Green Book, which won the 2019 Oscar for Best Picture, tells a story between an African American pianist Donald Shirley (a man with black skin) and his driver Tony(a man with white skin). Here is one of the best GREEN-BOOK parts in the movie.
(Tony and Donald were put in prison because Tony tried to stop two police officers who forced Donald to get off the car and stand in the rain. Finally, they got out of prison.)
Donald: You shouldn't have hit him.
Tony: I didn't like the way he was treating you, making you stand out in the rain like that.
Donald: Please, you hit him because of what he called you. I' we had toendurethat kind of talk my whole life. You should be able totakeit for at least one night.
Tony: What? I can't get mad at that stuff he was saying ' because I'm not black? Christ, I'm blacker than you.
Donald: Excuse me?
Tony: You don't know about your own people! What they eat, how they talk, how they live. You don't even know who Little Richard is!
Donald: Oh, so knowing who Little Richard is makes you blacker than me? Oh, Tony, I wish you could hear yourself sometimes. You wouldn't talk so much.
Tony: I know exactly who I am. I'm the guy who's lived in the same Neighborhood in the Bronx my whole life, with my mother, my father, my brother, and now my wife and kids. That's it. That's who I am. I'm the one who has to work every day to put food on the table. You? Mr. Big Shot? You live on top of a castle traveling around the world doing concerts for rich people. I live on the streets. You sit on a throne (王座). So yeah, my world is way blacker than yours!
Donald: Yes, I live in a castle! Tony! Alone! And rich white people pay me to play the, piano for them, because it makes them feel educated. But as soon as 1 step off that stage I go right back to being just another nigger (黑人) to them. Because that is their true culture. And I suffer that slight (轻蔑) alone, because I'm not accepted by my own people because I'm not like them either! So if I'm not black enough, and if I'm not white enough…then tell me.
Tony, what am I?