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An encounter John Kiriakou described in July 2026 as a measure of how far his late-career fame had spread: walking down Fifth Avenue in New York, a bus pulled up, a boy of about thirteen shouted his name in Italian, and sixty-five Italian middle schoolers ran off the bus. The selfies took half an hour.
The Italian schoolchildren is an incident John Kiriakou recounted at the end of a broadcast in July 2026, having spent part of the previous week in New York meeting people who watch his show.[1]
What happened
He was walking down Fifth Avenue when a bus pulled up and its door opened. A boy of about thirteen shouted, in Italian, “Mo, John Kiriakou” — and sixty-five Italian middle schoolers ran off the bus.[1] It took him half an hour to finish the selfies.[2]
What he takes from it
Kiriakou’s own comment is about the age of the crowd rather than its size: “even people at that age are watching this show.”[2]
The encounter belongs to the same phenomenon as the 2026 viral wave — an audience that is not merely large but younger than his material, and in this case not American either. He follows the story with the thanks he attaches to it, that the show exists only because of the people watching it, and the joke he says is not entirely a joke: that without them he and his team would be living in the back seat of their cars in a Walmart car park.[2]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
