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Monday, June 15, 2015
Paedophile Rolf Harris shamed by victim's retaliation song: 'You’re just a sex offender - sing that'
Brave Wendy Wild, 54, was abused when she was seven and used the lyrics to describe the Australian's despicable attack at a junior disco
Song of truth: Wendy set record straight
A victim of Rolf Harris who was infuriated by him writing a sick song about his accusers has fought back with her own lyrics.
Wendy Wild, 54, who was abused when she was seven, hit back: “You’re just a sex offender. Now put that in a song and sing it.”
Brave Wendy's song described his hateful attack on her.
The 54-year-old, who suffers post-traumatic stress, was groped by the Aussie entertainer when she asked for his autograph at a junior disco.
Yet disgraced Harris wrote a letter from behind bars at HMP Stafford describing her and other accusers as worms chasing him for money.
The pervert sneered at the women he assaulted, saying: “Perhaps you think you are pretty, still some perfumed sultry wench”, before calling them “slimy woodworms”.
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Vile: Paedo Harris is unrepentant Wendy is now seeking compensation from Harris – reputedly worth £11 million. She has never received an apology from the singer and neither have any other victims, following his jailing for five years and nine months at Southwark crown court last year.
It is believed Harris has hired private investigators to delve into the backgrounds of Wendy and other women launching the civil suit against him.
Responding to his sick song with her own verses, Wendy said: “You chose me, remember, 40 years ago, you put your dirty hands on me and have not let me go.
“Now you are complaining through the papers, whinging you are innocent, from your cushy jail. I still live with the nightmare of your dirty act while all you seem to care about is your millions staying intact.
“Threats from you don’t seem to stop and continue to be said, private investigators watching me, fill my heart with dread.
“All of this has taken its toll and it’s me that’s had to squirm.
“Just when I thought you could get no lower, you say I am a worm.
“If you think your latest song will make you another hit, you’re wrong.
“You’re just a sex offender. Now put that in a song and sing it.”
Revenge: Wendy was angered by disgraced entertainer's lyrics
Wendy’s brother Paul, 57 – who has never forgiven himself for leaving her at the disco where Harris struck in Portsmouth – said: “It’s a very clever reaction from my sister to pen a song in revenge for what he did.
“This was a spur of the moment reaction by her.
"Wendy couldn’t bear to face him again or see him in any one-to-one situation but she hoped he will read her words and the song and feel suitably embarrassed.”
The convicted paedophile, aged 84, may also have damaged his chances of parole by writing the song.
In the letter to a mystery friend, from his cell at Stafford prison, he callously describes the victims whose lives he wrecked as insects who have “climbed up out of the woodwork from 40 years ago”.
Another Harris victim said: “He has proved to be an aberration of the human spirit. He believes he’s above ordinary decent people. He is not.”
Even his close friends were stunned at the song lyrics in the letter.
Veteran singer Vince Hill, 81, one of Harris’s closest friends, said: “It’s unlikely he could ever ingratiate himself ever again with the public after writing this letter.
“Rolf should simply keep his head down and serve his time. I don’t know what was in his mind when he wrote this. I feel extremely disappointed for him.”
Vince said he was still going to visit him in HMP Stafford, and added: “If Rolf wants to talk to me and explain the letter that’s up to him.”
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Rhyme: Harris' attack on accusers, right; and Wendy's response, left
Harris was moved to Stafford after being bullied and taunted by inmates at his previous jail, HMP Bullingdon, Oxon, where he was given a gardening job by senior members of staff.
But one prisoner called him a “dirty nonce” and spat at him during a chapel service.
In the letter Harris says he will record the song “the moment I get out”, arrogantly assuming he will get parole and be free “towards the end of 2017”.
The former children’s entertainer also talks of the injustice of his incarceration and of his cushy life in jail.
Solicitor Liz Dux, of Slater and Gordon, who represents his victims, said: “I strongly urge this man is denied the right to apply for parole.
"If he is allowed to apply, I sincerely hope this letter is taken into account and he is made to serve his full term.
“He put these women through hell during the trial. He showed them nothing but contempt and arrogance, even in the way he assaulted them. They will be distraught at this disgusting song.”
The shamed TV star and artist, who once painted the Queen’s portrait, was jailed in July for 12 indecent assaults against four women.
In the February letter Harris, who was stripped of his CBE, said: “Prison is no hardship. I’m in the art room as an assistant and I’m doing what I like…I’m well accepted and there are a load of people, many of whom are friends.”
Behind bars he still makes money from royalties earned online from iTunes and Spotify. He has firms, worth a total of £8.5 million, £2.3 million in cash, and his mortgage-free £5 million home on the Thames in Bray, Berks, which he owns with wife Alwen, 82.
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Before sentencing: Rolf with wife Alwen Hughes (2nd L) and family
Harris used his fame to mesmerise underage fans for 18 years from 1968. One victim was targeted when she was 15.
She met Harris at a promo event in Australia in 1991. He groped her after insisting on a hug.
And Harris began grooming his daughter’s best friend when she was 13. In 1997, he wrote to her father begging for forgiveness.
Harris showed no emotion nor remorse when found guilty. He has reversed a decision to appeal.
Harris' woodworm jibe
Climb up out of the woodwork babe From forty years ago, The climate’s great in Britain now For making loads of dough You’ve festered down there long enough, Time’s right to grab your chance Clap eyes on a rich celebrity And make the bastard dance Chorus Make him squirm, slimy little woodworm Make him squirm, squirm, squirm Sink your claws right in to the hilt, don’t let him go (Group) NO! NO! Make him burn, burn, burn Slimy little woodworm, make him burn Get your fifty-years-old hooks into his dough (Group) GO BABY GO That old bandwagon you crawled out of (rotten to the core) Conceals a host of foul accusers, Twenty maybe more My guess is they’ll slide after you All following your stench, Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still Some perfumed sultry wench Chorus “Make him squirm” I can hear you singing “Make him squirm, squirm, squirm” Just imagine all of the money waiting there (Group) OH YEAH! Make him burn, burn, burn Come and join the feeding frenzy girls, Don’t miss out, come on and join me for your share (Group) PUT IT THERE!
