We were in Texas, staying at this band's house called the Big Boys, and the Big Boys happened to be gay. Now we were budding Rastafarians, trying to find our way, some black kids from Washington, D.C. trying to seek out ourselves, spiritually. But we were young; we were all in our twenties. The Big Boys, they're thinking, in a frat boy-ish sort of way, that that's funny, like, "Let's tease them or do something to see what type of reactions we could get out of it because they're probably homophobic."
Daryl also talks about the increasingly stark racial divide in punk and hardcore:
I don't endorse shit like Afro-Punk or Black Rock Coalition; they know that I never really was into nothing like that because I'm into the youth, all kids, everybody. I don't discriminate. When the Beastie Boys came down and saw four black dudes from D.C. shredding this punk, and then when they see Cool C or the early rap days [and] they say they want to rap: "If the Bad Brains played punk, I can rap.