Juggalos are what fans of the metal/rap band Insane Clown Posse call themselves. For five zany days, thousands of ICP fans head to Cave-in-Rock, Illinois for the annual Gathering of the Juggalos, where they chug Faygo, dance to bands (including of course Insane Clown Posse, Master P and the world’s most famous Michael Jackson impersonator), fornicate, ride Ferris wheels, and worry about infiltration by law enforcement. Along with bands, and unsanctioned mixed martial arts fighting, there’s a noontime barbecue in case you get tired of grilling pop tarts on a Hibachi.
Known for their scary clown make-up and um, unique style, Juggalos (and Juggalettes) are a “family” who love each other, but FBI saw them as something else, and spent 14 months investigating them. The agency released their report on a 14-month long investigation into the Juggalos who they had classified as a “gang.” Last year, Insane Clown Posse sued the FBI when the agency failed to fulfill a FOIA request for documents justifying the classification of band’s fans as a gang.
their own hand signs, slang, an anthem, and a pledge of allegiance to the ICP and their ideas.
(the same could be said about the Freemasons, but…).
Tonight’s guests, director Sean P. Dunne and producer Cass Greener, traveled to the Gathering of Juggalos and let the Juggalos and Juggalettes speak for themselves, in the 23 minute long film American Juggalo. What emerges is a slice of Americana, a group of people who have found “family” that accepts them no matter what; an idyllic Eden of fast food, carnival rides, drink, drugs, and loud, angry music. For some people this is Hell, for the Juggalos, it’s Heaven.