Born a Crime
I finished Trevor Noah’s memoir this week: Born A Crime. It’s been on my reading list for a long time, and I enjoyed it immensely.
Trevor Noah is a comedian, and he writes about growing up mixed-race in apartheid and post-apartheid South Africa, where his very existence was literally illegal.
He explores how poverty, violence, identity, and an extraordinary bond with his mother shaped him into the person he became.
It made me reflect on a few things:
Be curious about the past, not just the present. So much can be learned by taking the time to hear stories from our loved ones about their childhood — it can help us connect the dots about what made them who they are today.
Belonging is an eternal journey. Noah writes about being “colored”. He struggled to find his people in South Africa; few groups would accept him. Finding your people is a winding path. “I was everywhere with everybody, but at the same time, I was all by myself.”
Humor and faith can go far. Growing up, Trevor and his mother, Patricia, endured extremely difficult circumstances. From eating caterpillars to dodging gang violence, the only antidote to that was their attitude and belief. He recounts how his mom always brought levity and a prayer to the situation — and that carried them through every rough patch.
Highly recommend a read (or listen to the audiobook - narrated by Trevor Noah himself!)
