Miles Turner Character Analysis

Black and White always look good. A lot of it has to do with the light. They’re the heroes. They get hero lighting, designed to hit their faces just right. Designed to hit White’s face just right, anyway.

GREEN (turns to you) You speak English well.

GENERIC ASIAN MAN Thank you.

TURNER Really well. It’s almost like you don’t have an accent.

Shit. Right. You forgot to do the accent.

“I’m working with them now. This could be good.”

“Happy for you,” he says. He looks skeptical. Worried.

No. But you’re going along with it. Look where we are. Look what you made yourself into. Working your way up the system doesn’t mean you beat the system. It strengthens it. It’s what the system depends on.

Are you doing the right thing? Something about this feels wrong.

But this is Black and White. They let you have a part. You can’t stop now.

You look at your dad. He shifts his eyes away, and you know in that moment that he is disappointed. But he won’t ever say it. You’ll never talk about it again. He’s gone, slipped back into Old Asian Man. He’s not going to make the choice for you. It’s your role to play.

KAREN You wanted them to find you.

KUNG FU DAD I wanted them to find us.

But at the same time, I’m guilty, too. Guilty of playing this role. Letting it define me. Internalizing the role so completely that I’ve lost track of where reality starts and the performance begins. And letting that define how I see other people. I’m as guilty of it as anyone. Fetishizing Black people and their coolness. Romanticizing White women. Wishing I were a White man. Putting myself into this category.

“Hey,” Turner says. Off-script.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you say.

Turner smiles. “Yeah, man. I know.”

Black and White always look good. A lot of it has to do with the light. They’re the heroes. They get hero lighting, designed to hit their faces just right. Designed to hit White’s face just right, anyway.

GREEN (turns to you) You speak English well.

GENERIC ASIAN MAN Thank you.

TURNER Really well. It’s almost like you don’t have an accent.

Shit. Right. You forgot to do the accent.

“I’m working with them now. This could be good.”

“Happy for you,” he says. He looks skeptical. Worried.

No. But you’re going along with it. Look where we are. Look what you made yourself into. Working your way up the system doesn’t mean you beat the system. It strengthens it. It’s what the system depends on.

Are you doing the right thing? Something about this feels wrong.

But this is Black and White. They let you have a part. You can’t stop now.

You look at your dad. He shifts his eyes away, and you know in that moment that he is disappointed. But he won’t ever say it. You’ll never talk about it again. He’s gone, slipped back into Old Asian Man. He’s not going to make the choice for you. It’s your role to play.

KAREN You wanted them to find you.

KUNG FU DAD I wanted them to find us.

But at the same time, I’m guilty, too. Guilty of playing this role. Letting it define me. Internalizing the role so completely that I’ve lost track of where reality starts and the performance begins. And letting that define how I see other people. I’m as guilty of it as anyone. Fetishizing Black people and their coolness. Romanticizing White women. Wishing I were a White man. Putting myself into this category.

“Hey,” Turner says. Off-script.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you say.

Turner smiles. “Yeah, man. I know.”