IN
THE EARLY 1960's I was walking across Great Yarmouth’s market place to pay
another instalment on my bike at Halfords. I stopped at a crossing waiting for
the traffic lights to change to green. I turned my head, as did all of those
waiting with me, to a (I believe it was an open top model)Rolls Royce that the
amber light still ordered to wait. The driver was none other than Jimmy Savile,
who sat there with the obligatory cigar in his mouth beaming out at his public.
As the light went from amber to green we crossed, still fascinated by the man
and his car. He waived; we waived.
It was the first and last time I would ever see (at that time) the popular Radio One disc jockey in person. In the years that followed the name Jimmy Savile became as much a part of my life as the Beatles and dozens of other groups of the kind that people, like myself, now in their 60s still buy to re-engage with their youth.
Even then Savile seemed odd to me. Just from that brief encounter, the ebullient white -haired disc jockey had a strange unnatural demeanour (I do not mean sexually). I felt that there was something fraudulent about him. I became prejudiced toward him; and when in the years that followed this first encounter, his progress to the very heights of the BBC via Radio One, Savile’s Travels, and Jim’ll Fix It; he still left me distrustful of him.
Then, during the 1970s-1980s, the perversion that at the time, dared not speak its name, began to enter my thoughts. When I saw him on Jim’ll Fix It, I began to warm to him. For how could one not remain emotionally unaffected by a child with cancer requesting its last ambition in this world - and Jim fixing it for them?
When he turned up at St. James Hospital in Leeds as a volunteer porter wheeling young people to and from surgery, or when he visited young people on his ‘ward rounds’ bringing a smile (recorded by the BBC) to many a young face, did we know what his true intent was; and what misery it must have brought to young patients.
His true intent was to hide his repugnant desires behind his charitable work, which would make him invulnerable to any accusation from his victims, if they dared report him to the police.
SAVILE REIGNED SUPREME. He was the master of his own particular universe; he remained, in his own words “untouchable”. He was a national institution that even his main employer, the BBC, dared not turn upon. He was a monster created by the BBC and they remained loyal to him because of his ratings, and the national popularism that would have taken his word at the time against the BBC’s. Savile knew this and fulfilled his lusts upon young girls without any prospect of his victims being believed or those employing him (despite the rumours) taking any action.
What has been coming out over the past two weeks in the press about Savile, is beginning to sounds like the reign of a contemporary Caligula, but within the BBC. Savile may not have appointed a horse as a God, but he certainly mastered the technique of denial within the BBC’s portals, the more popular he became; and, it appears, the greater the denial he felt would be accepted because of his power over the then BBC.
Jimmy Savile gave almost 90 per cent of his income to the various charities he associated himself with. This in itself should provide sufficient evidence for his paedophilia. For he used his own wealth to shield his behaviour.
Savile’s lusts, for this is what they were, were shielded by his charity work. The very work that led to his knighthood which cannot be taken from him without an act of parliament.
He knew what would be said of him after his death and cared little, because he knew he had fulfilled his lusts and whatever the afterlife deemed inappropriate , he was fully prepared to meet. Jimmy Savile lived only for himself and his sexual desire, which he relieved through acts of paedophilia; which he kept from the public scrutiny through good charitable works that involved the forfeiting of 90 per cent of his income.
It was the first and last time I would ever see (at that time) the popular Radio One disc jockey in person. In the years that followed the name Jimmy Savile became as much a part of my life as the Beatles and dozens of other groups of the kind that people, like myself, now in their 60s still buy to re-engage with their youth.
Even then Savile seemed odd to me. Just from that brief encounter, the ebullient white -haired disc jockey had a strange unnatural demeanour (I do not mean sexually). I felt that there was something fraudulent about him. I became prejudiced toward him; and when in the years that followed this first encounter, his progress to the very heights of the BBC via Radio One, Savile’s Travels, and Jim’ll Fix It; he still left me distrustful of him.
Then, during the 1970s-1980s, the perversion that at the time, dared not speak its name, began to enter my thoughts. When I saw him on Jim’ll Fix It, I began to warm to him. For how could one not remain emotionally unaffected by a child with cancer requesting its last ambition in this world - and Jim fixing it for them?
When he turned up at St. James Hospital in Leeds as a volunteer porter wheeling young people to and from surgery, or when he visited young people on his ‘ward rounds’ bringing a smile (recorded by the BBC) to many a young face, did we know what his true intent was; and what misery it must have brought to young patients.
His true intent was to hide his repugnant desires behind his charitable work, which would make him invulnerable to any accusation from his victims, if they dared report him to the police.
SAVILE REIGNED SUPREME. He was the master of his own particular universe; he remained, in his own words “untouchable”. He was a national institution that even his main employer, the BBC, dared not turn upon. He was a monster created by the BBC and they remained loyal to him because of his ratings, and the national popularism that would have taken his word at the time against the BBC’s. Savile knew this and fulfilled his lusts upon young girls without any prospect of his victims being believed or those employing him (despite the rumours) taking any action.
What has been coming out over the past two weeks in the press about Savile, is beginning to sounds like the reign of a contemporary Caligula, but within the BBC. Savile may not have appointed a horse as a God, but he certainly mastered the technique of denial within the BBC’s portals, the more popular he became; and, it appears, the greater the denial he felt would be accepted because of his power over the then BBC.
Jimmy Savile gave almost 90 per cent of his income to the various charities he associated himself with. This in itself should provide sufficient evidence for his paedophilia. For he used his own wealth to shield his behaviour.
Savile’s lusts, for this is what they were, were shielded by his charity work. The very work that led to his knighthood which cannot be taken from him without an act of parliament.
He knew what would be said of him after his death and cared little, because he knew he had fulfilled his lusts and whatever the afterlife deemed inappropriate , he was fully prepared to meet. Jimmy Savile lived only for himself and his sexual desire, which he relieved through acts of paedophilia; which he kept from the public scrutiny through good charitable works that involved the forfeiting of 90 per cent of his income.
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