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The almost white child

It's time to read Trevor Noah. It helps to distinguish the real misfortune from the fantasy of pain

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The almost white child
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Suffering has become cheaper. Maybe someday, when this time whooping becomes past in books of history, someone falls into account that in future of Times influenced and not little that people had lost sense of measure and claimed , as if it were a right, that his pain should be taken into account as that of people who really suffer. But what is truth and what is distortion of it in present? Feelings are subjective, we can agree, although at this time of sacralization of subjectivity we have lost by way something so effective to observe reality as is sense of proportion. Take a look at world and compared with one that has nothing and nothing can hope has been outdated, is more, appeal to discretion or containment is considered a scarecrow, like removing from trunk of memories cheesy virtues that should not be dusty. Some of that know Trevor Noah, South African comedian who from Daily Show shakes every night mercilessly Donald Trump. In fact, he not only shoots with his jokes to president, Noah is a specialist since childhood to get in trouble and laughs even from his shadow and shadow of his own. This 33-year-old Mulatto was born in Johannesburg. The age and place of birth already indicate to us that recklessness of his humour was not spontaneous: He grew up under aparid and his color made him clandestine from cradle, since mixed sexual intercourse was prohibited, and also stigmatized Descendants of those couples who subverted racial norms. Trevor, son of Swiss and South African, was an almost white boy of Afro hair. His appearance prevented him from feeling integrated and protected in any group, except to warmth of his mor, a brave and singular woman who did not conform to miserable education with which racist government of Pretoria condemned black children or mulattos, contrived To give child languages, local and English, to open doors of a different future. The mors of our country have aspired to same, English, English, but in case of a black aparid mor giving her child languages, books and pushing her to have dreams that were beyond building a brick wall for her shack was a foolish yearning.

All this is counted in forbidden to be born. Memories of racism, rage and laughter, memories of a great rogue who are now published in Spain and that last year seduced American critics. Journalism can open our eyes to reality but first person of a story puts us in pure center of action: in Soweto, for example, in way that a kid did every day at school; In way his mor distanced himself from him in street so that police would not deduce that he was son of an illicit relationship, or that his own did not call her a whore for having slept with a white man. But that dignified and courageous mor, who raised her child in humour and resilience, two qualities that share ground because y save us from misfortune, she used to tell little Trevor: "Learn from your past and make that past help you become a better person." Life is full of pain. Make that pain keep you awake, but don't cling to him. "Don't amargues." vaccinated, in short, his son against bitterness and resentment, helped him become a flexible and audacious person. This way of narrating fatality with humor is related to memories of Harpo Marx (Harpo speaks), who exude an irony not exempt from innocence despite being memories of a poor Jewish child in new York of late nineteenth , or those of our Gila (and n I was born) in Madrid before war or in midst of strife, when he was badly shot, n going hungry, cold and hardship in prison. All flee drama and through a humorous, sometimes crude, sometimes compassionate, always sincere and clean even at expense of confessing pettiness that any human being is forced by need, tell us stories full of truth. We understand what were enormous shortcomings that y suffered in childhood, hunger, cold, fear, lack of freedom, exclusion on grounds of religion, race or class, but at one time we get a huge desire to live, a bonhomie and a joy that for We'd want to.

It's time to read Trevor Noah. It helps to distinguish real misfortune from fantasy of pain. It is a lesson that not everyone today is willing to receive.


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