Hi everybody, Stefan Molyne U from Freedom Main Radio. I am here with Aaron Pitsy. We are going to be speaking together at two conferences, which I wanted to mention just before we start, the Toronto Domestic Violence Symposium, June 6th to 7th, which is at the University of Toronto, Toronto, DV.com, International Conference on Men's Issues, June 26 to 28th, 2014, Detroit, Michigan, avoiced from men.com.

Thank you so much for taking the time today, Erin.

Oh, it's a real pleasure because most people don't realize.

My mother was a Canadian.

She went to Toronto University.

I lived in Toronto as a child.

I went to Moulton College. Is that right? I guess I would be one of

those people who didn't know that. So thank you for letting me know. Now, you were actually

born in China. Is that correct? That's correct. Yes. I was born in Singta with my twin sister.

And then we moved to Shanghai. And that would have Yes. I was born in Sintau with my twin sister and then we moved to Shanghai and that would have been, I was born in 39, so about 1940.

Now the bombs were already falling then.

The Japanese had taken over, but at that point, Germany hadn't joined up with Germany,

so we were just living that old colonial life. My mother did only two things in her life, lose her temper and play bridge. So she was at her best there. And she wouldn't leave. Other mothers left with their children, but she wouldn't stop partying. So what happened is we were suddenly when the whole thing changed under house arrest and all

our friends and our little friends went into the concentration camps and we were on the last boat

out of China because my father was a diplomat and we were exchanged for hostages.

That's really how I ended up, we ended up in Beirut with my mother because she had a Canadian

passport and she, we'd briefly joined my father in Beirut and then she came to Toronto.

But it was a very unhappy time for me because she was very violent and particularly to me.

And I remember going to Malton College to school, she'd whipped me with an ironing cord. And I was

standing in front of the teacher. And she could see my legs were covered in waltz and dried blood.

And I said, this is what my mother did to me. Will you help me? And she said, well, no wonder,

you're such a dreadful child. Oh, my goodness. But that, you see, that was the problem in those days.

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