I was born to a narcotics trafficking father and mother in South Africa. I know little of my fathers business dealings, but I do remember flying between Pakistan, Vietnam, and Mexico often because of it. When I was around 4 years old, my father suddenly stopped getting business, and one night two men broke into my home outside of Johannesburg and raped my mother. My father began beating me very badly, and killed himself a few months later.

After my fathers suicide, my mother and I moved to Durango for a while. There she began prostitution and her drug addiction. She began dating a narc, who began beating me nightly. Eventually he was killed, and so we moved to South Boston to start new.

Around 6, my mother began beating me as well. In South Boston my mother worked as a maid, darting between jobs as she got fired from one after the other. Finally the state benefits weren't enough and we moved back to Johannesburg. It was four years later, on my 10th birthday when my mother overdosed. At the time, I was nearly indifferent about it. The next five years are hazy, but I bounced between around between China, Vietnam, South Africa, Venezuela, Brazil, Argentina and Seoul, South Korea.

Eventually, after being malnourished in my latest foster home, I decided I wanted to go to America, the Promise Land, in my eyes.

When I was 16 I stole and pawned my foster dads car, and booked a one way flight to Mexico.

Once landing back in Durango I asked the local Narcs about crossing the border. They wanted a ludicrous amount of money, but they were able to sell me a fake passport and a flight to Cuba.

Once in Cuba, I crossed the Atlantic with a few dozen other illegal immigrants, mostly from South America. Luckily, we lost no people on the trip and it actually went very smoothly. Some of my memoirs from the trip have been published.

Upon arriving in America I was taken in by a foster family outside Miami. When I was 17, I moved to Los Angeles.

Since then I have made enough money off the film industry to hopefully never have to worry about work for the rest of my life. I also do business dealings in oil, retail, and finance.

I love my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I will not forget about those who helped me along the way, and those hopeful immigrants I traveled with along the way, all of us hoping to find our way home. I will not turn my back on them now.

To those banned from entering the United States because of their beliefs, I am sorry. Previously I had believed in the American dream. The great diversity of this country is what sets it apart from all other countries I also currently reside in or frequent. They are all residences, but America is a home. Never have I ever felt more welcomed home. In every other country, having lived in such a diverse amount of areas I never felt a sense of community until I came here.

I hope we can band together as a country and stand firmly against this new legislation, together.