American Violet Page #4

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not another word

from either one of you,

not another word.

Did y'all

see this here?

Y'all see this here?

This thing done tricked down

to the children.

Now, I wonder

where they got that from?

Half of our congregation

is in trouble with the law,

some that did wrong

and some that didn't.

Sherice...

Chantrelle...

I want you...

- Lord, have mercy.

- Thanks, Gladys.

- Dee Roberts.

- How I look?

- You look great.

- Thanks.

- Dee?

Dee!

- Ten minutes.

- There she is.

I see her.

- Hey, Mama.

- Hey,

say hi to your mama.

- Hey, babies.

- Hey, Mama.

- Do you see her?

Come here, sweetie pie.

- Ah.

- You look good, Dee.

- Look at my hair, Mama.

I am not looking good.

But look at y'all,

how pretty you are

in your Sunday dresses.

- Yeah,

we been to church.

- What happened to Sherice?

- Oh, she okay.

She just got

into a little scuffle.

- Here, let me talk to her.

- Come on, Sherice.

Come on up

so your mom can see you.

Come here.

Can you see her?

Come on up here

so you can see her.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, Mama.

- What happened to you?

- Nothing.

- Mm-mm.

I can see

something happened.

Come on.

- They said you were

staying in here for life.

They say

we're gonna be homeless.

[Children crying]

- Everybody, calm down,

calm down.

This is all right.

It's all right.

You are not

gonna be homeless.

They crazy,

'cause your mama,

your mama's coming home.

She's coming home

real soon,

ain't you?

- Mm-hmm.

- They offer you a plea?

- I didn't do anything,

Mama.

- Dee, everybody pleas,

and nobody ever's guilty.

- I'd be a convicted felon,

Mama.

- You'd be home

with your girls.

- They'd throw me

out the apartment.

I'd lose my food stamps,

the money

for Sharonda's medicine.

- You gonna lose all that anyway

if you go to prison.

- Didn't you always say,

"The truth will set you free"?

- [Chuckles]

Girl,

that's in the afterlife.

God care about the truth.

The DA don't

give a sh*t about the truth.

He'd lock n*ggers up

till judgment day.

- Time's up.

- Dee?

Darrell has been coming back

to get the girls.

So you think about that

when you thinking of what to do.

- He still with Claudia?

- Mm-hmm.

- Mama, don't leave the girls

alone with her.

- Dee, I am doing

the best I can.

- Mama?

- He is their daddy.

- Mama, do not leave them

alone with her.

Promise me, Mama.

- Think about that plea.

- Mama?

Mama?

Mama, you know what she's done-

- Say bye to your mama.

- Bye, Mama.

- Bye.

- Oh, babies, bye.

- Love you.

- Bye, babies.

Bye, babies.

I love you, Mama.

- Dee!

- Bye!

- Bye, Dee.

We love you.

Come on, baby.

Let's get

out of this jail.

They love to see black folks

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