Did you know her mother killed her father?
Violence Shaped Charlize Theron. It Doesn’t Define Her.
By Lulu Garcia-Navarro
I was 15 years old. My mom and I had gone to see a movie, and my dad had taken the key to the front steel door. Every room in our house had a steel door. So if you got into the front door, the kitchen had a steel door that you had to unlock, because that’s the kind of violence that we were living in. Our country was on the brink of civil war. So my mom couldn’t get into the first lock. We always knew where my dad was. His brother lived a couple of streets away, and if he wasn’t home, he was there drinking. Nothing out of the usual. We went over, they were pretty loaded, and I had to pee really badly. So I ran into the house to get to the toilet, and he took that as me being rude, because I didn’t stop and say hello to everybody. Big thing in South Africa, the kind of respect that you have to have for elders. And he was in a state where he just spiraled. Like: “Why didn’t you stop? Who do you think you are?”
We left, but you could just tell something was different. When we got home, I sat down with my mom and said: “I think you’re right. I think you should separate from him.” I had never imagined that those words would come out of my mouth. Leaving that house, I knew something was just different. She knew it, too. I knew he was mad at me. So I said to her, “When he eventually decides to come home, please tell him I’m asleep.” I went into my room, I turned my lights off, and I was scared. My window faced the driveway, and I could tell the level of anger, frustration or unhappiness by the way he drove in. The way that he drove into that property that night, I can’t explain it to you. I just knew something bad was going to happen.
To get to the point: He finally broke into the house. He shot through the steel doors to get in, making it very clear that he was going to kill us. His brother was with him as well. We knew it was serious, and so by the time he broke into the first gate, my mom ran to the safe to get her gun. She came into my bedroom. The two of us were holding the door with our bodies because there wasn’t a lock on it. And he just stepped back and started shooting through the door. And this is the crazy thing: Not one bullet hit us. It’s insane when you think about it that way. But the messaging was very clear. I’m going to kill you tonight. You think I can’t come into this door? Watch me. I’m going to go to the safe. I’m going to get the shotgun. Encouragement from the brother. He walked to the safe, and my mom pulled the door open while the brother was still standing there. The brother ran down the hallway, and she shot one bullet down the hallway that ricocheted seven times and shot him in the hand. It’s stuff you can’t explain. And then she followed my father, who was by then opening the safe to get more weapons out, and she shot him.
Unfortunately, this is not an isolated story. These things are prevalent in a lot of homes. Women really get a very, very unfair shake, even in this country. Nobody takes it seriously, the situation that they’re in. And I don’t think anybody took my mom seriously.
Interviewer: In advance of this, you mean?
Yeah, how bad it was. When you’re dealing with a charming drunk, who was always looking for buddies to come join the party, and a culture that just accepted it — that was part of being South African. Men drink. I remember my little nephew, when people asked, “What are you going to do when you grow up?” saying, “I’m going to drink.” That’s when you become a man.
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/04/18/magazine/charlize-theron-interview.html