text: I unironically went out in blackface that Halloween. In public, in a university town. I went so far as to shoot my hoodie one time and paint blood around the bullet holes, and attached skittles wrappers to it. My prop was a can of AZ watermelon drank. One person laughed and told me my costume was messed up with a grin on their face. I saw some blacks but oddly none messed with me. Perhaps they thought any cracka ass nigga crazy enough to go out in blackface would literally rape them in the middle of the sidewalk if given the chance to do so in self defense.