echo Park, Oakland, South Philly, wherever you learned how to say no. Then pick a local number that means something: your area code, your zip, the year you woke up, the year you got arrested, the year you finally stopped being polite.

There is something powerful about seeing two strangers clock the same symbol across a train platform or outside a venue. Like, oh, you too. The International Union is imaginary and also very real, because it is made of people who show up. Strange Gang is just putting a nameplate on the feeling so we can find each other faster.

Style it like early 2000s parking lot chaos. Low-rise jeans, cargos, a beat-up mini skirt, boots that can handle a march, and sunglasses even when you are tired. It is a tiny silhouette with big intent, so it stacks under a jacket, hoodie, or flannel when the weather turns. The point is not fashion. The point is recognition.

If you are the type who knows the campus chants, this one is for you too. Wear it to a show near NYU, a late night walk past Columbia, a DePaul class you are pretending to care about, or a UT Austin coffee run before you go organize something that matters.

Make it a gift for your loudest friend. Make it a souvenir for yourself after you survive another season of propaganda and hate. Then keep moving.