Gavin McInnes walks around New York in a Trump t-shirt

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Shortly after arriving at the house, I set out to a rough neighborhood nearby to rent a trailer from U-Haul. A black man who was sitting on a stoop gave a nod and a supportive laugh. He looked like he had been hanging drywall all day but had one foot in a cast and the other one wrapped in so many bandages and bags it was almost spherical. He asked me where I got my shirt and I said the website line again. Most of the reactions fit into some kind of general pattern about American demographics, but this one was a curveball. Shortly after, we got back to the norm as a Mexican man standing by a U-Haul trailer gave me the most aggressive look of the past 24 hours. He took off his wraparound shades and rested them on his gelled hair, seemingly unaware of how both things gave away his status as an illegal alien. I stared back and we had one of those stupid moments men have where both sides know they’re not going to fight but they want to pretend they might because, well, just because.

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