
In the 21st century, immigrants are still coming to Dorchester, and maybe also still moving on. In general, the bars on Dorchester Avenue are noticeably less seedy. They’re also less cloistered, and patrons at the Blarney Stone--with utmost civility and enthusiasm-- could reach out to Dorchester Avenue and almost touch the parade. As these processions go, there could be better pacing, and maybe more precision displays by marching bands. But it’s hard to compete with the display of diversity, from Irish step dancers to the Cape Verdean youth group from St. Peter’s, the Vietnamese lion dancers, Estrellas Tropicales, and Caribbean contingents in masquerade.
As with carnival, there is an element of dressing up and playing a part—“playing mas.” Cultural and ethnic traditions are dramatized, even celebrated, but there are also closeness and intermingling. And some of the suiting up refers to life in the neighborhood, especially for the local color guards and the highly competitive Pop Warner football team. If the pageantry is too utopian to be true, it’s also a bit unusual. Instead of hearkening back to historical grandeur, there’s almost a nostalgia for the future. And there’s a striking correspondence between the variety of people who pass by a given point and what they see looking back as they go down the avenue.
Parade highlights on multimedia.