One weird moment of Trevor Noah’s book is when he, himself, asks of his mother:“Why choose to bring a mixed race child into this shit at a time when it is illegal?”
He wasn’t an accident. He was planned. The mom spoke to this white Swiss guy (that she liked, but maybe wasn’t in love with) and talked him into having a kid with her.
No, seriously, his parents could have gone to jail for what they had done. The mom didn’t care. She wanted a baby.
You think: “Well, why not pick a black guy? At least then it’s not illegal.”
But the mother was a rebel of epic proportions.
The mom was more interesting than Trevor was in this book, even. And I like Trevor.