The conflation of the legitimate and peaceful expression of nationalist beliefs with acts of terrorism and other crimes

Friends that I had lost touch with years ago suddenly found me again.

“Anyway, I'm finna grab my strap 'cause I'm rolling witcho ass.” she threw the sheet from off her and jumped out of bed. “Are you serious, man?” he asked her as she walked past him, headed towards the closet. “Yep.

“Say hello to old Stanley,” he called as she pattered down the steps into the street, flung a babushka over her license plate and screeched away down Telegraph.