Except it’s not just about pizza. She’s upset about her mother’s soft, too-pleasant smile, and her father’s frictionless friendliness. She hates that she suddenly has “friends” she neither knows nor trusts, and even that the racists are just ordinary hateful people instead of fitting into Staten’s unique brand of pro-Wu-Tang anti-Blackness. She hates that the shoreline scent has gone rotten, and that the island’s unique, iconic, weird-but-delicious food is being remade into something… normal.
