I grew up in South Africa.

That's where I still live.

I enjoy It.

Grew up there during a time known as apartheid.

For those who don't know apartheid was a law in our country that made it illegal for black and white people to interact with one another.

You know, this was against the law.

And so this world was awkward for me growing up because because I grew up in a mixed family.

Well, with me being the mixed one in the family.

My mother is a black woman, Xhosa woman born in South Africa.

That's one of the languages with the clicks, Xhosa, Xhosa. So a black woman.

And then my father is Swiss, but they didn't care, you know, they were mavericks, fighting the system.

My mom was arrested for being with my dad.

She would get fined, she would get thrown into prison for the weekend, but still, she'd come back and she was like, "Woo, I don't care, I don't care. Come tell me who to love. I want a white man."

She's crazy. My mom, she's crazy, you know.

And my dad was also like, "Well, you know how the Swiss love chocolate."

So he was in there.

And so, and so they got together and they had me, which was illegal.

So I was born a crime which is something I don't think they ever thought through because as a family we couldn't live together, you know, like in the streets, we couldn't even be seen together.

My father would have to walk on the other side of the road and he could just wave at me from far like a creepy pedophile.

Or like a pedophile. I didn't have to say creepy, like a pedophile.

But just creepy implies that some other sort of pedophile. There is none.

There's no classy pedophiles.

There's no need, you know, like, "Afternoon, ladies, afternoon. No, no, just browsing. Just browsing."

He's so classy.

No, he's a pedophile.

My mom could walk with me.

My mom could walk with me.

But, but if the police showed up, she'd have to let go of my hand and drop me and act like I wasn't hers, every single time, because we weren't supposed to exist as a family.

So my mom would let go.

It was like a little game we played.

The police would show up like, and she'd be like, "Oh, I don't know. I don't know. No, no, it's not mine. It's not mine. Oh, no, I don't know."

It was horrible for me.

I felt like a bag of weed. It was a tough time.

And the downside of being light, was that just that being light, I was different.

People mocked me, gave me names like a mixed breed, half caste. I hate that term: half.

Why half?

Why not double or twice as nice? I don't know.

They'd give you weird names.

I just wanted a cool name.

I wanted to be black, to be honest, that's all I ever wanted.

Especially since one day growing up, I met an American and he was shocked that in South Africa we had all these titles and he said to me, he said,

"Well, you know, Trevor, if you go out to America, they'll label you as black."

And I said, "Really?"

He was like, "Oh, hell yeah. Yeah, buddy, everybody's black out there. Yeah, you'd be super black."

Oh wow, that sounds good to me.

Super black.

Yeah.

And I made a choice.

It was like the first chance I get, I go out to America.

I'm gonna get a piece of that black and I did.

Boarded a flight. It was an 18-hour journey (from) Johannesburg to New York.

I didn't sleep a wink.

I just sat there in my chair like a madman, watching every single black American movie I could find, just sitting there going crazy practicing like,

"Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean? You know what I mean? King Kong ain't got shit on me.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Oh, the chicken, please. The chicken. Thank you. That's fine, thank you.

Yeah, put it in your mouth."

18 hours of flying.

18 hours of practice.

I landed in New York and I was fluent in my black American. "Fo' shizzle, my nizzle."

Everything.

I had to walk.

I was so black. I was even laughing.

I was like, "Ha ha ha. Oh my man, my man. Oh, this you? This you?"

That is the coolest thing in the world.

Black Americans are so cool and confident.

They'll make you feel good about yourself just by asking if you are you.

It's magic.

They just walk up to me and be like, "Hey, yo, hey, oh, this you? This you? No, no, for real, man. This you?"

And you'll be like, "Yeah, I think it is. Yeah."

And I was that black. I was super black. I was loving it.

So this guy walked up to me.

I don't know him. He didn't even know me.

Tapped me on the shoulder at the airport.

He's like, "(speaking in foreign language)"

I said, "What? You talking to me?"

He said, "Yeah, I'm talking to you, man.

I'm just saying we made it, baby. We made it.

And now that we're here, our kind, we gotta stick together."

I said, "Our kind?"

18 hours of flying and I wasn't black. I was Mexican.

So I started learning Spanish. If not, why not?

And then I've also started learning German.

I learned German to connect with my father, you know, lost contact with him for many years because of apartheid.

And so now we're starting to learn each other, which is taking time, but we're doing it slowly.

I think the language will help me.

You know, because I don't think he's proud of me.

He loves me, but I haven't earned his pride.

I think partly because of my job as a comedian.

I don't rank that high in the world of German anythings.

Comes across in the small conversations, you know, like one day we're having lunch, my dad looks at me and he goes, "Trevor, what do you do now? You've got a job. Do you work?"

I said, "Yeah, Dad, I'm a comedian, stand-up comedian."

He's like, "Yeah. Yeah. So, the clown."

"No, no, whatever."

German is holding me back.

I dream of impressing him with his language.

I'll get to his house one day, he'll welcome me at the gate like, "Ah, clown boy."

I'll be like, "Guten Tag, Vater."

Epic. It's got that feeling.

So I started learning. I learn in different ways, you know, watch German movies, play German speeches on my iPod when I sleep.

Your brain remembers things you don't even know, it's beautiful.

The only hiccup was, it turned out I had downloaded some of Hitler's speeches.

It's not like Google warned me, don't judge me.

Google wasn't like, "Oh, not those ones."

No, it just let me download everything.

And so I learned some of his nuances, not his philosophies.

It's just, I've been told that when I speak German, sometimes I sound distinctly Hitlerish,

which I found out in Germany, which is not the best place to find out that you've got Hitler vibes; would have rather found out at home.

And it was actually, it's funny now, not so much then.

I was in Cologne, Germany, a beautiful area.

I'll never forget. I was walking around and I went into like a little sandwich shop, you know, like one of those subways where you make your own sandwich.

And I walked in, the woman was really nice to me.

She said, "Guten tag, (speaking in German)."

I looked at her and I thought, "Confidence, Trevor, confidence."

I said, "Guten tag, (speaking in German)."

And she shat herself.

I'll never forget the look in her face.

She went pale.

She looked me straight in the eye and she said, "The Schwarzer Hitler," which means the black Hitler.

I was so happy.

Yeah, because she said Hitler, but at least she said I was black.

You guys've been fantastic.

Thanks for having me.