My friend in middle school bought a shirt from the skateshop. I want to say it was Black Label, but I could be wrong. There was no branding on it other than a small embroidered Soviet hammer and sickle. I was at his house and his Vietnam vet dad caught a glimpse of it and lost. his. goddamn. mind. This was BPSW era so the dust was still settling from the wall coming down, and even if it wasn’t I’d certainly imagine that his own experiences in the war were palpably fresh in his mind (he was a forward observer if I remember right). Neither my friend nor myself were emotionally or intellectually mature enough (also obv ill-informed 13 yr olds )to process the raw display of hurt and rage that this dude was blasting out in every direction. Ironically, out of all my friends dads, his closet was the most well-stocked (quantity and quality) with porno mags, so one might think he’d developed a self care practice that mellowed him out a little more than was actually the case. It was a really formative experience for me. I can’t say it pushed my own politics in a way that his dad would have appreciated, but it certainly helped me to inch towards seeing people (specifically people my parents age) as actual human beings in a complex and harsh world. Anyway, I assume any pro that’s ever done a product toss at a demo is a fellow traveler and a pinko commie spy.