It was impossible to sleep because of the nonstop cannonade of fireworks outside the windows that went on well into the night.
The only time I’ve seen anything close to this was Christmas Eve in Managua.

One such show had window-rattling explosions happening literally 10m away from the window, lighting up the room red and white despite the curtains.
Apparently this area, along with North Manhattan, had the highest number of illegal fireworks complaints last year, vs a single one in all of North Brooklyn and Manhattan. Police used to respond to them, but it was controversial, so in last couple of years they stopped.

As I was failing to fall asleep, I was thinking of the reasons poor areas have substantial income to expend on fireworks, and rich areas don’t.

All I could think of was selfishness and machismo vs empathy, sense of community and consideration for others, which is surprising, since I would have expected the poor to have less of the former and more of the latter – but that is definitely not the case here. Although individualism is ostensibly an American value, according to trumpiots, so if that’s what they were celebrating, rattling many so the few could assert their manliness would be the most appropriate way to do so.