My Body, My Business: New Zealand sex workers in an era of change
By Madeleine Slavick and Caren Wilton
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My Body, My Business - Madeleine Slavick
INTERVIEWS
ANNA REED
ANNA REED
I WAS BORN in Dunedin in 1943, and we moved to Wellington when I was five. My father’s mother and stepfather were Polish Jews, and they came out to Dunedin as refugees in 1948. A lot of the European Jews had ended up in Wellington, and my grandparents went to Wellington to be around more of their own kind. We went too.
My father had come to New Zealand in 1938. He was very admiring of the Michael Joseph Savage government – equal opportunities and free education and health care. He was a communist and then a socialist, as many intellectuals were. He had gone to university in Zurich and studied architecture. He also went to university in Prague, and studied under Le Corbusier in Paris.
He came to Wellington and met my mother, and she got pregnant with my sister. I was born three years later, and my brother a year and a half after me. I think my parents got married on the understanding that if either of them wanted to have a relationship with anyone else, that was all right, as long as they were honest. We were aware that there were different people in their lives, and that was OK. They didn’t seem to like each other that much, which had quite a strong effect on me. He was always putting my mother down. He was intelligent and witty and could be very cruel with his wit. She used to cry a lot, and I didn’t like it at all.
In primary school I was the only child in my class that had a mother that went out to work. She could only do that because our grandparents lived with us. She worked in Wellington as a secretary for buyers for McKenzies, then secretary to biology professors at Victoria University. While she was there she did a degree in musical composition part-time. Then she went to library school. She ended up running the reference library at Victoria for many years. She was a composer, and she created a musical library database, and got a gong – a Queen’s Service Medal – the year before she died.
My mother liked to sunbathe naked down the garden, and we often had holidays where we went to remote places and all ran around naked. I remember giving a morning talk at school and saying, ‘The best thing about our holiday was we didn’t have to wear any clothes!’ Other people thought this was very strange. When I got older, my boyfriends could stay the night. I remember my father bringing us breakfast in bed on a tray, which wasn’t commonplace in those days.
At school I was good at art, and at college I went into an arts-focused stream. But I came to grief a bit. My older sister had always been a good girl, so I rebelled. Also, I think in pictures – I’m a visual person. A lot of the learning we did was meaningless. Copying huge amounts of text and swotting it up – it was like a foreign language to me. I found secondary school very boring and meaningless, and I don’t think it equipped me for what I needed in life. When I had children I vowed they would never go through a system like