Jimmy Savile was one of the most well-know stars of British television. Everyone knew he was eccentric and many people apparently knew he was also a sexual predator who targeted young girls for decades.
Jimmy Savile scandal on BBC.co.uk.
‘If we blabbed on Jimmy, the family would have been left with nothing’: Savile’s abused great niece tells how paedophile DJ bought his relatives’ silence, on DailyMail.co.uk.
Britain’s Jimmy Savile abuse scandal: how could his crimes have gone unnoticed for so long? on WashingtonPost.com.
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I saw a tv clip recently showing him “bragging” that in the future when he dies, people will look back and realise they didn’t know him for what he was. Chilling!
He got away with it didn’t he….
Paul McCartney gave an interview recently in which he recalled The Beatles giving Savile a lift in their van across the north of england in the early 60’s, Savile was a well known radio DJ at the time and influential in breaking new bands. Anyway Paul said he was hilarious, kept them all entertained with great anecdotes. Then they dropped him off at his home in the city of Leeds and as they were tired and wanted a rest before driving on to Liverpool The Beatles asked him if they could come in rest a while and have coffee and he said “not tonight lads” and shut the door. McCartney said it made the four of them wonder what was in the house. Very creepy. The man defines evil he is accused of molesting terminally ill kids in hospital wards and the mentally ill.
TeaLight, do you remember the programme made by Louis Theroux about him? He knew there was something more than just an eccentric old man in there.
Where are the people who protected him? There’s no way he could molest that many innocents and no-one knew. It makes me sick to my stomach.
I went to school in Leeds. He visited once when we had raised money for a charity he supported.
Strange man…….and now we know an evil paedophile
Strongawoman oh no he came to your school.. a relative of mine worked as a waitress in a hotel in a big UK city when she was a student, and she was friendly with the receptionists. Savile came to the hotel to judge a Christmas card competition being run by one of the children’s charities, he was a patron. Anyway her receptionist friends told my relative that he was heard telling the organisers on the way into the room where the winner would be chosen “make sure you keep those f*cking kids away from me” and the organisers were laughing, like he was just being outrageous and humorous. Also he ordered two prostitutes up to his room.
I watched the Theroux doc, do you remember how he had kept his dead mother’s bedroom untouched? And all her clothes?? When Margaret Thatcher and Prince Charles are your close friends you’re untouchable, apparently. It’s good that so many victims are speaking out, may he rot in hell.
Yes I remember….he called his Mother the duchess. He was untouchable….he procured the perfect cover.
May he rot in hell? Amen to that sister
PUKE I really can’t say anything.
I firmly believe in an after life in which we must face what we have done on this earth, and Jesus said that a person who hurts “one of these little ones” would b e better off to tie a mil stone around his neck and be tossed into the sea, so I have a bet that Jimmy wishes he had followed Jesus’ advice to do just that.
Yeah, it’s all very sad that he is dead and will never be brought to justice here on earth, but I have no doubt he will not go to heaven so he will meet his justice in the afterlife.
I read this piece of news some weeks ago and i found very shocking the fact that everybody knew it. Everybody, since he was around 20 and introduced himself in the show business knew he was a pedophile, but everybody kept silent for decades and decades. Also everybody in the BBC knew it.
It is so sad to check again and again that the really guilty ones are not the psychopaths but those who choose to ignore what’s happening.
And I had no idea M.Jackson was one of them. I liked his music when I was younger…How disgusting. These fucking creatures everywhere, and some of them have talent. Disgusting.
I find this thread extremely disturbing for me.
Thirty years ago when I was 21 I was subjected to the stare for six weeks when I went into our local pub for a drink. I was intrigued as no one had ever did this to me before. In my fairytale brain, I convinced myself that it was love at first sight.
22 years later after one separation due to his abuse. Hidden off course during courtship and counseling for him and us both, and six years of harmony, the mask dropped and HE was back.
During the nine months of torture that I endured when this happened I witnessed not only that the glittering stare was back, but another that was black, blank and dead. I went into shock at the sudden mistreatment and he revealed a lot about himself including incest fantasies regarding our daughters and also pedophile tendencies.
When I escaped( it felt like a hostage situation), I suffered chronic detachment, disorientation, dissociation, cognitive dissonance and PTSD. I was a mess and just hanging onto my identity with by a thread.
I got treatment for a severe stress breakdown and he was checked by the CPS. Case dropped as nothing came up against him. End of story.
But what these stories trigger in me is flashbacks. Not of the bad times during the abuse, but of the ‘good’ times in that six years it had stopped as I thought with outside help.
How could I not have known haunts me.
Flashback.
I very rarely went to family events on his side. Although all grown, his four sisters and him would degenerate into a kids party it seemed and they all bullied his mum. Dad sat in the corner as petty tyrant. I was the quiet inlaw.
I never ever felt comfortable with them and he knew this.
On the year that his dad died his mum decided to have her birthday in a restaurant that they always go to. I had managed through the years to avoid going but this time I felt I had to as she was now on her own. The fact that his dad would not be there as I extremely disliked him was a factor too.
I bought a really pretty dress and as I very rarely went out (ex had a phobia) I was looking forward to wearing it. Not only for me–but for him and I was looking forward to seeing his face when I wore it. Also–his family have a tendency to scrutinise and criticise everything they see so I wanted to be decent.
The ex decided that day to go for a pint with his brother in law before going to the restaurant and he told me to meet him there. This was unusual because of said phobia and I was not happy but I did as he said calling on my courage to face them all alone.
When he and the brother in law arrived I was seated at the top of the table beside his mum and he got put to the bottom. I could tell instantly (abused woman that I used to be) something was amiss with him as he was loud and gregarious rather than his normally reformed quiet self.
I remember feeling disappointed that he didn’t comment on my dress as it was not as if I wore a nice one often and I knew I looked good. I also felt very wary of him as if the insults he used to give me were not far away. I just kept my head down and stayed quiet. The man with the stare was in charge.
This is where I have to put it down in paper to make it real. Please forgive me if the post is long.
At the bottom end of the table things had become boisterous to say the least. Uncle J (him) was playing with the kids, throwing them about and they were squealing with delight at an adult playing this way with them.
Note: He never played with his own kids this way. Our kids were absent simply because I couldn’t afford their regular restaurants prices for all of us and I brought them take aways in instead.
As said, I wen t quiet at his behaviour and I happened to look down the table at him and he looked straight at me. It was his first real acknowledgment of me and I couldn’t place the look in his eyes.
Now I can as I remember it vividly. It was GLEE.
As time went on I could tell that the waiters and waitresses hated waiting on them They were so ignorant and they acted superior. I had to get away for a breather. My excuse was smoking and I went outside to have one and was joined by him. He was his normal, quiet calm self and I felt RELIEF.
I vowed that night never to do it again for other reasons such as the way they acted and the way he ignored me.
Now I can’t get out of my mind that he played with those kids in that way after his big reveal. The night takes on a whole new meaning for me.
I am having flashbacks of other times he put himself in the position to be with kids and he played the friendly uncle.
Just horror.
Thanks for listening
xxx