Jimmy Savile wrote an autobiography in 1974 where he described exactly how, back in the 50s, he managed to manipulate an under-age girl into his bed, and how a WPC was dissuaded from laying charges against him for that by her colleagues, with a very strong implication of how it wasn’t the first time for either the sexual predation or the police looking the other way, and not the last time either.
Going by the recent multiple allegations against him now dating from between the 70s to the 2000’s, it looks like people kept on looking the other way for decade after decade after decade.
As Hugh Rifkind says:
I repeat, this is Savile’s autobiography. It wasn’t winkled out of him by a cunning interviewer; he didn’t let it slip when he was pissed. It wasn’t a post-modern joke.
Rather, these are words he wrote in a book, which were read by a publisher, and presumably by lawyers, and by reviewers, and by readers. One of his alleged victims even claims he gave her a copy of it, after abusing her, with the inscription “No Escape!”.
What can these words possibly mean, except for what they seem to mean? How can nobody have noticed?
Right now, many are presumably wondering how his behaviour can have been concealed for so long. But it wasn’t concealed. It was right out there, in plain view, and nobody wanted to see. I’m not sure what the lesson of all this is, but if there is one, it’s horribly bleak.
ADDENDUM: While we’re pointing out people not wanting to see what’s right out there in plain view – one of the iconic “romantic” snapshots of the public jubilation at the end of WW2 turns out to have been a sexual assault.