Cassandra

“I grew up in a world of violence, but I myself was never violent at all. Yes, I played pranks and seen fires and broke windows, but I never attacked people. I never hit anyone. I was never angry. I just didn't see myself that way. My mother had exposed me to a different world than the one she grew up in. She bought me the books she never got to read. She took me to the schools that she never got to go to. I immersed myself in those worlds and I came back looking at the world a different way. I saw that not all families are violent. I saw the futility of violence, thee cycle that just repeats itself, the damage that's inflicted on people that they. in turn inflict on others.
I saw, more than anything, that relationships are not sustained by violence but by love. Love is a creative act. When you love someone you create a new world for them. My mother did that for me, and with the progress I made and thee things I learned, I came back and created a new world and a new understanding for her. After that, she never raised her hand to her children again.”
― Trevor Noah, Born A Crime Stories from a South African Childhood / Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race / Natives Race and Class in the Ruins of Empire