Valerie lived in County Mayo, in the west of Ireland, and was murdered by her husband, Kilroy. In this powerful and deeply moving book, her brother David French attempts to give Valerie the voice that was taken from her the day her life was violently ended.
For Valerie is not just an account of the tragedy itself, but a stark examination of its aftermath, the life sentence endured by the victim’s family, and the disturbing gaps in the Irish legal system that often favour perpetrators. French lays bare how the law can enable murderers to inherit from their victims and silence families while legal proceedings unfold. One of the most heart-breaking aspects is the impact on Valerie’s children, who were forced to grow up without their mother, but who’s father remains their legal guardian despite murdering their mother, and how Valerie’s family only got to meet them once in the last year. I hope this book will go some way to help them see how much they were loved by both their mother and her family when they are older.
David French does an admirable job of situating Valerie’s story within a broader, harrowing context: women across the world are killed by their partners every day. Valerie’s life was unique, but her death is tragically familiar. The excuses men use for killing their partners are often similar and quite often seem to stem from their own insecurities. Many try to claim a “puff of madness” came over them, when in reality, they knew too well what they were doing.
This is an urgent, courageous book. I hope it is read widely, not only by the public but by policymakers who have the power to change the laws that currently protect killers more than their victims.
Rest in peace, Valerie. Your brother did you proud.