I can still remember exactly what I was wearing, a royal blue cordouroy
skirt and a royal blue tee shirt with a little red and blue pattern on
the front, the left side. It was a new outfit, I was going to a
birthday party, I was seven. My mum said why didn't I go to our
neighbours house to show Lily my new outfit. Lily and her husband didn't
have kids and so she doted on me as her own.
I knocked the door and after a time, a strange man answered. I asked if
Lily was in and through broken English, he told me she was not but
beckoned me in, he told me she wouldn't be long. He was huge, I
remember, with a massive bushy beard. I vaguely knew he was a holy man
but that's it. I was very shy and his English wasn't great, so we didn't
speak much. He asked me to come over to him, and as I did so, he sat
me on his knee. Then he abused me. I can still feel the bristles of
his beard against my cheekbone, going into my eye as he did what he did.
I was only seven. I knew I didn't like what was happening, and I thought
it was wrong, but I didn't comprehend how wrong. It happened a couple
more times afterwards, when Lily was out. I soon learned to never go to
Lily's when I knew he was there.
So, did I tell anyone about my abuse? Well quite simply the answer to
that is no. Why? Because I was a scared child and he was a grown up, a
holy man, quite high up in his faith. I didn't think anyone would
believe me, I didn't want to hurt Lily, she was my friend and I didn't
tell my parents because I was scared of what would happen.
Now let's cut to me, age 17/18. Repressed memories was the name of the
game. I heard from Lily that my abuser had died. The memories all came
flooding back to me and I broke down. I was free, but I still didn't
tell my parents because I was still scared. And I daren't tell Lily. I
eventually didn't tell my mum until I was about 24. And she believed
me, and she cried with me and she was angry she called him all the names
under the sun. She asked me why I hadn't told her and I explained that I
was scared, how I knew it was wrong but as I was only seven I didn't
know just how wrong it was. Also, I said I didn't know if she'd believe
me, and that I didn't want to hurt Lily, and have her hate me...
All of which brings me to the current news surrounding the late Jimmy
Savile. Having watched Exposure on Wednesday night, I felt had a sort of
connection with the survivors of his abuse. The fear that if you said
anything, no one would believe you, the fear of alienation by your
family/peers. But the thing I think that has angered me are the people
saying 'well, why wait til he's dead? He can't defend himself'. I can't
speak for those he abused, but in my case, I waited until my abuser was
dead because I was old enough to comprehend what was done to me by then,
and just how wrong it was. Jimmy Savile's survivors knew that it was
wrong, one in fact, a resident at a Dunford School for Girls was placed
in isolation after her accusation:
Charlotte, was 14 when she first met Savile. She revealed how she was
even punished after telling teachers he had assaulted her in his
caravan.
"I remember that I sat on his lap. And then I felt this hand
sort of go up my jumper and on my breast. I absolutely freaked out. Then I was just dragged out of the caravan by two of the staff... and
told what a filthy mouth I have, how can I make those terrible
accusations, Uncle Jimmy does nothing but good for the school. I was
taken to the isolation unit, left there for two or three days."
How could you accuse someone at the top of their game in the entertainment field of child abuse? Look at the hate campaign against the woman raped by Ched Evans, labelled a slut and a whore
because she accused and successfully prosecuted him. To use the claim
'He can't defend himself as he isn't here anymore' is little more than
victim blaming and there is never EVER any excuse for that.
The truth is, someone with Jimmy Savile's level of fame and his
connections, was just let get on with it. As Paul Gambacinni stated Jimmy's work for charity seemed to cover up the fact that he was a
paedophile. And all the stars and celebrities who knew and turned a
blind eye to the horrific abuse he carried out should hang their heads
in shame. As the saying goes 'All that is necessary for evil to triumph
is for good men to do nothing'.
Brave post, Tara - I think you're right, too. Someone as famous as him, in the time it was, was probably left to get on with it. Which is disgraceful.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly brave post Tara, everything you've written will resound with other survivors. We need to ditch this attitude where we don't believe the victim because we don't believe the abuser could be an abuser and get victims to come forward without fear of reprisal.
ReplyDeleteYour strength and bravery, Tara, has moved me. NO EXCUSE can be made for Saville or indeed ANY person you carries out such an offence. Thank you for sharing your story.
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