In spite of a non-stop influx of young white people being funneled into the neighborhood, Bushwick is still very much a melting pot (please forgive the term) of cultures.The sudden epidemic of World Cup fever, which seems to have hit those with an Anglican heritage pretty hard this year, makes it seem almost as though Caucasians had never even heard of the World Cup until now.
Clinging to an ethnic background of any kind in order to seem not quite so “less than” in the eyes of other races, World Cup enthusiasts like Billy Noface told The Burning Bush, “I’m pretty sure I had a great great great great great aunt who was from Uruguay. So that’s who I’m rooting for tonight.” While some suffer from which team to cheer on at bars like Tutu’s and the Pine Box, others with more than one nationality in their background have developed almost schizophrenic tendencies–leading to an even greater backlog at Woodhull.
The worst case The Burning Bush spoke to was Susino Marzipaninomann. An Italian/Iraqi/Israeli/Croatian blend, she struggled the most to share her emotions about the World Cup. “I want Italy, I mean… I just… I want… soccer.” With the final game airing July 13th, identity crises are liable to balloon to the size of a Doha Bank soccer ball by the time this is all over.
Written by Genna Rivieccio