I black. You, me, same!
By Jason Lim He might be better remembered as the tiny guy yelling, “Do you know, do you know, do you know?” in Nike commercials with Michael Jordan, but Spike Lee provided one of the most seminal moments of my youth growing up in New York City. His movie, “Do the Right Thing,” drove home, for the first time in my life, a dawning awareness that there were tensions among the various ethnic communities in the melting pot. No, it was more fundamental than that. It made me realize that there was more to the world than my family and school friends. That there were other people around me who were invisible to me until then. I still remember cringing in my theater seat as Sonny, the Korean grocer in “Do the Right Thing,” tried to hold off the angry mob with a broom by shouting in a quivering voice, "I no white! I black! You, me, same! We same!" The mob backed off in the movie, more out of pity than anything else. I cringed then because even I didn’t believe Sonny when he said that “I black. You, me, same!” I knew that I certainly wasn’t white, but, then again, I wasn’t black
