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Updated: 13 AUG 19 09:34 ET

By S. Mitra Kalita, CNN

(CNN) -- There's a scene in the new movie "Blinded by the Light" where British protesters harass and assault a Pakistani family on their way to a wedding. Their teenage son is nowhere to be found; he's off buying Springsteen tickets.

I watched it unfold and began to sob. Not at the racism, as awful as it was, but seeing myself in a teen who turned a blind eye to all his parents endured in pursuit of happiness. As the film's eponymous song goes: "Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Oh, but mama, that's where the fun is."

It's not surprising that Gurinder Chadha's film evokes such recognition among my generation, born to post-World War II immigrants, now reaching middle age and raising children of our own. It joins a growing genre of Asian-American movies with old world-new world tensions at their heart: "The Farewell," "Meet the Patels," "Crazy Rich Asians," "Always Be My Maybe" and Chadha's own sleeper, "Bend it Like Beckham."

Timing is everything, though, and my hope is that a broader audience sees this movie -- shot almost entirely in Britain -- for what it actually is: an ode to America. I saw the movie the week President Trump made his "go back" comments, and it contextualizes both his point of view and the hurt with which it lands.

"Blinded by the Light" tells the story of Javed, the son of Pakistani immigrants -- his mother works as a seamstress and his father loses his job in an auto factory. Javed turns to poetry to both capture and escape his 1987 suburban British existence; his hometown of Luton, he writes, "is a four-letter word."

All around him, tensions flare. Skinheads taunt him on the way home from school and there's the broader political backdrop of Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's re-election bid. The Iron Lady was not known for rolling out a welcome mat to the Commonwealth's former subjects. She once explained, "People are really rather afraid that this country might be rather swamped by people with a different culture."

It is a Sikh classmate who hands Javed a cassette tape of Bruce Springsteen. Javed gets hooked, as if the Boss -- a continent and several cultures away -- uniquely understands his pain. He becomes obsessed with lyrics about class struggle and identity, so far from the expectations of Pakistani and British society. And through this a portrait of the hardscrabble American dream emerges, along with Javed's yearning to be a part of it.

We know the feeling of being trapped in the middle

In 1988, a year after the setting of this movie, I moved to Springsteen's native New Jersey. The state is a frequent muse and backdrop to his songs, and rightfully so. My parents emigrated from India to the US in the early 1970s and I have lived all over -- Puerto Rico, New Delhi, New York City, Los Angeles, Washington, D.C.

Editor's note: S. Mitra Kalita is the senior vice president for news, opinion and programming for CNN Digital. She is the author of two books, including one about Indian immigrants in New Jersey.