From the Archive - Bruce & Brandon Lee, Seattle Washington
Looking for Asian America: An Ethnocentric Tour (2001 - 2002)
I remember when I first heard the news. It shocked me more than any other famous death—even more than Lennon’s, because Bruce’s mortality was intertwined with my own. There was nobody else in the cultural landscape that so embodied my post-puberty fantasy of myself.
It was the first summer after graduating from high school and I was making good money cooking at my brother’s restaurant, the Chinese Lantern in Duluth, Minnesota. Everything seemed possible. Not too long after, a girl I was interested in told me in a suggestive way that Bruce Lee was her favorite movie star. It was the most seductive thing she could have said to me. Years later I was playing pick-up basketball with some people I didn’t know and one guy kept calling me Bruce. I wanted to punch him.