So I read Born A Crime by Trevor Noah. It’s a memoir about his childhood in apartheid South Africa and it’s a beautiful love letter to his mother who, by any standard, is the epitome of strength, courage, and wisdom.
This collection of essays pairs well with the discography of Lucky Dube, an artist who radiated pure love and consciousness. I feel that listening to his music after reading Born A Crime really captures the time period as apartheid started to crumble, instead of just remembering the awfulness of the law, Dube helps us remember that love always prevails. And I also paired this read with a reference to Steve Biko’s Black Consciousness in South Africa. It’s the activist’s last public statement while on trial in the 1976 and reading about Biko’s efforts helped me to put into perspective Trevor Noah’s existence on the continuum. As Biko says, “The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”
Reading Born A Crime is a wonderful experience of one man’s reflection on a childhood that taught him invaluable lessons, a country that shaped him to become citizen of the world, and a mother whose love illuminated him to be a light in the world. It’s absolutely a joy to read his words, and if we receive the gift of Noah’s words, let’s hope that our future is filled more with more silences that bring us together.