A new Cadillac de Ville was the status car in black neighborhoods in the late 1950s. The Cadillac Escalante seems to play the same role fifty years later. I can’t resist telling a popular joke from 1959 that I remember vividly.
A Negro walks into a Cadillac dealership, sits in the driver’s seat of a floor model and lights a big cigar. The car is a bright yellow convertible and the man is wearing a purple hat, green feather in the brim with a deep orange suit and a mauve satin tie. (This clothing description is meant to tell the listener that the man is a pimp.) When a salesman walks over to ask the question, "How do you like it?" the man with the purple hat and cigar replies with a question, "Tell me, does this make me look too much like a Jew?"