For the longest time in America, getting a tattoo was predominantly a white thing. Not because other ethnicities were too classy to get butterfly tats on their lower backs but because the biker-friendly, working-class tattoo artists of yore were just as racist as the next white guy. Minorities and women simply weren't welcome on both sides of the scary needle machine. But that changed when one African American woman stood up and declared that from now on, everyone, no matter the color of their skin, would enjoy the privileged mistake of getting a tattoo of a skeleton flipping off a judge.