The brother of Cromwell Street killer Rose West has endured threats, taunts and his Birmingham home damaged since moving to the city six months ago.
In an emotional call to BirminghamLive, 61-year-old Gordon Letts has now pleaded for help in ending the torment.
Mr Letts – in no way associated with the vile, sadistic crimes carried out by his sister and Fred West in the Gloucester house of horrors – spoke while waiting to be taken to hospital.
The former electrician’s leg is near crippled by arthritis.
Mr Letts continues to be plagued by Rose’s crimes. His sister, now 67, was sentenced to life, without parole, in 1995 for her part in the torture and murder of 10 young women.
Husband Fred took his own life, aged 53, at HMP Birmingham before facing justice.
Mr Letts said candidly: “I hate her. When I was young, we were quite close, but I’ve gone from loving her dearly to hating her.
“I was a kid back then. I remember I did look up to her.”
He and Fred’s relationship was so strained it descended into violence.
“Couldn’t stand him,” shrugged Mr Letts. “I had a fight with him. He was strange. We’d think, he works all day, comes home and works on the house.”
That property – Britain’s most notorious postcode – was turned into a harrowing graveyard by West.
Despite his loathing for the notorious couple, despite his revulsion over their sadistic crimes, Mr Letts continues to be hounded simply because of his blood-ties to Rose.
“I’ve had all sorts,” he said matter-of-factly.
Life in Birmingham has, he stressed, become a nightmare since family links surfaced.
It is, sadly, the norm.
Mr Letts, who declined to reveal why he moved to the city, has, in the past, been beaten up and stabbed.
He rang the newsdesk after having bricks thrown at his window and being threatened. Individuals have shouted abuse from the street below.
Mr Letts desperately wants help to find new premises.
When asked if there were close relatives in the area who would take him in, he snapped in a deep Gloucestershire burr: “What, with my family?”
“I’m done with talking,” he said. “It doesn’t do me any good.
“I’ve had enough, I can’t sleep on the streets. What else have I got? They’re shouting every night. I just can’t take it any more, I’ve just had enough.
“I can’t take it any more. It’s never going to go away. It comes out through google. People start talking and it’s all rubbish.”
The Wests married in 1972, and were submerged in a sewer world of sexual depravity and murder.
They sought out vulnerable young girls and women and used them for their own depraved sexual fantasies.
The number of victims tortured, raped and abused is unknown.
In a 2002 Sunday Mercury interview, Mr Letts said he believes Rose protected him from Fred – and may have even saved his life.
“I had a couple of fights with Fred after I saw him attacking Rose with a kitchen knife,” he said.
“I decided to stick up for my sister and he took me outside and battered me. I remember every last detail and sickening moment of Fred. Thinking back, I can see the evil that was in him.
“I think my sister protected me from Fred. I am lucky to be alive. I cannot understand why I was not disposed of during those years when so many others were. The only explanation is that Rose protected me.
“They would show me rooms once everything was finished and plastered up. I remember standing in the cellar downstairs after it had been renovated and thinking that it was out of the way and the kids could play there.
“Now I know what was around me – bodies, the bodies of people I had met.
“Rose covered things up. Once I visited Cromwell Street and I had brought her and the kids chocolates. She invited me upstairs to a small kitchen and we talked.
“After an hour I said ‘would it be possible to go downstairs in the living room. I am family, after all. I want to sit in your part of the house’.
“Rose said it wasn’t possible because they had closed off that part. I found it odd and that proves to me that Fred was not the main power. She was as much involved in all this as he was. She covered things up.”
Letts also claims to be haunted by the image of his niece Heather, who was found under the patio of the house in Cromwell Street.
Having lost a child himself through cot death, he recalled the last time he saw her shortly before her murder.
“I was at a family meal at Cromwell Street cooked by Rose,” he said. “Heather kicked me under the table. She had a terrified, frightened look on her face. She was begging for help.
“I looked at her and remember thinking if something was wrong, she would be better off talking with her parents.
“Little did I know they were the problem and they had put the fear of God into her. I have a constant picture of Heather looking at me, begging for help. It still haunts me.
“I feel a lot of guilt and can’t get over that. I had a feeling that something was wrong but I never questioned their way of life.
"But that was the last time I saw Heather.”