Dan Billany’s sister, Joan, also said in a letter to me, dated 1st September 2000 “Anyone with a modicum of intelligence, like your internet reviewer [Kaz, Socialist Party website] would realise, that, just because I tell a tale from a murderer or a rapists point of view does not make me either of those. Personally I have had enough of the emotional yo-yo stirred up by the whole business”.
I am the Billany family’s genealogist as well as a descendants and relation of Dan Billany, twice over. I have been in contact with several members of the family and consider myself an authority.
When her mother was alive, Jodi showed no interest in her family history – her mother told me so – and Jodi has been cashing in on her uncle’s fame since her mother’s death, ever since.
When her mother died, Jodi sent me a message of condolence.
Why would you do that, when it’s your own mother who has passed away?
Jodi has also been quoted as saying that her mother never spoke about Dan Billany to her.
That’s funny because Joan mentioned her brother several times in her letters to me.
As a genealogist with over 33 years of experience behind me, I know better than to repeat rumours and peddle them as the truth.
The truth is that Jodi didn’t know her uncle well enough to say what he would be proud of.
She certainly never learnt anything about Dan Billany through her mother.
For the record, Dan Billany wrote about his character having heterosexual intercourse in his books too.
For example “The Trap”, pages 108 – 112 in which he wrote the following…
“Her lips were parted in absorbed bliss. At last I leaned very gently forwards so that my lips rested on hers, not pressing: remained so with closed eyes, thinking of nothing, absolutely nothing, letting my whole being soak in the fragrance of adoration for her. Very slowly her arms tightened round my neck, but hardly perceptibly: I responded immediately, turning my body towards her, so that my weight was partly on her, and we lay in close contact, all the front of my body touching hers. Because of this movement, my lips pressed hers. She wriggled slightly against me as she nestled down in the chair, and the need for her, the aching longing for her mounted like a flame through me, seeming to choke me. My thighs and my heart and my lips craved for her. Oh God how I wanted her.”
Does that sicken you?
Jodi should be ashamed of herself. I don’t even know why she is using her maiden name.
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