Yesterday, I was actually in Washington, D.C. for my neighbor's family reunion. However, as a fan of Twiztid, ICP, and the other acts of Psychopathic/MNE Records, I wanted to make an appearance at the Juggalo March. The March didn't start until 2, but I had downtime between 12:30 and 2 PM. I took a cab to the Lincoln Memorial, where the March would start, and introduced myself to some of the staff members. I explained that I could only stay for an hour because I was here for a reunion, but I wanted to show my love, chat with others, and take pictures. We all chatted for a good ten minutes and they were all very friendly. They let me take their pictures and agreed to a selfie.
Something one guy said to me really stood out: "it doesn't really matter if you can't stay for the whole thing or what t-shirt you are wearing [I felt bad that I didn't have a shirt], what matters is you are here and you're representing something you believe in. Much love, homie!" He and his girlfriend hugged me before I had to get back to the bus trip. It made me feel loved and welcomed, as did talking to others. That is one of the many reasons why I love the music and consider myself a Juggalette because I've always felt welcomed. It's hard to describe, but I feel a belonging and this March only strengthened my feelings.
When I was walking out of the African American Museum, I had an hour to get back to the bus. The Juggalo March marched down the National Mall and I had the opportunity to participate after all. I know I always say I don't get involved in these things, but it was D.C. and this is a cause I feel strongly about, that I did get involved. It felt great and it felt great to see Violent J march along with the others. I was chanting while taking pictures. I'm glad I went.
I also took pictures of the March on black and white film. Once I get the pictures developed, I will post the photos to my blog. I am also going to include this march in my yearly newsletter.