Born a Crime

I was born a crime, being mixed in apartheid South Africa meant proving your mother was your mother.

My mother raised me as if there were no limitations in the world. Trevor's whole career, explained.

Language brings with it an identity and a culture. He spoke six and walked through six worlds.

The German mulatto kid who traded CDs, hustle as a curriculum.

Hitler, the dancer, at a Jewish school assembly. I laughed, then winced, then laughed again.

Abel's jealousy brewed quietly in the garage. The book shows how violence becomes domestic, step by step.

She ran with me in her arms and laughed: good thing you're fast. Faith as cardio.

Learn from your history but don't carry it in your mouth, his grandmother, wiser than the chapter.

The shooting and the next morning's text: don't come to the hospital, we don't want you to see her like this. Family protects even in rubble.

Carried out of it: comedy is how the survivors testify. Listen to the laugh lines twice.