When I was a kid, I spent half my childhood with black kids from the westside and southside of Chicago. If I didn’t wear baggy clothes and sag my pants, I got called country, and the black kids whipped my ass. I hated being called country more than anything, because I was from the Southside of Chicago and not the country. And I didn’t exactly like getting my ass whipped, so…I didn’t understand why I sagged my pants and grabbed my genitals, but I did until I moved to Wheaton, Illinois, which wasn’t exactly the country but a lot closer. I’ll never forget being asked why I dressed and talked black and told I was white for the first time like I didn’t know.