Mary:
We would, we would, uh, start doin' it, and he reached over... and he touched my baby. And I asked him, and 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.
Mrs. Weiss:
And what did you do then?
Mary:
I shut my fat ass up. And I don't want you to sit there and judge me, Miss Weiss.
Mrs. Weiss:
[Angrily]
You shut up and you let him abuse your daughter.
Mary:
I didi not want him to abuse my daughter. I did not want him to hurt her.
Mrs. Weiss:
[Overlapping with Mary's voice]
But you ALLOWED him to hurt her!
Mary:
I did not want him to do nothin' to her. I wanted him to make love to me. That was my man. That was my fuckin' 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. And she made him leave. She made him go away.
Mrs. Weiss:
So whose fault was that?
Mary:
It's this bitch's fault, because she let my man have her. And she didn't say nothin', she didn't scream, she didn't do nothin'. So, those things that she told you I did to her? Who... who... who else was going to love me? Hmmm? Since you got your degree, and you know every fuckin' thing, who was gonna love me? Who... 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 writin' them fuckin' notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it and all of that... because I didn't have a man.
