I am Bruce Lee
<p>One night when I was about twelve years old my mother and father took us to the Kokusai theater in Seattle’s International District for the typical Monday night Chinese film program. It was the early 70’s. I hoped it was not another sappy tearjerker or silly comedy. I lived for the sword and sorcery movies.</p>
<p>A movie came on that changed my life forever. It was an early Bruce Lee film, “The Big Boss.” When Bruce Lee came on the screen, an electricity shot through the theater and a collective epiphany took place. Here was a man, a marvel, a charismatic, humorous, wise and honorable lethal weapon who righted wrongs and kicked the shit out of people doing it. And he did it with style. Soon the entire audience was cheering wildly at the screen. Kids like me were standing in the aisles jumping up and down. Mothers were trying to control their sons who in that moment discovered our masculinity and what it could mean to be Chinese and be respected and yes, even feared.</p>
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