A Self-Proclaimed "Black, Hipster Juggalo" Explains Himself
Jun 7 2013
Photos by Clare O'Kane
I saw Insane Clown Posse perform at the Oakland Metro Opera House recently, and believe it or not, I had a good fucking time. It was nice to be around people going crazy and having fun without preening or being concerned with worrying about whether they were having the right kind of fun or if they were being judged. Everyone was getting wasted, dancing, and socializing. It was a refreshing change compared to the shows I usually go to, where apathetic people try their best to avoid talking to one another.
Holy shit, I thought to myself, maybe I can be a Juggalo. Then Violent J announced to his minions, “Last night there was way more titties in the crowd. You ladies got to step it up. Show some titties.” Well, let me think this over some more.
But my flirtation with the thought of becoming a Juggalo, however brief, got me thinking, Were there "ordinary" people like me who had taken the leap and gone all the way down with the clown? Surely not all Juggalos fit the mean-spirited stereotype of rednecks who huff glue in between shifts at shitty convenience marts and cut loose by flashing their saggy, pierced bodies at strangers for bottles of Faygo. There are likely millions of Juggalos, after all—some of them must be prosperous, white-collar types who've never stepped into a trailer park in their lives. Where were those Juggalos?
As I surveyed the sea of tattoos, clown makeup, and baggy jeans, as if on cue, I caught the eye of a tall African American gentleman wearing a V-neck shirt and skinny jeans who was clearly digging the concert. I had to talk to him, and ask him what he was doing there—maybe he could explain Juggalo-dom to me.
His name is Jamal, and he's a self-proclaimed "black, hipster Juggalo." He agreed to let me interview him, despite the potential embarrassment associated with letting the world know that he attends events where people spray soda on one another for fun.
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