"My name is Claireece "Precious" Jones." "I wish I had a light-skinned boyfriend with real nice hair." "And I wanna be on the cover of a magazine." "But first, I wanna be in one of them BET videos." "Momma said I can't dance." "Plus, she said, who wants to see my big ass dancing, anyhow?" "Well, if there's no volunteers, then I'm going to have to call people." "Okay, Leticia, you got number one." "Leticia!" "Jess Wesley, number two." "I like math." "I don't say nothing." "I don't open my book, even." "I just sit there." "You down?" "Number six." "Every day I tell myself something's gonna happen." "I'm..." "I'm dead serious." "Like, I'm gonna break through." "Or somebody's gonna break through to me." "I'm gonna be normal and pay attention, and sit in the front of the class." "Distributive principles..." "Someday." "...are principles that you can do in your head." "I likes Mr. Wicher." "I pretend he my husband and we live someplace like Westchester." "Look at him." "He like me, too, I know it." "I can tell by his eyes." "He always looking at me and smiling at me." "Boys!" "Boys!" "Boys!" "I'm not your fucking boy!" "You're disrupting the class." "Yeah, well, I'm talking now, so you listen." "Shut the fuck up!" "I'm trying to listen!" "Mr. Wicher know I got his back." "One twenty-two." "Why are we barking, Jess?" "Monday's assignment." "I'm assuming everybody did it." "No." "No." "Please..." "Quiet." "Precious, get your things." "I have..." "Come here for a second." "Now this shit." "Is there anybody who didn't do their homework?" "Why?" "These aren't requests." "These are requirements." "Okay?" "You have to go to the principal's office." "Go to the principal's office!" "All right, that's enough." "That's enough." "No, he's not allowed on campus." "Where was he seen?" "Could you get Mr. Tork from Room 25, tell him to go to Room 16 right away?" "Thank you." "No." "He was seen on the second floor." "Yes." "Thank you." "Send Claireece in here!" "She's ready for you now." "Mr. Taylor?" "Ms. Lichenstein." "Come in." "Matthew Williams, second floor." "in front of his locker." "Yes." "Suspended last week." "Yeah." "Yes, absolutely." "Thank you." "Hello, Claireece." "Are you pregnant?" "You're 16." "You're still in junior high school, and you're pregnant with your second child." "Is that correct, Claireece?" "Are you pregnant again?" "What happened, Claireece?" "I had sex, Ms. Lichenstein." "Do you have any other thoughts about your situation, Claireece?" "Claireece?" "Am I in trouble?" "Thank you." "I gotta get back to math." "Sit down, Claireece." "Sit down right now." "We should have a parent-teacher's conference with you, me and your mother." "My mother's busy." "All right." "Well then, how about if I come to your house?" "If I were you, I wouldn't." "I..." "I'm going to have to suspend you." "That ain't fair!" "I didn't do nothing!" "I do my work!" "My grades is good!" "Is something going on at home?" "If something's going on at home, I want you to tell me right now." "You get my cigarettes?" "No, they didn't have it." "I played the number, though." "I couldn't box it." "Yes." "Yeah." "Right there." "Yeah." "Daddy loves you." "Precious, what did you think of the film?" "I thought it was fabulous." "What's next for you?" "What?" "How are you feeling?" "I feel great!" "Just one more, just one more, quick!" "I love you, too!" "You know I love you!" "Hey, boo!" "I ain't gonna say it no more." "The door was open, so I let myself in." "Well, there goes my chance to tell you I'm not home." "Now, Mary, this is important." "Now, come on, Mary, she'll have a great time." "I'd enrol myself, but I became ineligible for teen pageants a few days ago." "Yeah, I see your acne's cleared up." "You know, this pageant can do Brenda a world of good, Mary." "And the man In charge, he's tops in his field." "A brilliant promoter." "How long have you two been dating?" "A dance teacher." "Tell them assholes to stop ringing my bell." "I hate crackheads." "No one ever ring this bell except for crackheads." "Why they fucking with us?" "Stop ringing the goddamn buzzers, motherfuckers!" "Give the ghetto a bad name." "Stop ringing the goddamn buzzer!" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "press "listen," stupid." "It's Sandra Lichenstein for Claireece and Ms. Mary Johnston." "Who is that, Precious?" "White bitch from school." "What do you want?" "Claireece, I want to talk to you about your education." "Eighty-six that bitch." "My mother don't wanna get cut off welfare." "And that's just what this visit gonna result in." "Ms. Lichenstein, get out of here before I kick your ass." "All right, Claireece, I spoke to Mr. Wicher, and he told me that you're one of his best math students." "If your fat ass don't get that bitch away from here like a, like a potential for math." "So I called Mrs. McKnight from Higher Education Alternative Each One Teach One." "It's an alternative school." "Claireece, are you listening to me?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Mrs. McKnight." "Each One Teach One." "It's located at the 11th floor, Hotel Theresa, 125th Street." "Get rid of that bitch." "The semester started a few days ago, so you're not too late." "Eleventh floor." "I heard you the first time." "Okay." "I don't know what an alternative school is, but I feel I wanna know." "My heart is all warm inside." "Mr. Wicher think I'm a good student." "I knew that he liked me." "School ain't gonna help none!" "Take your ass down to the welfare." "Who the fuck she think she is?" "So I guess you think you cute now, right?" "Uppity bitch." "You should have kept your fucking mouth shut." "Just 'cause he gonna give you more children than he give me, you think you something fucking special?" "Fuck you and fuck him!" "Precious!" "Precious!" "Precious!" "Get down here, bitch!" "You brought that white bitch up in my house!" "You..." "Why would you bring that bitch up in here?" "I didn't bring her here." "Well, why the fuck did she ring my buzzer?" "I can't hear you, Precious." "Since you got so much motherfucking mouth, and you gonna bring a bitch up in my house, why would that bitch ring my goddamn buzzer?" "I didn't tell her to come here." "See, I think right now, you feeling like you're becoming a grown woman." "'Cause of that shit you pulled in the kitchen." "I should've fucked you up, but I let you walk away, and I let you come get yourself together." "But, bitch, I'm gonna let you know if you ever pull that shit on me again, that will be your last motherfucking day standing," "I promise you that." "You gonna send a white bitch to my motherfucking buzzer?" "Talking about some higher education?" "You're a dummy, bitch, you will never know shit." "Don't nobody want you." "Don't nobody need you." "You done fucked around and fucked my motherfucking man and had two motherfucking children, and one of them is a goddamn animal, running around, looking crazy as a motherfucker." "Bitch, you know what?" "See, I think you..." "I think you're trying me." "I think you're really trying to fuck with me." "You're fucking with my money." "And you're gonna stand up there and look down at me like you're a motherfucking woman." "I'm gonna show you what real women do, bitch." "See, you don't know what real motherfucking women do." "Real motherfucking women sacrifice." "I should've aborted your motherfucking ass." "'Cause you ain't shit." "I knew it the day the doctors put you in my goddamn hand you wasn't a goddamn thing, and you have that smirk on your face, bitch?" "Get it off your fucking face!" "Now smile about that!" "Smile about that, you fat bitch." "I'm gonna kill you, bitch!" "Get off me, bitch!" "And "blank" and eggs?" "Bacon?" "Right." "And "What's up, Doc?" He eats these." "Carrots." "Right." "And ice, it comes in a tray." "Ice cubes." "Right." "And the best part of the steak." "The..." "The T-bone." "The..." "No." "Filet mignon." "Right!" "And an English..." "Thomas' English..." "Muffin!" "Right." "That's it!" "You really need to get some rest." "You have such a big day ahead of you tomorrow." "And remember, Mommy loves you." "Describe these things that are planned." "Things that are planned." "Ready?" "Go!" "Precious, you know I love you." "I'm gonna kick that white lady out of my house, move you in with me." "Wanna live in Westchester?" "Commit a..." "Crime." "And this is you get back together again." "A class..." "Reunion." "And this is when you're like this," "you're expecting..." "Pregnant." "Yeah." "And this is you make a fast..." "Escape." "Right." "That's it!" "Where you going?" "Where you going?" "Make sure you play my 852 and tell them to box it." "And get some kitty litter." "Ethel, where you at?" "Precious, what are we gonna play?" "Girl, get the fuck out of here." "Ain't you supposed to be at school or something?" "You said we was gonna play." "That's exactly why we ain't gonna be playing." "I never said nothing like that." "You would say some shit like that to me, and you don't even mean it?" "No, I'm not playing with you." "No, and she call..." "Hold on." "Each One Teach One, hold, please." "Yes." "She called my house." "I know it wasn't your sister, Trey." "Because it wasn't her." "What this is here?" "Each One Teach One." "I'm looking for an alternative school." "This is an alternative." "What alternative is?" "What exactly are you asking me?" "Lady at my other school told me to come here." "Hotel Theresa." "Said it's an alternative school." "An alternative school, it's like a choice." "It's a different way of doing things." "So, I need your discharge papers saying that they discharged you." "I got kicked out of school 'cause I was pregnant." "Well, I still need your discharge papers, otherwise we can't let you in." "Ms. Lichenstein didn't say all that." "You the one she called about." "Claireece P. Jones?" "They already sent over your discharge papers and stuff." "I could start today?" "Yeah." "Are you currently receiving AFDC?" "My mother get AFDC for me and my daughter." "So your mother has custody of you and your daughter, and you're on her budget?" "Okay, well, I'm gonna need a copy of your mother's budget, and a copy of your phone bill and your utility bill." "We gotta give you a few tests, test your reading and your math level, see where to place you." "Hold on, baby." "Each One Teach One, hold." "To enter into the GED classes, you gotta get an 8.0 or better on the TABE." "There's always something wrong with these tests." "These tests paint a picture of me with no brain." "These tests paint a picture of me and my mother, my whole family, as less than dumb." "Just ugly, black grease to be wiped away, find another job for." "Sometimes I wish I was dead." "I'll be okay, I guess, 'cause I'm looking up." "I'm looking up for a piano to fall." "Or a desk, couch, TV..." "Momma, maybe." "Always something in my way." "Yeah, man." "Yo, make sure you get that for me, too, man." "Alternative." "Man, you gotta stop smoking them shits, man." "That ain't the only thing that's gonna fucking kill you." "Hustling in these streets gonna kill you." "It is what it is." "Then my mind come back down to Earth." "Let me get some of that sweet ass, orca!" "What up, mama?" "Why boys always grabbing on themselves?" "You heard what the fuck I said?" "I said give me some fucking ass." "I'm serious!" "When you gonna let me hit that?" "That bitch is laughing..." "I wish they'd leave me alone." "She's stupid." "Yeah." "Yo, that's not even funny." "That's what she'd get anyway, no." "Precious!" "Ma, I need some money!" "Ma, I'm hungry!" "Come take care of Mommy, Precious." "I wish she'd stop this shit." "The other day I cried." "I felt stupid." "But you know what?" "Fuck that day." "That's why God, or whoever, makes new days." "Still hungry, though." "Nigger wants me to leave my kids." "They're my kids." "What d'you want, baby?" "Give me a basket, please." "Sides?" "I don't know yet." "Still thinking about it." "Trying to watch my figure." "Butchie, you got a 10-piece ready?" "potato salad." "Thank you." "Hell, no, she didn't!" "Get her ass!" "Get that big bitch!" "No, I am not the one." "You in ABE?" "Yeah." "Time's a-wasting." "What's your name?" "Claireece." "Are you coming in?" "That door closes in 20 seconds." "How are you guys doing today?" "Would you like to join us, Consuelo?" "Consuelo, class is beginning." "You guys know that you are in the ABE class." "This is not GED." "This is to get you ready for your GED." "These journals are very important to this class, so do not forget them." "You will need to use them every day that you are here." "They are the key to this class." "It's 9:07, Joann." "You're late." "You're the one who said breakfast is the most important meal of the day." "Tomorrow, that door will be looked at 9:00." "I want you to state your name, where you were born, your favourite colour, something you do well and why you're here." "I'll go first." "When you due?" "My name..." "What you mean, you don't know?" "... is Blu Rain." "That's your real name?" "Yes, it is." "Your first name's Blu?" "My favourite colour is purple." "I sing well." "And I'm here because I love to teach." "She like to sing." "Rhonda?" "I wish I could sing." "Go to church and sing in the choir." "Show them how it's done." "All right." "My name is Rhonda Patrice Johnson." "Problem?" "I should smack her." "What?" "I was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and my favourite colour is blue." "And I cook good." "My mother, she used to have a restaurant over on 7th Avenue." "Before she get sick, she teach me everything." "So I'm here to get my reading up, so I can get my GED." "My name is Rita Romero." "I was born here in Harlem." "I'm here 'cause I was an addict and I dropped out of school." "So I never got my reading and writing together." "My favourite colour's black." "What do you do good?" ""Well," Joann. "What do you do well?"" "What do I do well?" "No." "Rita?" "I'm a good mother." "Very good mother." "My name's Jermaine." "My favourite colour is red." "Tell us where you were born first." "I was born in the Bronx." "Still live there." "My favourite colour is red." "Used to be blue." "I can dance real good." "Homie of mine told me about Each One Teach One, so I came here to stay out of trouble." "So you came here to Harlem to stay out of trouble?" "Is that right?" "Yeah." "Consuelo?" "This is bullshit." "You think so?" "Claireece?" "Can I skip, too?" "Joann?" "Okay." "I'm Joann." "Hey." "My favourite colour is fluorescent beige and my ambition is to have my own record layer." "What's a record layer?" "Tell us where you come from and why you come to this school." "I was born in Kings County Hospital, but my mother moved us to Harlem when I was nine." "I'm here to get my GED, and then..." "Well, I'm already into the music industry." "I'm just trying to take care of this little education thing so I can move up." "Let's begin." "This is ABE." "Can I go?" "I wish I could sit in the back of the class again." "My name Claireece "Precious" Jones." "I go by Precious." "I live in Harlem." "I like yellow." "And I had problems at my other school, so I come here." "Something you do well?" "Nothing." "Everybody's good at something." "Come on." "Well, I can cook." "And..." "I never really talked in class before." "How does that make you feel?" "Here." "It makes me feel here." "Everybody open their journal." "Write the date at the top of the page, and write." "I don't care if you spell everything wrong." "I don't care if it's grammatically incorrect." "But just write." "Write anything that you're feeling." "This class will be a revolving door." "Some of you will make it and some of you won't." "Fifteen min utes." "Go." "Before, I got a A-minus at English, and I didn't have to say nothing." "Ms. Rain said we gonna read and write in our notebooks every day." "How we supposed to do that?" "But then she see the worry on my face and she say," ""The longest journey begin with a single step."" "Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean." "Come on, come on, do the work." "You love it, love it, learn it." "Consuelo?" ""C" for Consuelo." ""C" for kick your ass." "It's "K" for kick your ass, stupid." "I got the "D," Ms. Rain." ""D" for dick." "Ms. Rain, tell this little-ass bitch that she don't know me." "Which you wish you had." "Help her." ""E."" ""E."" ""E."" ""F" for fat." "What?" "Good." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Quit it!" "Hey!" "What?" "Hey, you stop it right now!" "You fucking..." "Quit it!" "She just hit me!" "Drop it!" "Shut the fuck up!" "She just slapped me!" "Get out." "We don't fight in my class." "Sit down." ""C" for cold." "Do you live with anybody?" "My mother." "What does she do?" "She don't do nothing." "I want you to read a page from this book." "Try." "All I need you to do is sound out these words for me." "You don't have to know every word." "You just have to..." "It doesn't matter if you stumble or..." "Try for me or trip up on it." "You just need to say what you know." "Come on." "You can do this." "Try." "Take it word by word." "Are you listening to me?" "Precious!" "I just wanna know where you are in your reading skills." "'Cause I'm looking at your test scores..." "Some higher fucking learning." "You're a dumb bitch!" "Try to read, okay?" "Just help me and then I can help you." "We'll start from scratch." "Word for word." "I want you better than your mother." "I'm gonna call the nurse." "No." "It all look the same to me." "What's this?" "I can't do that, Ms. Rain." "push yourself." "A." "What's this word?" "Do you know the letters?" "Come on." ""D."" ""A."" ""Y."" "Do you know that word?" ""Day."" "What word is that?" "Ate." "Ate." "Good." "Almost." "The word is "At."" ""At."" ""The."" "Sound it out." ""Beach."" "The word is "Shore." It's almost like "Beach."" "Very good." "Now, read the whole thing for me." ""A" ""Day" ""At The" ""Shore."" "Get your big ass in here." "Where was you at this morning?" "You hear me talking to you?" "Where was you at this morning?" "School." "I was at school." "You a lying whore." "I'm not lying." "You is." "The welfare done called here saying they gonna remove you from my budget 'cause you ain't been attending school regularly." "I told you I got kicked out." "I been home nearly every day for two weeks now." "You ain't told me nothing about no damn school today." "I told you I was going to school this morning." "You plan on putting some food in that frying pan?" "Precious, you got something you wanna say?" "No." "Then don't be slamming shit down in here." "You understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "You need to forget about that school shit and take your ass down to the welfare." "I'm getting a stipend from school." "Fool, what the fuck is a stipend?" "What is that?" "Fuck a stipend." "I said take your ass down to the welfare." "Right now?" "Why in the fuck would you go right now?" "It's at night-time." "Shit is closed." "You gotta be there by 7:00 a. m." "in the morning if you wanna talk to somebody." "Fucking stupid." "You think you're too good now?" "Is that what it is?" "You think you is too good for the welfare?" "There's more white folk getting assistance than it is niggers, Ms. Onassis." "I think I said therapy..." "Hurry your ass up." "I am in here fucking starving." "Now what you gonna do if I die of starvation?" "Where you gonna go after that?" "I forgot." "School." "Each..." "What that bitch say?" "Each one do what?" "Each one teach one?" "Well, they don't know who the fuck they teaching, 'cause you can't learn shit." "Keep on listening to them white people." "That's what's gonna get you fucked up." "Precious, I'm hungry." "You ain't cooked no collard greens with the fucking pigs' feet?" "Like, how am I supposed to eat pigs' feet with no collard greens?" "And why in the fuck does that pigs' feet have so much hair in it?" "You eat it." "You come eat this shit." "I'm not hungry, though." "Yes, you is." "Precious, if you don't get this goddamn plate..." "You just fix mine when you get done." "Since you fucked it up, you gonna eat it up." "Hurry up and eat, Precious." "I'm fucking hungry, too." "And don't let it get cold, 'cause cold-ass pigs' feet is nasty as shit." "So, tell me about..." "Tell me about your home life." "Ain't nothing to really talk about." "You're in a safe place." "Just talk." "What's going on?" "What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about home?" "I just wish I had my own TV, so I could watch it in my room." "If I had my own TV, I wouldn't have to watch it with my mother." "And what's it like, watching TV with your mother?" "You enjoy watching TV with your mother?" "I need to know about your home life." "I need to know what it's like where you live." "My mother's like a whale on the couch." "She say I eat all the time, but she always making me eat." "Then she call me a fat mess." "She say the apartment is little 'cause of me." "Only time she ever leaves is to play her numbers." "I feel like I could just sit in the house with her every day, the shades drawn, watch TV, eat, watch TV, eat again." "Can you help out with that?" "Can we talk about something else now?" "How about your firstborn?" "Mongo?" "Mongo is her..." "Is that..." "Mongo." "That's short for "mongoloid."" "Is that what you call her?" "Or that's..." "What is that?" "A nickname?" "She got Down's syndrome." "How you doing, Precious?" "My grandmother Tootsie bring little Mongo over to our house on days when the social worker come, so it look like she live with us." "Answer the fucking door." "Do you see what you did?" "God damn it." "Then my mother gets money and the food stamps for me and Mongo." "Who is it?" "It's Ms. Turner." "Social worker's here." "Why didn't you tell me that bitch was coming so fucking early?" "My fucking wig." "Come get my wig!" "Come up!" "Where's my lipstick?" "Thank you, thank you." "Get off of me." "Leave that chi ld alone, please." "Mind your goddamn business." "Hi, Precious." "Hey." "Hello, Ms. Turner." "How you doing?" "Hi, Mary." "How are you?" "Please excuse that." "My sweet grandbaby just knocked it over." "please, have a seat." "Excuse the mess." "Thank you." "Thanks." "How are you, Mary?" "I'm doing really good, Ms. Turner." "Thank you." "When was the last time you've taken her to the doctor?" "Precious, when..." "When did we take her?" "The baby?" "Last month." "Yeah..." "On the 16th." "On the 16th." "Yes, yes, ma'am." "Okay, and what did the doctor say?" "They said that she's progressing really good." "She's doing really good." "That's good." "Yes, ma'am." "And have you been looking for a job?" "I have, Ms. Turner." "I am." "But they've all been saying the same thing." "You know, they'll call me back." "They'll get back to me." "When did you go looking for the job?" "I went last week and I filled out several applications." "And they all said the same thing, that they would call me." "Mommy!" "No!" "No!" "Is that a new microwave oven?" "A..." "A microwave?" "No, ma'am." "We warm our things up in the oven." "I see." "It's a toaster oven." "Yes." "Yes, ma'am." "Okay." "I will be seeing and speaking with you in a week or so." "In a week or so?" "Yes." "Okay, do you know what time you'll be..." "You'll be coming?" "I'll let you know." "Okay." "I'll let you know." "Thank you so much." "Precious, any questions for me?" "How are you, Precious?" "I'm doing good." "How you doing?" "I'm good, thank you." "Ladies, thank you for your time." "Thank you so much, Ms. Turner." "Have a great day." "And you." "Bye, Sheila." "Bye." "Come get this motherfucking..." "Get her." "Moving all around and shit while I'm trying to talk to this bitch." "Makes me fucking itch." "She done threw her fucking candy on the floor." "Goddamn animal." "And now you gonna give it to her?" "put the fucking candy back on the floor!" "Then you go and pick it up and let her have it." "You're so fucking stupid." "Just like her dumb ass." "That bitch gonna come up in here and I gotta fucking make pretend?" "I'm so sick of it." "I don't know what the fuck you shaking your head for." "You didn't do no goddamn better." "You know what?" "Let's talk about your father." "Tell me about your relationship with him." "I don't know much more than you do, Ms. White." "It's Ms. Weiss." "Talk to me about the little you do know about your father, 'cause it is important, whether you know it or not." "He give me this baby and my one before it, but I..." "What did you say he gave you?" "Nothing." "No, Claireece, you just said your father gave you something." "I heard you just say..." "You didn't hear shit." "I heard you say your father..." "I ain't say nothing." "I ain't say shit like it." "I don't care, honey." "I didn't say nothing like that." "I need to know this." "Let's move on." "I need to know this to help you." "Bitch, can we change the subject?" "Okay." "Well, I'll see you next time, then." "Or maybe you'll see someone else." "But you're gonna have to talk to somebody if you want your check, sweetie." "I see vampires, too." "They come at night." "They tell me I'm one of them." "They say, "Precious, you belong with us."" "And then they go downstairs through the floor." "The people that live under us, they is vampires, so that's where they should go." "They be so nasty, though, leaving their dirty tampons and shit in the garbage." "Don't even offer to take it out." "They got no fucking home training." "I been going to the doctor, too." "It's nice." "Ms. Rain fall out when she found out I ain't never been to no doctor before." "Don't know how I had my first baby on the kitchen floor with my momma kicking me upside my head." "Them the kind of things you're talking about when you say, say whatever come to my mind?" "That's the end of them welfare checks." "I just couldn't lie no more." "I shouldn't have said none of that." "Momma gonna kill me." "Motherfuckers!" "Are we done?" "I'm not doing this with you today." "At night, we went out on a field trip." "These girls is crazy." "Ain't nobody ever grabbed my hand like that before." "...as a candidate for the Democratic nomination for the presidency of the United States of America." "...and by having destroyed it, now we don't know and the testimony you're about to give will be the truth, the whole truth..." "I still have a dream." "It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream." "I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of..." "I'm gonna teach my baby all of this." ""We hold these truths to be self-evident," ""that all men are created equal."" "No fear." "That's bullshit." "That's bullshit." "You mean, write a whole new one?" "No, girl, if I need to explain myself to you..." "You'll figure it out." "You think that I'm stupid?" "Oh, my God." "That I believe in you?" "That I think you're incredible?" "Yes, but I don't know what to do." "All right, pull it together." "Okay." "Who's next?" "I'm happy to be writing." "Go ahead, Rhonda." "I'm happy to be In school, too." "Ms. Rain say we gonna write every day in our notebook." "She gonna write back to us every day, too." ""Yesterday I went to church for the first time since I come to this country." ""I got all the way to Brooklyn." ""The church was up the block and around the corner upon the 3 train." ""The preacher preached two and a half hours" ""about Jehovah." "Rhonda!" "Rhonda!" ""And how Lord Jesus, Son of God, Messiah, Jehovah delivers."" "Is that a fairytale?" "Sit down." "Did anybody do this assignment?" "Momma say this school ain't shit." "She say you can't learn nothing writing in no book." "This is a fairytale called "Enchanted."" "She wrong about that." "I is learning." ""Once upon a time, in a faraway land," ""there lived a beautiful princess named Joann-a." ""She was very, very fly and extra, extra tall," ""and every single boy loved her, big and small." ""Except for one idiot boy who was so stupid and dumb." ""And out of all the cute boys who loved her, he was the cutest one."" "That's all I got so far." "That's a good beginning." "Thinking about little Mongo, too." "I miss her." "That's how you start a fairytale." "I'm happy my baby coming up." "I'm gonna read to this baby, too, and hang colours on its wall." "Listen, baby." "Mother not dumb." "Mother I love you." "Listen." ""Once upon a time, there was a magical princess" ""who lived in a magical bubble under the sea." ""And she was from land."" "Stop screaming." "His name's Abdul Jamal Lewis Jones." "He healthy." "His mother love him." "The food in this hospital's nasty." "It's not from here." "Where it from?" "A little shop by my house where" "I get my organic food, so I don't have to eat that nasty mystery-meat stuff they got downstairs." "Can you bring me something?" "I don't like fruit." "I like McDonald's." "First of all, I don't eat McDonald's." "Second of all, you don't need to be eating McDonald's, either." "It's not healthy." "But I like McDonald's." "We all like McDonald's, right?" "We like McDonald's, too, over here." "I don't like no damn McDonald's." "I want some of that organic shit like you got." "Well, I tell you what, when you get up out of here, you go with all your little friends, and you go to McDonald's, and you get as much McDonald's as you want." "But right now, you're gonna take care of your health." "Are you a doctor?" "Are you her doctor?" "Am I a doctor?" "Yeah." "I am a nurse's aide." "Nurse John-John." "Oh, that's funny?" "Well, you're a man." "You've never seen a male nurse?" "No." "Not looking like you do." "I am a male nurse." "I am Nurse John McFadden." "So was you up in the room when she popped the baby out?" "You was like, all up in between her..." "Joann, don't be nasty!" "How was it?" "Was he screaming?" "It hurt." "Tough gal like you had to scream?" "Not so tough with a baby coming out of me." "It hurt." "And it burned." "Are you married?" "Shut up!" "You got a girlfriend?" "Why you asking?" "He don't want you." "How would you know?" "Why don't you stop being a ho for 10 minutes?" "What's wrong with these people?" "You don't want her, right?" "I wish I was a cantaloupe in that cup." "So he could eat you?" "Okay, no." "I gotta go." "I gotta go." "No, that's all right." "That's all right." "Can I get a kiss, too, Nurse John?" "Good afternoon, ladies." "Bye, Nurse John." "Bye!" "Good night, Nurse John-John!" "Precious and John-John" "Sitting in a tree" "F-U-C-K-I-N-G" "Shut up!" "Y'all are nasty." "You think he's spending the night up in here?" "Now she gonna write about Nurse John in her book!" ""Dear Ms. Rain," ""All the years I sit in class, I never learned." ""Now I got a baby again by my father." ""I wish I had a boyfriend like other girls." ""Then I'll feel right that I have to quit school." ""I love my baby, but I want school, too." "" Social worker ask me if I wanna give little Mongo" ""and Abdul up for adoption." "I could kill her." "'"She never helped before." "Now she wanna take my kids away?" ""If she take Abdul, I won't have nothing no more."" ""Dear Precious," ""I think your first responsibility has to be to yourself." ""If you keep Abdul, you might have nothing." ""You're learning to read and write." "That's everything." ""You come back to school when you get out of the hospital." ""You're only 17."" "This looks like a big-ass condom." "Use that for Nurse John." "Not looking like that." "Your hair looks a mess." "I'm giving you banjee." "Shut up!" "I got your journal." "Thank you." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "All right." "I'm bored." "I'm about to leave." "Bye." "Bye, Ms. Tootsie." "You got a nasty-ass mouth." "You got a nasty-ass hat." "That's what's wrong, you hanging out with bitches like that." "Here's your baby." "It's probably the last time you're gonna ever see him." "Grandmother come and visit and say," ""Only a dog would drop a baby and walk off."" "Not even a dog." "Say later, '"Not even a dog. "" "I'm proud of you." "Ain't nothing like your mother." ""Where was your grandmother when your father was abusing you?" ""Where is Little Mongo now?" ""What is going to be the best thing for you in this situation ?"" ""Ms. Rain, you ask too many questions." ""Sometimes I wish I could stop breathing." ""I just wanna be a good mother."" ""Being a good mother might mean letting Abdul be raised" ""by someone who's better able than you to meet his needs. "" ""Ms. Rain, I is the best to meet my child's needs."" ""Who's gonna help you?" ""How will you support yourself?" ""How will you keep learning to read and write?" "'"" ""The welfare helped Momma."" ""You look and see how much welfare has helped your mom." ""You could get your GED," ""and go to college." "You can do anything, Precious."" "You back?" "What's his name?" "Can I hold it?" "Hey, Precious." "Hey." "You had the baby?" "A boy." "Where you been all this time?" "Let me see him." "Can I hold him?" "He look like his daddy." "He named Abdul." "put all this shit down and go get me something to drink." "You bitch!" "You fucking bitch!" "You crazy, Momma?" "Am I crazy?" "Bitch, if I was to..." "You ruined my fucking life!" "You done took my man, you had those fucking babies, and you got me put off the welfare for running your goddamned stupid-ass mouth!" "I ain't stupid and I didn't take your man." "Your husband raped me!" "Didn't no-fucking-body rape you!" "Bitch, don't you put your fucking hands on me!" "Mary, leave that girl alone!" "Can I see the baby now?" "B..." "C..." "D..." "E..." "F..." "G..." "H..." "I..." "J..." "K..." "I'm tired of shopping." "Yes, because they all trying to take your money." "They don't..." "I'm calling the cops." "Tell me what you see back there." "I could tell by Ms. Rain 's face I ain't gonna be homeless no more." "I just don't know where I'm gonna end up, though." "I'll hold." "I feel bad for her." "She just an ABC teacher." "She ain't no social worker." "What's going on?" "But she all I could think of." "Look, when the others get here, tell them to start writing." "And whichever one of you is older is in charge, okay?" "Consuelo, I know that's not you." "Come here." "Ms. Rain, I can't stay." "I'm serious." "I've tried to talk..." "Consuelo, you're not leaving class and I'm not dealing with this right now." "Take this money." "Go get something for Precious to wear." "Quick." "And bring back my change." "Sixteen years old." "A three-day-old infant." "The baby not bleeding." "I think this is Precious' blood." "Well, why didn't you tell me that before?" "We'll find you a place to live." "Joann, you're late." "Rhonda, you ain't the teacher." "Joan n, Ms. Rain is busy with Precious today, so I am the teacher today." "Okay." "Why?" "Where's Precious?" "Just sit." "Pull out your notebook." "Joann, you wanna say one of your raps to the baby?" "What's the baby doing here?" "Joann's gonna rap for you." "Let me see." "She all right." "She's doing good." "Why is the baby wrapped up in a blood-covered blanket?" "Joann, what's so funny?" "For real." "What happened?" "You don't wanna know is how it got on the blanket." "You know what your problem is, Joann?" "That you can't take anything serious enough." "Jermaine, me expect better from you." "Okay, Rhonda." "Joann, stop laughing at this baby." "Queens." "Let me call you back." "Just tell me what happened!" "No, it's not funny." "But Joann, there's nothing funny about a baby with blood on it." "I got a West Indian friend who's a Council member." "Let me see what she can do." "Hold on a second." "I found a lesson plan in our notebooks." "We're gonna..." "Claireece Jones." "Hey, Ms. Lisa." "How you been?" "I don't know." "I went to see that movie, Barfly, last night." "piece of shit." "I'm sorry." "It's on my desk." "Can you hold?" "Something's wrong with you, Precious." "This baby stink." "Well, we don't have a pamper, so have a seat with the baby." "I am sitting." "In your seat, please." "The first thing is shut the bumba-ros-clot..." "Ms. Rain, why did you let Rhonda teach the class?" "She don't even know how to speak English." "Let Rhonda take over." "Shut the bumba-ros-clot up." "What the fuck is a "ros clot"?" "Yeah, Brenda, you there?" "The last four of the Social are... 2-4-2-1." "Rita?" "I just wanna know how to spell "Aquarius."" "Anybody know how to spell "Aquarius"?" "It's A-Q-U-A-R-l-U-S." "Can you spell "boy" then?" "Can you spell "slut" then?" "Let's explore that." "You wanna spell "slut," Consuelo, I'll give you the first letter." "Can you spell "illegal immigrant," then?" "Great, thank you." "Can you please use "slut" in a sentence?" "Consuelo is a slut..." "You the one who's the ho up in here..." "Joann is not a slut." "perfect." "You get a gold star." "But you know she likes that." "Well, she's just insecure." "You think?" "Yeah." "That chicken was good." "Really good." "Did you have enough?" "There ain't more, is there?" "Is there more?" "Yeah." "Maybe later." "Not now." "I don't want you to think I'm greedy." "You're not greedy." "If you're hungry, let's get you some more." "I guess I kind of eat too much sometimes, though." "No, you don't." "Blu, is that you?" "Not always." "What are you doing here?" "I live here." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Hey, sweetie." "Is this..." "Is this..." "This is Katherine, Precious." "Are you okay?" "It's so nice to meet you, finally." "Oh, my God." "These straight-up lesbians." "This is Abdul." "He's gorgeous." "He looks just like you." "Precious, can I hold him?" "You know how to?" "They still nice enough to let us stay in their home until I get situated, though." "He's heavy." "Oh, my God!" "You wanna hold him?" "I guess this is how the peoples on TV feel at Christmastime." "Don't drop him." "Come on." "I only work with children." "You know how you are." "I saw you..." "When we were putting up the tree, you dropped half the top of it." "They're so nice to me and Abdul." "Be careful." "Hold him with both hands." "please." "Oh, Abdul." "Merry Christmas, Precious." "Thank you." "Why peoples that barely know me should be nicer to me than my mother and my father?" "I felt warm." "What?" "I'm just..." "I'm just concerned about the baby and the cats upstairs." "They're fine." "Grandmother's scared of Momma." "I know that's why she ain't letting me stay with her." "If Ronald McDonald were running things..." "Ms. Rain say don't be afraid of nothing." "I bet she ain't scared of Momma." "Wouldn't you be a little bit suspicious?" "Just write the book." "Well, who's gonna read it?" "Nobody, if you don't write it." "You know, Precious writes every day." "You should try it." "Is that right?" "What do you write about, Precious?" "Stuff." "My life." "Abdul." "How come y'all don't like McDonald's?" "Katherine was just drawing a comparison so that her point could be more easily understood." "Yes." "They talk like TV channels I don't watch." "My Uncle Clayton." "I'm glad Abdul here to listen in on them, though, 'cause I know they're smart." "Before he got saved, he used to smoke like a chimney and drink like a fish." "I don't understand a word they're saying." "You understand?" "Y'all be watching Oprah?" "No." "I don't, actually." "You know what time I get home from work." "I watch it." "Momma say homos is bad peoples." "But Momma, homos not ones who raped me." "And what do that make you?" "Homos not ones who let me sit in class all them years and never learn nothing." "The homos not ones who sell crack to peoples in Harlem." "...that I have ever seen." "Tell her!" "That doesn't work." "I wonder what Oprah got to say about that." "Ms. Rain is the one who put the chalk in my hand, made me queen of the ABC's." "After I settled at the halfway house," "I worked my hardest to memorize letter sounds, writing in the journal, and reading smaller and fatter books." "Then I found out the Mayor's office give me a literacy award and a check for progress." "One, two, three." "The party is on." "Go, Joann!" "Let me see what you got!" "Everybody come." "Nurse John, Cornrows, all the staff was out there." "Even Ms. Katherine showed up." "Precious." "What's up?" "What's that?" "What does it look like?" "plastic stupid apple." "A little something for you." "Is there more money in it?" "You're so greedy." "Yo, who's that?" "What?" "What?" "Come on." "Precious, where are you taking me?" "What am I supposed to do, diva?" "Yeah?" "Wait a minute." "Hold on, girl." "Yeah..." "My mom called last night." "And we don't really have a relationship." "We don't talk, because she really has a problem with..." "Some folks got a light around them that shine for other peoples." "I think maybe some of them was in tunnels, and in that tunnel, maybe the only light they had was inside of them." "Then I thought about how strong you've had to be." "And then, even long after they escaped that tunnel..." "I'll help you clean up." "Okay." "... they still be shining for everybody else." "That's Ms. Rain to me." ""Award for Outstanding Achievement."" "In a book I read, this lady escaped to a halfway house." "And when she was there, she asked the people there what a halfway house was." "They told her it was halfway between her old life and where she wanna be." "That's kind of nice." "That also mean I can't stay here forever." "There's still a way to go." "It'd be something to get my own apartment." "Abdul nine months and almost walking." "He's smart, too." "I've been reading to him since the day he was born." "He 's barely talking, but he's already counting." "Momma, Daddy," "IS 111, 444 Lenox all seem like some old, bad dream." "I wish I could've just started out here, but still with Abdul." "I'm gonna get Mongo, too." "I gotta get Mongo back." "Hey, Miss Cassidy." "Hey, Precious, somebody downstairs for you." "Who is it?" "I didn't ask who it was." "You want me to watch the baby?" "No, I gotta go down and get him anyway." "Your daddy dead." "That's all?" "He had that AIDS virus." "There you go, dreaming again." "Precious, do you hear me talking to you?" "Did you hear what I said?" "You got it?" "Got what?" "The AIDS virus." "No." "How do you know?" "We never did it up in the ass, so I know." "You better get to a doctor, Mom." "You coming home?" "Yo, Precious!" "Rita, what do I mean when I say the author describes her protagonist's circumstances as "unrelenting"?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "It's like, say, like if Rita, she tries to do something, and she's going and she's going, and me, I try to stop her and she no stop, she keep on going." "Relentless-un." "I'll see you tonight." "Bye." "Come with me." "Precious?" "Excuse me?" "Nurse say I'm HIV positive." "I ain't got nothing to write today." "Is your baby okay?" "He all right." "I just got to stop breastfeeding him." "Remember, you once told me you never really got to tell your story." "Write." "Fuck you!" "You know nothing of what I've been through." "I ain't never had no boyfriend." "My daddy said he gonna marry me." "How he gonna do that?" "It would fucking be illegal!" "Write." "I'm tired, Ms. Rain." "If not for yourself, then for the people who love you." "Nobody loves me." "people do love you, Precious." "please don't lie to me, Ms. Rain." "Love ain't done nothing for me." "Love beat me, raped me, called me an animal, make me feel worthless." "Make me sick." "That wasn't love, Precious." "Your baby loves you." "I love you." "Write." "What are you thinking?" "You never told me about your relationship with your mother." "I didn't, did I?" "Really, I'm here to help you." "You can talk to me." "This is a safe environment." "You're right." "We could talk about your daddy instead." "We could talk about my mother, my father, my aunts or my sister or my brother, but none of it's gonna help you." "You don't even like me." "Have we not been in this room together for, like, a year, discussing your life?" "Does that mean we like each other, because we discuss my life?" "I can't speak for you." "I can only speak for me, and I do like you." "I do." "So, are you Italian, or..." "What colour are you, anyway?" "Are you some type of black or Spanish?" "What colour do you think I am?" "No, I'd like to know." "What colour do you think I am?" "My throat is dry." "Your throat is dry?" "It's really hot in here." "It is kind of hot in here." "I'm gonna go get a soda." "What do you want?" "Soda sounds fine." "All right." "Thank you." "No problem." "So, I have to talk to you about your mother, and I don't know how you're gonna feel about this, but she says she wants to see you and she wants to be reunited with you and her grandchildren." "She wants to come and have a session here with you." "What did you tell her?" "I said I had to speak to you about it." "It's up to you." "I don't know." "I never thought about it before." "Ms. Weiss said in that file I got HIV." "She said I was supposed to die from it." "I ain't worried about dying." "Shit, I gotta worry about how I'm supposed to raise these kids." "I was just writing, like, about..." "I wanna open up this clinic about, like, mothers and their children." "You know, just, if they're sick or something like that." "I always wanted to do that, give back to the community." "Because I know my mom would be proud of me if I did that, and my children, too." "I want my children to be proud of their mother, you know?" "That's always what I wanted to do, so..." "That's good." "That's really nice." "I don't really want to read the whole thing, I kind of just wanna say what it's about." "Okay, the counsellors at Advancement House, they were quizzing me about my mother and my father, right?" "But it's not really about them." "They're trying to get me to do workfare." "They want me to be a home attendant." "How do you know?" "Because I stole my file and I read it." "All they want me to do is work." "Now, I do wanna work, but not for no welfare check." "What kind of sense that make, for somebody like Precious to quit school before she got her GED and go work for some old white people somewhere?" "She ain't never gonna be nothing if she gets stuck in some shit like that." "Rhonda used to home attend." "She used to have to go all the way out to Brighton Beach." "Yeah, okay, Rhonda would be working there all day and night." "She'd be on call, right?" "She made $6.37 an hour, but for only eight hours." "That equal out to $50.96." "But that's not a whole lot of money, especially 'cause, for real, she there for 24 hours." "So, $50.96 divided by 24 is $2.12 an hour." "That's not a lot of money." "She said that old bitch would ring a bell, like, a real-life, actual bell when she wanted something from her in the middle of the night." "You don't want to do that shit." "Rhonda, is that true?" "Rhonda!" "Them home attendants be working for, like, six days a week." "I'd only see Abdul on Sunday." "plus, I'd have to leave class." "Well, that's not an option." "You're not leaving class." "plus, I'm gonna start going to insect survivor meetings." "It's "incest."" "That ain't what I said?" "No, you said "insect."" "What's the difference?" "Well, one's where your family molests you, the other's like a roach or bugs." "So, you a scientist now?" "I'm just saying." "No, that's cool." "Thank you." "Thank you." "It was hard telling them strangers there what my father did." "Sometimes it felt good." "Last week, Ms. Rain asked us to write down what we wanna be like." "I wrote that I be real skinny, with light skin and long hair." "Loretha Holloway?" "Go on back there." "She read it and said I'm beautiful like I am." "But, there's no kids back there for me to play with." "Just shut up and sit there, then." "Gonna talk to this lady before my shit gets cut off." "But somehow, right now..." "And I don't know why, but..." "I think she right." "Here." "Claireece Jones?" "I think she right." "Okay, Mrs. Johnston, let's talk about the abuse." "There were no drugs in my house." "I didn't play that." "There weren't no drugs in my house." "Precious knew I would whup her ass if she gonna bring some drugs up in my house." "You know what I'm talking about." "I'm referring to specific sexual and physical acts involving Precious." "Why you ain't say that?" "Yes, that." "What do you wanna know?" "According to Precious' files, she has now had two children by your boyfriend, the late Carl Kenwood Jones, who was also her father." "Yeah." "This is accurate?" "Yes, Ms. Weiss." "I need to know why you're here." "You've been calling this office saying you want to be reunited with Precious and your grandchild." "Now, I really need to know what's gone on in that home." "Ms. Weiss, I understand we need to discuss it, but I'm just telling you." "You said I've been calling here and I've been wanting to see" "Precious and my grandson." "You're goddamn right I wanna see them." "Because they belong to me." "Okay?" "Now, there was a time Precious had everything, and I done told her that." "And me and Carl, we loved Precious." "And you need to know that." "We loved Precious and we had dreams." "Precious was born around the same time Ms. West's son got killed." "The summertime." "She was born in the summertime." "Remember?" "Remember that?" "I was born in November." "November." "Yeah, that's right." "My Scorpio child." "You know..." "Scorpios, they can be tricky." "And, I'm not saying that they lie." "I'm not saying that." "But you just gotta watch them." "Can we talk about the actual acts of physical and sexual abuse that occurred in your household?" "When it first began, where it happened and how did you respond?" "Precious was a little girl." "Try and remember how old you think she was." "She was three." "And I had been giving her the bottle and I was giving Carl the tittie because my milk hadn't dried up in my breasts" "but not from her, but because Carl was..." "Because Carl was sucking on them and that's what kept my milk in my breasts." "And I thought that that was for hygiene." "I did what my mother told me that I was supposed to do with my child, so that's what I did." "And you're sitting up there and you're trying to judge me..." "I'm not judging you, but you're asking me for money and you're asking me to be reunited with your grandson." "But, Ms. Weiss, I don't like you looking at me like that." "You got this bitch looking at me like I'm some kind of fucking monster." "We don't talk like this in my office, okay?" "I didn't want her sucking behind him, because that was nasty." "And things that he was..." "It was just nasty, Ms. Weiss." "I had a man, and I have a child and I had to take care of both of them." "Okay?" "Did I want Carl to touch my baby?" "Because I would lay my baby." "I would lay her on the side of me, on this pillow and it was pink and it had this little white writing on it and it had her name, because she was Precious." "And I would lay my baby on that pillow and Carl would be laying on the other side" "and then we would..." "We would start doing it and he reached over and he touched my baby." "And I asked him," "I said, "Carl, what are you doing?"" "And he told me to shut..." "To shut my fat ass up, and it was good for her." "And what did you do then?" "I shut my fat ass up." "And I don't want you to sit there and judge me, Ms. Weiss." "You shut up and you let him abuse your daughter?" "I did not want him to abuse my daughter." "I did not want him to hurt her." "But you allowed him" "to hurt her." "I did not want him to do nothing to her." "I wanted him to make love to me." "That was my man." "That was my fucking man." "That was my man and he wanted my daughter." "And that's why I hated her." "Because my man, who was supposed to be loving me, who was supposed to be making love to me," "was fucking my baby." "She made him leave." "She made him go away." "So, whose fault was it, then?" "It's this bitch's fault because she let my man have her and she didn't say nothing." "She didn't scream." "She didn't do nothing." "So, those things she told you I did to her, who else was gonna love me?" "Since you got your degree and you know every-fucking-thing, who was gonna love me, who was gonna make me feel good?" "Who was gonna touch me and make me feel good late at night?" "And she made him go away, so..." "When you sit there and you write them fucking notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it, all of that." "Because I didn't have nobody." "The people from" "Each One Teach One, they had..." "They called me and they told me that my baby was writing poems." "in fact, you know what, I got..." "Wait a minute." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "And, Ms. Weiss, I don't want no checks." "I don't need no more money. please." "I'm so sorry." "I took that TABE test again." "And what happened?" "I scored a 7.8." "Last time it was 2.8." "According to that test," "I'm reading at a seventh- and eighth-grade level." "Next year, high school." "After that, college." "Well, I like you, too." "But you can't handle me." "You can't handle none of this." "You know, I never knew what you was until this day." "Not even after all them things you did." "Maybe I was too stupid, or maybe I just didn't want to." "You ain't gonna see me no more." "Bye!" "I didn't want him to hurt my baby." "Please, God, I didn't want him to hurt my baby." "Ms. Weiss, I didn't want him to hurt my baby." "I would say to him, I would say..." ""Carl, what are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"" "Can you go get her back?" "You can do that, because that's what you do." "That's what you do." "I need you to go and I need you to get my baby back." "You told me that I could come in here and you could get..." "You could get Precious to say..." "Ms. Weiss?" "Ms. Weiss?" "Ms. Weiss?"