Abducted: The Carlina White Story Page #4

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I'd like to thank the DJ

for starting my set off

on a racist note.

Everybody else came up to...

What did you do

with my real birth certificate?

Have you lost your mind...

I was watching that!

The state of Connecticut

has no record of my birth.

- Who told you that?

- I went downtown

with the fake certificate

I found in your closet.

- You went in my room?

- To find my birth certificate.

I done told you about

goin' in my room!

- They almost called...

- I done told you!

They almost called

the cops on me!

What's goin' on?

Why don't I have

a real birth certificate?

Why?!

She left you and she

never came back.

What?

She was a friend

of your father's.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Your mother.

She left you on my doorstep.

You're not my real mother?

She left you

because she knew

I'd raise you right.

And I did.

I did raise you right, didn't I?

- What was her name?

- Didn't I?

What was my mother's name?

You don't... you don't

even need to know all that.

Yes, I do.

All that matters right now

is you and me.

You call me "Little Ann... "

'cause I look just like you.

You pretended to be

my real mother.

What... how could you lie

like that?

To me?

Netty...

Now you can't be mad at me

for that now.

Come here...

come on, don't be like that.

Come here.

Now you can't be mad at me!

I took you out of

a bad situation,

and I did my best for you.

I did my best for you...

that's all you need to know.

Look here.

Netty... I did my best.

What... Netty... Netty!

Netty!

You sure you don't

want me to stay...

- ...till you have the baby?

- We'll be fine.

You could always

come stay with me.

I mean it.

You and that baby

are always welcome.

Tell me the truth.

Did you know?

She told me she gave birth

to you, and I believed her.

Why... Why did you believe her?

I didn't think she would lie

about something like that.

Look, Netty, here's the truth.

I don't care who gave birth

to you.

But I do.

You sure you want to know?

'Cause the truth don't always

turn out the way you want.

Cassie, if I don't know

who I am,

how am I gonna tell my baby

who she is?

All right,

I got the last two.

Here you go.

I'm gonna miss you, girl.

Baby on the doorstep?

You gonna have to tell her

more than that.

Mind your business, Cassie.

You be careful.

Call me!

She was a tiny figure

they knew for a tiny time,

but 17 years

after she was snatched away,

- the ache remains.

- I feel it in my spirit.

Says Joy White,

the mother

of the abducted child,

who works for a financial

brokerage firm.

I use that name

as my e-mail address,

- Someone out there has her...

I could walk past her any day,

and she wouldn't know

her own father.

Back to you, Bill.

"Dear Oprah...

"I'm writing to you because...

"I can't think of anyone else

who can help me.

"I've recently found out

the woman who raised me

"is not my mother.

"I had a healthy baby girl

"and moved to Atlanta

to be near my aunt.

"My baby makes me happy,

"but inside, I feel lost.

"Can you help me find

my parents?

"I need to know the truth

in a life filled with lies.

"Sincerely...

Nejdra Nance. "

Smile!

Perfect.

- Have a great day, beautiful!

- Bye!

Bye!

- My name is...

- Maya Nance.

- I'm 6 years old.

- And I live in...

- Atlanta, Georgia.

- But I was born in...

Bridgeport...

Con-nect-i-cut.

Very good...

that's hard to say.

Your teacher's

gonna be very happy.

- Mama?

- Mm-hmm?

Were you born

in Con-nect-i-cut, too?

I don't know

where I was born, baby,

but I'm gonna find out.

- Look at this.

- You on that web site again?

No, look at this...

she was born July 15, 1987.

That's about right.

I was born July 31, 1987.

You think it's me?

Mm... that baby ain't you.

She got too much hair.

She looks just like Maya did.

Look again, for real.

She does look like you did

at that age.

"Carlina Renae White

was last seen

in the Harlem Hospital

Children's Ward. "

Hm-mmm... Ann's twisted,

but she wouldn't have done

all that.

Call the number.

Center for Missing

and Exploited Children...

This is Keith.

I may have information

on a missing child.

Well, we're not sure

she's missing.

She's missing.

She thinks she was abducted

from a hospital.

Is the child

in immediate danger?

No, but we been trying

to get information

for the last five years

with no luck.

Can you tell me

something about her?

- Like what?

- How old is she?

- 23.

- And her race?

I guess African-American...

could be Dominican.

Probably African-American.

Does she have any

identifying characteristics...

- ...any birthmarks?

- No.

Yes, she has a birthmark

on her right arm.

Right, a birthmark.

Who is "she"...

who's missing?

Me.

I am.

Keith, take a look at this.

Okay, we took the photograph

that Nejdra Nance sent us

of her at 6 months,

and the one Joy White sent us

of Baby Carlina at 9 days old.

We did an aging progression

sequence on both,

and I think we have a match.

Carlina's alive!

Oh, God... praise God!

My baby's alive...

it's Carlina!

My daughter...

she's alive.

What's up?

They think they found her.

My God.

She's living in Atlanta.

How do they know it's her?

We have to take DNA tests.

We shouldn't get our hopes up.

Look at this, Carl.

She has my eyes.

Oh, my God, Joy, I...

It's her.

We found our baby girl!

- "He secretly wept at night.

- "... at night.

"He felt nobody wanted him.

"Why am I d...

"different from my brothers?"

Oh, look at you readin'!

Look at you!

- He's not ugly.

- He ugly for a duckling.

- Grandma?

- Yeah, baby?

Why do you live so far away?

I want you to come live

with us one day.

Oh, that' sweet, baby...

maybe one day.

Mama, Grandma Ann might

come live with us one day.

Maya, will you leave

me and Grandma

alone for a minute?

- All right, bye, Smarty-Pants.

- Bye.

- We gonna read later, okay?

- Okay.

All right... she readin' so good!

I need to know

about my parents.

Netty, I didn't come down here

to argue with you.

Mama, no matter

what you say,

as long as it's the truth,

I won't get mad.

I promise.

You want to know the truth?

- Hmm?

- Yes.

Okay.

Your mama was a crack ho.

You was a crack baby...

she didn't want you,

so I took you in,

and now you sittin' up here

treatin' me like I did

something wrong.

Puttin' me on trial

like I did something wrong...

when I did the right thing.

You know what I shoulda done?

I shoulda left your little

crackhead behind

out on the street,

just like your mama.

- Get out!

- It's in the genes!

- Get out!

- Get out?!

Girl, who you think

you're talkin' to?

I'm talkin' to you...

I want you out of my house.

Take all your stuff and get out.

All I wanted was...

All I wanted was the truth.

That's all.

I don't need this!

Hello.

Is Joy White there?

Thanks.

Baby.

It's you.

Here, let me get a hug.

You must be Maya.

Ohh...

Carlina, this is your Aunt Lisa.

She's been crying all day.

And this is your auntie

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