When I was in 4th grade I used to draw swastikas on my books. I didn't really even know what they meant. It just felt "bad" and cool. I was so far removed from gas chambers and people suffering that it didn't really mean anything. (But it did get a reaction). It's like when people (like my wife) are obsessed with Jack The Ripper... I mean if you really knew Mary Kelly it would be different. (sorry Hattie, I know you knew her.)
I think this Alig thing is a bit like that.
I knew Angel. He was a friend. Michael murdered him. I can't see it the same way you do Brigitte. Sorry.
And as far as the "Cub Kid" scene...
Miss Understood is right 100%. Most of them were poor misguided immitations of what fiercely went before. Dressing up like a clown is not hard to do, really doing something is. A few of those kids have become butterflies (Walt Paper, Richie Rich, James St. James) but most stayed caterpillars. They just never really got it. When we started Jackie 60 we had a no club kid door policy. I remember talking to Michael Musto about it. He liked them, "At least they look interesting". To me there was no "there" there. I hated them. Anyway, we did a night called "Silence Of The Lunchpails: Have the It Twins stopped screaming yet?" It was a take off on "Silence of the Lambs" where a club kid is a mad serial killer. For the invitation I morphed Michael Alig's head onto the film's butterfly logo. The main character was called Gila (as in monster, as in Alig spelled backward) Michael Musto came up with it. We roped off the front door with yellow police murder scene tape and drew a chalk outline of a body holding a lunchpail on the sidewalk. You had to step over it to get in. It was sick. We had no idea that in a few years it would come to pass.
I understand the public's fascination with the story. It's just too close for me. I just can't see Michael or the Club Kids as genius.