LVHRD member Karin Partin sent us this transcript from the thick of things last night: 3 train from Clark Street to Utica Ave. We’re grateful to Karin for putting herself in the line of fire and for being able to write so damn fast. She swears that what follows is absolutely true.

CHARACTERS

BLACK WOMAN (40s)

Long black skirt, sweatshirt, and a blue shawl around her head. She has two big black suitcases, three trash bags tied in a knot and two black duffel bags.

WHITE GUY (30s)

Red sporty jacket, light jeans, white hair. He’s short, drunk and slurring his words. Looks like Marty Markowitz, Brooklyn’s borough President.

All the dialogue is fast and overlapping.

BLACK WOMAN: Fuck. Fuck you.

WHITE GUY: Where’s your husband? Who helped you with all these bags? Where’s he now? Where’d he go? I don’t see him. I don’t see anyone. Who helped you?

BLACK WOMAN: Fuck you, you slimy ass infected son of a bitch.

WHITE GUY: You’re a racist. Even Jesus preached the good Samaritan. I have to learn, you have to learn. Why are you a black racist? You have no right to treat me that way. Our blood all runs the same. Red.

BLACK WOMAN: You infected son of a bitch.

She swings trash bag as if she’s going to attack him. Leers over him.

WHITE GUY: Where’s Jesus? Where’s he now? Where’s Yahweh? Where’s Kwanzaa when you need him most. Go ahead, hit me with your trash bag.

The Black Woman walks over to where Karin is sitting and throws her trash bag at her. Since Karin is busy writing, this is a surprise. Karin looks up and the Black Woman. Her stare says: Give me these seats; don’t you see I want to get away from this crazy White Guy? Karin joins the rest of the passengers at the other end of the train; they tell Karin they feel sorry for the Black Woman and want the drunken asshole to leave her alone. The passengers are all paying close attention to the dialogue, discussing it amongst themselves.

BLACK WOMAN: I’m not from this country, you sick ass mother fucking son of a bitch. Every one of you got injected. Now they don’t want you. They want to kill you. Now they don’t. They injected all the white person. We don’t care about you. We think you are a fucking white person.

The Black Woman pulls out a cell phone and talks into it.

WHITE GUY: Why are you saying “we?” I don’t understand why you are referring to ourselves in the Royal We? You are not a queen or king. You are not a “we.” Why don’t you say thank you for me dragging your bags? For stopping the train doors. I helped you. I did the nice thing.

BLACK WOMAN: Fuck you you white pig. Don’t talk to us. Leave us alone. He thinks he can just keep on.

WHITE GUY: Insult me with your racist bullshit. Why are you not grateful? Have you tried medication? Pills, Aspirin.

BLACK WOMAN: Low life Prussian slave. Your shit is our motherfucker. He don’t want to be around us. He’s moving around. We got to find another train and that man sat there. She’s not one of us. He’s not one. He’s not one of us. I’m going to show you this picture. I took a picture.

WHITE GUY: Take a picture of me. Show me the picture.

BLACK WOMAN: Go to someone else. Go for help to someone else. You’re calling me a motherfucking white person. What color, what color you fucking see? I’m going to fucking kill you.

WHITE GUY: I see an ignorant fucking black person. I see an ungrateful sick person. You need mental health. Didn’t care to say thank you. I carried your bags. Who helped you.

BLACK WOMAN: Fuck you, you injected motherfucker.

WHITE GUY: You need mental health. Take this train to Bellevue.

BLACK WOMAN: We’re not in Manhattan. We’re in Brooklyn, you sick fuck.

Supporting laughter from passengers.

BLACK WOMAN: I’m going to kick you off this train.

WHITE GUY: The next stop I’m getting off. I wish you blessings. I wish you blessings. This is my stop. You need to go to see someone.

The White Guy gets off the train; Karin yells after him:

KARIN: You should go to an AA meeting and leave her alone. Go to AA, you drunk fuck.

The Black Woman smiles at Karin. Passengers are relieved and laughing. The Black Woman continues talking on her cell phone as if it were a walkie-talkie: talks into it, looks at it, holds it to her ear and listens.

BLACK WOMAN (to phone): Bitch has one day. Bitch don’t want us to sell her shit. We kept our insides. Infected piece of shit from the inside. I want you to be with him. Bitch trying to find out where the baby is, who the father is, is not our baby, that piece of shit. We can’t take it, damnit.

She screams and slams the phone shut.

BLACK WOMAN: Ya, she pushed it inside her. You’re so big. You’re so different. I want you to take it and feel my insides, take it and push it inside me. Feels so good, you Sataned ass. All the Jewish people abuse me, use me bitch. Don’t we tell you where to lunch and sit right, you Sataned fucking bitch. This bitch, you Satan. You tell Lester, don’t believe the Jewish white Bitch, he’s lying Satan.

The train stops. The Black Woman steps out onto the platform and waves at the CONDUCTOR, “Hey!” She drags her bags onto the platform one at a time. The train holds with the doors open. Then the Black Woman grabs all her bags, looks frantically both ways, and heaves her stuff over the turnstiles. The passengers watch in silence.