Teyana Taylor, ironically one of Chris Brown's staunchest supporters in the aftermath of his attack on Rihanna, speaks out against men hitting women after being attacked by director Jean Claude LaMarre...
Teyana tells Global Grind
Honestly at this point you know how when you're just tired of all the drama, I’m just so over it and what that story sounds like, honestly it sounds like he was trying to promote his movie, that’s all that is. At the end of the day you don’t put your hands on any female, it was very unprofessional. That whole environment was very unprofessional, very inappropriate. It was just things that my eyes shouldn’t have seen. For him to put his hands on me was really hurtful. I don’t have a dad, I never had a dad and I ain't about to have one today. I have never had a man raise his hand at me. It’s very emotional for me, it’s a very sensitive subject and at the end of the day, right is right and wrong is wrong. You never put your hands on a female. Period.
When I came on set there was no food, there was no hair stylist, no make-up and the trailer was the size of my tub. I had to get my agent and my mom, who is my manager, involved and then we started getting hair and make up, but that only lasted for one day. He was just mad because I came in there and he felt that I was about my business and he didn’t like that and it felt like he already had a grudge against me. I was really supposed to only film for five days. The day me and him got into that altercation, that was day seven. Out of the kindness of my heart I came to do extra scenes for him so he would have an ending to his movie.
On that day, my face was very, very swollen because of a problem with my tooth. That tooth thing was no joke. I could’ve died right there on set and he wouldn’t have even cared. That’s the point because he was more worried about himself. It was about him wanting to get his movie done so it was like, forget her tooth, her face is swollen but I want her to film more parts and I really don’t care if her face is swollen. He didn’t care and it took him to ignore my illness more than three times for me to finally raise my voice. I walked up to him and I was like -- I walked to him crying, like my tooth is really hurting, my face is getting worse, I really have to go and he was like "Yeah okay … whatever..." He turned around and kept going about his business. So I raised my tone and I said look, I can't wait a minute, I can't wait two minutes, I can’t wait a second, I really, really need to go. He turned around and he said 'Don’t f*cking scream at me b*tch' and smacked his hand across my face and from there I defended myself.
