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Copyright © 2016 by Trevor Noah All rights reserved Published in the United States by Spiegel & Grau, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York SPIEGEL & GRAU and Design is a registered trademark of Penguin Random House LLC Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Noah, Trevor, author Title: Born a crime: stories from a South African childhood / by Trevor Noah Description: First edition | New York : Spiegel & Grau, 2016 Identifiers: LCCN 2016031399| ISBN 9780399588174 | ISBN 9780399590443 (international) | ISBN 9780399588181 (ebook) Subjects: LCSH: Noah, Trevor | Comedians— United States—Biography | Comedians—South Africa—Biography | Television personalities— United States—Biography Classification: LCC PN2287.N557 A3 2016 | DDC 791.4502/8092 [B]—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016031399 Ebook ISBN 9780399588181 spiegelandgrau.com Book design by Susan Turner, adapted for ebook Cover design: Greg Mollica Cover image: Mark Stutzman, based on a photograph by Kwaku Alston (Trevor Noah); Getty Images (background) v4.1 ep Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Immorality Act, 1927 Part I Chapter 1: Run Chapter 2: Born a Crime Chapter 3: Trevor, Pray Chapter 4: Chameleon Chapter 5: The Second Girl Chapter 6: Loopholes Chapter 7: Fufi Chapter 8: Robert Part II Chapter 9: The Mulberry Tree Chapter 10: A Young Man’s Long, Awkward, Occasionally Tragic, and Frequently Humiliating Education in Affairs of the Heart, Part I: Valentine’s Day Chapter 11: Outsider Chapter 12: A Young Man’s Long, Awkward, Occasionally Tragic, and Frequently Humiliating Education in Affairs of the Heart, Part II: The Crush Chapter 13: Colorblind Chapter 14: A Young Man’s Long, Awkward, Occasionally Tragic, and Frequently Humiliating Education in Affairs of the Heart, Part III: The Dance Part III Chapter 15: Go Hitler! Chapter 16: The Cheese Boys Chapter 17: The World Doesn’t Love You Chapter 18: My Mother’s Life Dedication Acknowledgments About the Author IMMORALITY ACT, 1927 To prohibit illicit carnal intercourse between Europeans and natives and other acts in relation thereto B E IT ENACTED by the King’s Most Excellent Majesty, the Senate and the House of Assembly of the Union of South Africa, as follows:— Any European male who has illicit carnal intercourse with a native female, and any native male who has illicit carnal intercourse with a European female…shall be guilty of an offence and liable on conviction to imprisonment for a period not exceeding five years Any native female who permits any European male to have illicit carnal intercourse with her and any European female who permits any native male to have illicit carnal intercourse with her shall be guilty of an offence and liable on conviction to imprisonment for a period not exceeding four years… I sat close by her bed, holding her hand, waiting and watching her breathe, a flood of thoughts going through my mind I was still afraid I was going to lose her I was angry at myself for not being there, angry at the police for all the times they didn’t arrest Abel I told myself I should have killed him years ago, which was ridiculous to think because I’m not capable of killing anyone, but I thought it anyway I was angry at the world, angry at God Because all my mom does is pray If there’s a fan club for Jesus, my mom is definitely in the top 100, and this is what she gets? After an hour or so of waiting, she opened her unbandaged eye The second she did, I lost it I started bawling She asked for some water and I gave her a cup, and she leaned forward a bit to sip through the straw I kept bawling and bawling and bawling I couldn’t control myself “Shh,” she said “Don’t cry, baby Shhhhh Don’t cry.” “How can I not cry, Mom? You almost died.” “No, I wasn’t going to die I wasn’t going to die It’s okay I wasn’t going to die.” “But I thought you were dead.” I kept bawling and bawling “I thought I’d lost you.” “No, baby Baby, don’t cry Trevor Trevor, listen Listen to me Listen.” “What?” I said, tears streaming down my face “My child, you must look on the bright side.” “What? What are you talking about, ‘the bright side’? Mom, you were shot in the face There is no bright side.” “Of course there is Now you’re officially the best-looking person in the family.” She broke out in a huge smile and started laughing Through my tears, I started laughing, too I was bawling my eyes out and laughing hysterically at the same time We sat there and she squeezed my hand and we cracked each other up the way we always did, mother and son, laughing together through the pain in an intensivecare recovery room on a bright and sunny and beautiful day W hen my mother was shot, so much happened so quickly We were only able to piece the whole story together after the fact, as we collected all the different accounts from everyone who was there Waiting around at the hospital that day, we had so many unanswered questions, like, What happened to Isaac? Where was Isaac? We only found out after we found him and he told us When Andrew sped off with my mom, leaving the four-year-old alone on the front lawn, Abel walked over to his youngest, picked him up, put the boy in his car, and drove away As they drove, Isaac turned to his dad “Dad, why did you kill Mom?” he asked, at that point assuming, as we all did, that my mom was dead “Because I’m very unhappy,” Abel replied “Because I’m very sad.” “Yeah, but you shouldn’t kill Mom Where are we going now?” “I’m going to drop you off at your uncle’s house.” “And where are you going?” “I’m going to kill myself.” “But don’t kill yourself, Dad.” “No, I’m going to kill myself.” The uncle Abel was talking about was not a real uncle but a friend He dropped Isaac off with this friend and then he drove off He spent that day and went to everyone, relatives and friends, and said his goodbyes He even told people what he had done “This is what I’ve done I’ve killed her, and I’m now on the way to kill myself Goodbye.” He spent the whole day on this strange farewell tour, until finally one of his cousins called him out “You need to man up,” the cousin said “This is the coward’s way You need to turn yourself in If you were man enough to this, you have to be man enough to face the consequences.” Abel broke down and handed his gun over to the cousin, the cousin drove him to the police station, and Abel turned himself in He spent a couple of weeks in jail, waiting for a bail hearing We filed a motion opposing bail because he’d shown that he was a threat Since Andrew and Isaac were still minors, social workers started getting involved We felt like the case was open-and-shut, but then one day, after a month or so, we got a call that he’d made bail The great irony was that he got bail because he told the judge that if he was in jail, he couldn’t earn money to support his kids But he wasn’t supporting his kids— my mom was supporting the kids So Abel was out The case slowly ground its way through the legal system, and everything went against us Because of my mother’s miraculous recovery, the charge was only attempted murder And because no domestic violence charges had ever been filed in all the times my mother had called the police to report him, Abel had no criminal record He got a good lawyer, who continued to lean on the court about the fact that he had children at home who needed him The case never went to trial Abel pled guilty to attempted murder He was given three years’ probation He didn’t serve a single day in prison He kept joint custody of his sons He’s walking around Johannesburg today, completely free The last I heard he still lives somewhere around Highlands North, not too far from my mom — The final piece of the story came from my mom, who could only tell us her side after she woke up She remembered Abel pulling up and pointing the gun at Andrew She remembered falling to the ground after getting shot in the ass Then Abel came and stood over her and pointed his gun at her head She looked up and looked at him straight down the barrel of the gun Then she started to pray, and that’s when the gun misfired Then it misfired again Then it misfired again, and again She jumped up, shoved him away, and ran for the car Andrew leapt in beside her and she turned the ignition and then her memory went blank To this day, nobody can explain what happened Even the police didn’t understand Because it wasn’t like the gun didn’t work It fired, and then it didn’t fire, and then it fired again for the final shot Anyone who knows anything about firearms will tell you that a 9mm handgun cannot misfire in the way that gun did But at the crime scene the police had drawn little chalk circles all over the driveway, all with spent shell casings from the shots Abel fired, and then these four bullets, intact, from when he was standing over my mom— nobody knows why My mom’s total hospital bill came to 50,000 rand I paid it the day we left For four days we’d been in the hospital, family members visiting, talking and hanging out, laughing and crying As we packed up her things to leave, I was going on about how insane the whole week had been “You’re lucky to be alive,” I told her “I still can’t believe you didn’t have any health insurance.” “Oh but I do have insurance,” she said “You do?” “Yes Jesus.” “Jesus?” “Jesus.” “Jesus is your health insurance?” “If God is with me, who can be against me?” “Okay, Mom.” “Trevor, I prayed I told you I prayed I don’t pray for nothing.” “You know,” I said, “for once I cannot argue with you The gun, the bullets—I can’t explain any of it So I’ll give you that much.” Then I couldn’t resist teasing her with one last little jab “But where was your Jesus to pay your hospital bill, hmm? I know for a fact that He didn’t pay that.” She smiled and said, “You’re right He didn’t But He blessed me with the son who did.” For my mother My first fan Thank you for making me a man For nurturing my career these past years and steering me down the road that led to this book, I owe many thanks to Norm Aladjem, Derek Van Pelt, Sanaz Yamin, Rachel Rusch, Matt Blake, Jeff Endlich, and Jill Fritzo For making this book deal happen and keeping it on track during a very tight and hectic time, I would like to thank Peter McGuigan and his team at Foundry Literary + Media, including Kirsten Neuhaus, Sara DeNobrega, and Claire Harris Also, many thanks to Tanner Colby for helping me put my story on the page For seeing the potential in this book and making it a reality, I would like to thank everyone at Random House and Spiegel & Grau, including my editor Chris Jackson, publishers Julie Grau and Cindy Spiegel, Tom Perry, Greg Mollica, Susan Turner, Andrea DeWerd, Leigh Marchant, Barbara Fillon, Dhara Parikh, Rebecca Berlant, Kelly Chian, Nicole Counts, and Gina Centrello For bringing this book home to South Africa and making sure it is published with the utmost care, I would like to thank everyone at Pan Macmillan South Africa, including Sean Fraser, Sandile Khumalo, Andrea Nattrass, Rhulani Netshivhera, Sandile Nkosi, Nkateko Traore, Katlego Tapala, Wesley Thompson, and Mia van Heerden For reading this manuscript in its early stages and sharing thoughts and ideas to make it the finished product you hold in your hands, I owe my deepest gratitude to Khaya Dlanga, David Kibuuka, Anele Mdoda, Ryan Harduth, Sizwe Dhlomo, and Xolisa Dyeshana And, finally, for bringing me into this world and making me the man I am today, I owe the greatest debt, a debt I can never repay, to my mother ABOUT THE AUTHOR TREVOR NOAH is a comedian from South Africa trevornoah.com Facebook.com/OfficialTrevorNoah Twitter: @Trevornoah Instagram: @trevornoah What’s next on your reading list? 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