It's Trevor Noah: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood (Adapted

Description: It's Trevor Noah: Born a Crime by Trevor Noah The host of The Daily Show, Trevor Noah, shares his personal story and the injustices he faced while growing up half black, half white in South Africa under and after apartheid in this New York Times bestselling young readers adaptation of his adult memoir. "A piercing reminder that every mad life--even yours--could end up a masterpiece." --JASON REYNOLDS, New York Times bestselling author We do horrible things to one another because we dont see the person it affects. . . . We dont see them as people. Trevor Noah, host of The Daily Show on Comedy Central, shares his remarkable story of growing up in South Africa with a black South African mother and a white European father at a time when it was against the law for a mixed-race child to exist. But he did exist--and from the beginning, the often-misbehaved Trevor used his keen smarts and humor to navigate a harsh life under a racist government. In a country where racism barred blacks from social, educational, and economic opportunity, Trevor surmounted staggering obstacles and created a promising future for himself thanks to his moms unwavering love and indomitable will. This honest and poignant memoir adapted from the #1 New York Times bestseller Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood will astound and inspire readers as well as offer a fascinating perspective on South Africas tumultuous racial history. BORN A CRIME IS SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE STARRING OSCAR WINNER LUPITA NYONGO! FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography TREVOR NOAH is the most famous comedian from Africa and is the host of the Emmy and Peabody Award-winning The Daily Show on Comedy Central. Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, to a black South African mother and a white European father, Noah has hosted numerous television shows, including South Africas music, television, and film awards and two seasons of his own late-night talk show, Tonight with Trevor Noah. Visit him online at TrevorNoah.com and follow @TrevorNoah on Twitter and Instagram. Review "Through the foreign, the familiar, and the funny, Born a Crime is a piercing reminder that every mad life--even yours--could end up a masterpiece." --Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author"His mother raised him with an imagination and showed that there were no barriers to whatever he wanted to be. Readers will find this journey through Noahs formative years humorous and exciting." --Booklist"Startling in its honesty, humor, and humility." --Kirkus Reviews "For readers who will appreciate the understand how a parents love enabled Noah to become the successful man he is now." --School Library Journal Review Quote "Through the foreign, the familiar, and the funny, Born a Crime is a piercing reminder that every mad life--even yours--could end up a masterpiece." --Jason Reynolds, New York Times bestselling author "His mother raised him with an imagination and showed that there were no barriers to whatever he wanted to be. Readers will find this journey through Noahs formative years humorous and exciting." -- Booklist "Startling in its honesty, humor, and humility." -- Kirkus Reviews "For readers who will appreciate the understand how a parents love enabled Noah to become the successful man he is now." -- School Library Journal Excerpt from Book I was nine years old when my mother threw me out of a moving car. It happened on a Sunday. I know it was on a Sunday because we were coming home from church, and every Sunday in my childhood meant church. We never missed church. My mother was--and still is--a deeply religious woman. Very Christian. Like indigenous peoples around the world, black South Africans adopted the religion of our colonizers. By "adopt," I mean it was forced on us. My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. Then on Sunday we went to church. Three churches, to be precise. The reason we went to three churches was because my mom said each church gave her something different. The first church offered jubilant praise of the Lord. The second church offered deep analysis of the scripture, which my mom loved. The third church offered passion and catharsis; it was a place where you truly felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside you. Completely by coincidence, as we moved back and forth between these churches, I noticed that each one had its own distinct racial makeup: Jubilant church was mixed church. Analytical church was white church. And passionate, cathartic church, that was black church. Mixed church was Rhema Bible Church. Rhema was one of those huge, supermodern, suburban megachurches. The pastor, Ray McCauley, was an ex-bodybuilder with a big smile and the personality of a cheerleader. Pastor Ray had competed in the 1974 Mr. Universe competition. He placed third. The winner that year was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Every week, Ray would be up onstage working really hard to make Jesus cool. There was arena-style seating and a rock band jamming with the latest Christian contemporary pop. Everyone sang along, and if you didnt know the words that was okay because they were all right up there on the Jumbotron for you. It was Christian karaoke, basically. I always had a blast at mixed church. White church was Rosebank Union in Sandton, a very white and wealthy part of Johannesburg. I loved white church because I didnt actually have to go to the main service. My mom would go to that, and I would go to the youth side, to Sunday school. In Sunday school we got to read cool stories. Noah and the flood was obviously a favorite; I had a personal stake there. But I also loved the stories about Moses parting the Red Sea, David slaying Goliath, Jesus whipping the money changers in the temple. I grew up in a home with very little exposure to popular culture. My mom didnt want my mind polluted by sex and violence. The only music I really knew was from church: soaring, uplifting songs praising Jesus. It was the same with movies. The Bible was my action movie. Samson was my superhero. He was my He-Man. A guy beating a thousand people to death with the jawbone of a donkey? Thats pretty fierce. Eventually you get to Paul writing letters to the Ephesians and it loses the plot, but the Old Testament and the Gospels? I could quote you anything from those pages, chapter and verse. There were Bible games and quizzes every week at white church, and I always trounced everyone. Then there was black church. There was always some kind of black church service going on somewhere, and we tried them all. In the township, that typically meant an outdoor, tent-revival-style church. We usually went to my grandmothers church, an old-school Methodist congregation, five hundred African grannies in blue-and-white blouses, clutching their Bibles and patiently burning in the hot African sun. Black church was rough. No air-conditioning. No lyrics up on Jumbotrons. And it lasted forever, three or four hours at least, which confused me because white church was only like an hour--in and out, thanks for coming. But at black church I would sit there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out why time moved so slowly. I eventually decided black people needed more time with Jesus because we suffered more. Black church had one saving grace. If I could make it to the third or fourth hour Id get to watch the pastor cast demons out of people. People possessed by demons would start running up and down the aisles like madmen, screaming in tongues. The ushers would tackle them, like bouncers at a club, and hold them down. The pastor would grab their heads and violently shake them back and forth, shouting, "I cast out this spirit in the name of Jesus!" Some pastors were more violent than others, but what they all had in common was that they wouldnt stop until the demon was gone and the congregant had gone limp and collapsed on the stage. The person had to fall. Because if he didnt fall that meant the demon was powerful and the pastor needed to come at him even harder. You could be a linebacker in the NFL. Didnt matter. That pastor was taking you down. Good Lord, that was fun. Christian karaoke, fierce action stories, and violent faith healers--man, I loved church. The thing I didnt love was the lengths we had to go to in order to get to church. It was an epic slog. We lived in Eden Park, a tiny suburb way outside Johannesburg. It took us an hour to get to white church, another forty-five minutes to get to mixed church, and another forty-five minutes to drive out to Soweto for black church. Then, if that wasnt bad enough, some Sundays wed drive back to white church for a special evening service. By the time we finally got home at night, Id collapse into bed. This particular Sunday, the Sunday I was hurled from a moving car, started out like any other Sunday. My mother woke me up, made me porridge for breakfast. I took my bath while she dressed my baby brother, Andrew, who was nine months old. Then we went out to the driveway, but once we were all strapped in and ready to go, the car wouldnt start. My mom had this ancient, broken-down, bright-tangerine Volkswagen Beetle that she picked up for next to nothing and it was always breaking down. To this day I hate secondhand cars. Ill take a new car with the warranty every time. As much as I loved church, taking public transport meant the slog would be twice as long and twice as hard. When the Volkswagen refused to start, I was praying, Please say well just stay home. Please say well just stay home. Then I glanced over to see the determined look on my mothers face, her jaw set, and I knew I had a long day ahead of me. "Come," she said. "Were going to catch minibuses." Details ISBN0525582193 Author Trevor Noah Pages 304 Language English Year 2020 ISBN-10 0525582193 ISBN-13 9780525582199 Format Paperback Short Title Its Trevor Noah: Born a Crime Imprint Yearling Subtitle Stories from a South African Childhood (Adapted for Young Readers) Audience Age 10 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2020-04-07 NZ Release Date 2020-04-07 US Release Date 2020-04-07 Place of Publication New York Publication Date 2020-04-07 UK Release Date 2020-04-07 Publisher Random House USA Inc Replaces 9781984851895 DEWEY B Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:127058942;

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