What a book. Trevor Noah is a comedian from South Africa, he lived there during the aftermath of apartheid. His mother grew up in the heat of it. His father was a white man from Switzerland who met his mother at an illegal underground club. White people were not supposed to be with black people but they rebelled. When Trevor was born, he was literally born a crime as it was illegal for his parents to be together. He had to hide who his father really was.
This memoir takes you through Trevor’s childhood, and it was not an easy childhood. His skin was lighter than all the other black kids in his neighbourhood and that got him into trouble. But it also made him more acceptable to the white people. This book is an examination of the construct of race and how stupid racism is. Trevor was once hanging out with his black friends and they got arrested by the police, they asked where he lived and because he lived in a more white neighbourhood the cops decided he was white and asked him why he was hanging out with these rough black kids, and they let him go. Other times he would get beat on by black kids because he was too light skinned.
Trevor grew up in turmoil, his mother raised him with a back hand and a bible. He speaks about his mother so warmly and lovingly despite how often he talks about getting beat and lectured about God. I think the reason I love memoirs so much is because I can experience things that I never would have. I am looking forward to learning more about Trevor Noah because he has done so much already by 37. I watched his Netflix comedy special Son of Patricia and it was really funny.