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Andrea Dworkin Autobiography (1 of 3)
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"Andrea Dworkin Autobiography
Andrea Dworkin in Jerusalem, 1988.
Photograph copyright © Ephrat Beloosesky. All rights reserved.
Reprinted from Contemporary Authors, Volume 21,
by permission of the photographer.
Article below from Contemporary Authors Autobiography Series,
volume 21 (New York: Gale Research Inc., 1995)
Copyright © 1994 by Andrea Dworkin.
All rights reserved.
Andrea Dworkin
1946-
I come from Camden, New Jersey, a cold, hard, corrupt city, and--now having been plundered by politicians, some of whom are in jail--also destitute. I remember being happy there.
First my parents and I lived on Princess Avenue, which I don't remember; then, with my younger brother, Mark, at my true home, 1527 Greenwood Avenue. I made a child's vow that I would always remember the exact address so I could go back, and I have kept that vow through decades of dislocation, poverty, and hard struggle. I was ten when we moved to the suburbs, which I experienced as being kidnapped by aliens and taken to a penal colony. I never forgave my parents or God, and my heart stayed with the brick row houses on Greenwood Avenue. I loved the stoops, the games in the street, my friends, and I hated leaving.
I took the story of the three little pigs to heart and was glad that I lived in a brick house. My big, bad wolf was the nuclear bomb that Russia was going to drop on us. I learned this at Parkside School from the first grade on, along with reading and writing. A bell would ring or a siren would sound and we had to hide under our desks. We were taught to cower and wait quietly, without moving, for a gruesome death, while the teacher, of course, stood at the head of the class or policed the aisles for elbows or legs that extended past t"
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