Strange Gang made this for the people who don’t do polite suffering. For the ones who are sick of watching harm get rebranded as “policy” and sold back to us like it’s normal.
The stacked "FUCK ICE" hits three times because one time never sticks. It looks scraped up, cracked, and overworked on purpose, like the truth after it’s been dragged through hearings, headlines, and your neighbor’s bad take.
This crewneck is regular fit, the kind you can live in without thinking too hard. Front print keeps it direct. Front & back print turns you into a walking signal flare, the kind that shuts down small talk before it starts.
It’s for the grocery run, the late-night flyer cut session, and the group chat that never sleeps. For the days you’re tired but still refusing to disappear.
Wear it to the places where your stomach drops and you show up anyway. Outside city hall. Outside the courthouse. On campus. In the parking lot after the meeting where everyone finally said the quiet part out loud and decided to move.
It belongs in Minneapolis, Portland, Los Angeles, Chicago, New York City, and every other street where people gather with water bottles, sharpie signs, and a plan. It belongs in D.C., Atlanta, Seattle, Philly, Oakland, Denver, Austin, and the smaller towns where showing up takes even more nerve.
This is for abolish ICE warriors, pro-immigration hearts, and the exhausted organizers who keep receipts, share resources, and make sure nobody gets left behind. It’s for the progressives who stopped waiting for permission to care. It’s for the friend who always texts “you good?” after the crowd disperses.
It’s not a costume. It’s a boundary. It’s a reminder that solidarity is a verb, not a sticker. You don’t wear this to look edgy. You wear it because you mean it, and because silence is never neutral.
Give it as a gift to the person who keeps showing up when it’s inconvenient. Keep it as a souvenir from the day you chose clarity over comfort. Then do the next right thing, again and again.
