You can call me “SIR”

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James Wilson Vincent Savile.
Born in Leeds, on Halloween, to parents practicing the catholic theme.
The youngest of seven, Adored by his mother.
Things changed in his life with the death of his father.
Just a small lad aged only four. By the time he was 14 he was pushed out the door
To work in the mines and do it hard. Between parents and workers emotionally and physically scared.
To face a world that lay in wait to serve up his dreams on a silver plate.

Making connections where ever he goes. Hosting top of the pop, Jim‘ll fix it and those kind of shows.
Working at the BBC helped fulfill his dream of being an icon in the upper class scene.
With money and power and the trust of a nation well beyond his own expectations.
His fame and notoriety gathered momentum, with cunning and lies he cheated the system.
He received hundreds of letters from Children all over the nation. Begging to be part of the shows celebrations
“The lucky ones” where chosen to attend his show. With guest stars celebrities, people we know
Behind the farced of smiles and cheers lay wake to a life time of painful tears
He surrounded himself with people in power. Secrets they shared innocence devoured
Touring the country from one end to the other. Became friends, Dianna and Charles, even his mother.
Offering support to children’s homes and hospitals for the disabled. A hero, a saint he now is labeled
Politicians, police, singers and stars, parties, trips, sex and cigars
For decades he would hold a Friday Morning Club, for the wealthy and the police were shoulders could rub.
Where they could sit together and discuss their week. Plan outings for the disabled whose futures appeared bleak.
He opened dance halls where runaway children would go. To feel safe and warm out of the snow
He passed away peacefully at the age of 84. Buried high on a hill top so he could watch the shore.
His charity endless and celebrated by all. A hero, a champion the mourners recall.
“BREAKING NEWS” has come to light. The truth of his perversion, he was NO white knight.
A documentary aired that revealed a monster, a sick vile man that preyed on youngsters
It opened the door for people to be heard. As children they were ignored, told they are being absurd
Quickly hushed by people with power, even those they trust their own mother and father.
No one could have imagined the depths of his illness. Except those that stayed silent even after they witnessed.
The unsavory acts that went on behind the scenes. With stars, Savile and children’s screams.
As more and more information comes to light. Why did no one listen to the plight?
Of the people that told the truth about a sick twisted man. They are part of the cover up, where they part of the clan?
There are no explanations that can excuse their behavior. Just one person one voice could have been their saviour
But the show was just the start of the darkness about to be exposed. A high profile pedophile ring under their nose.
Where all the employees at the BBC blind? Keeping children in his change room “just trying to be kind”
They don’t give the answers that are true; saving their ass is what they’re trying to do.
Attacks that were reported to police. Never looked into no press release
No charges laid. Just left to carry on. 70 years of depravity, what has he done?
His family knew of his sicko ways. They kept it quiet, like in a daze.
Blinded by the money he gave a bribe for the abuse that went on for decades.
He paid money to the parents of some off his victims. Greed, through poverty caught in the system
Since the airing of the doco and Savile's death. A sigh of relief, take a deep breath.
The courage that it took for so many faces so many people from so many places
To stand up and speak out about what had been done! Expecting answers from authorities that allowed it to go on.
Task force assembled to compile information. They question the people from the BBC station
But as with the passing time many have died free from their crime. Others sit silently and continue to deny.
Operation Yewtree set up to crack down on pedophile rings, make some busts, and set up stings.
Many friends of Savile are connected to the busts. Majors, police people we trust.
People like Gary Glitter a singer in his day. Charged and arrested he didn’t get away.
The question is why just him, he was with Savile at the time of his sin.
Back stage in his dressing room at the BBC show. Glitter got busted, Savile let go.
Another friend of Savile’s Peter Righton, what this man was about was truly frightening.
Campaigning for the age of consent to be lowered, stating 4yrs old they are ready to be discovered.
Freddie Starr is another name that comes to mind, fondling children any place any time,
Recorded doing so on the BBC. But again let off allowed to roam free.
Savile’s warped and deranged life style so well hidden from the public eye, No need for excuses no need to try.
The ring that he ran with and the power up high, keep his secret. Till the day he died
The world looked on in disbelief, at this monster and what he achieved.
So well respected, so it seems, the royals and the Vatican held him in high esteem
Giving him two knighthoods. And an OBE. Again I ask, where they too blind to see?
More and more horrors unfold as time marches on. Most of the evidence destroyed. GONE
Savile had keys to the orphanages and hospitals he frequented. No questions asked about sleep over’s. All so demented.
With the knowledge of staff. Without guardians consent. He gathers the disabled. To town he went.
Many times over this would go on. Never questioned never suspected of doing any wrong.
Yet that statement doesn’t ring true, he took them to pedophiles places, the police knew.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people have come forward. His own Nephew knew his life was so sordid
The nephew was brought to the elm place to live, Never abused, but he saw what they did.
He stated there were parties there all the time, food, music, wine.
No women at all. Just men in suits and the like. The parties rolled on till wee hours of the night.
The priest would arrive with younger children than I, Taken to bedrooms, I heard moans and cries.
Many men sometimes up to 30. Would play with the little girls and boys, so shady so dirty.
I have to question yet again, why didn’t the nephew expose Saviles sins?
Even after his death, his silence was kept, hoping the past under the carpet was swept
He spoke at his funeral with words of praise. He finely spoke out in later days.
1975 Haut De La Garenne, a children’s home. Where Salive and his sickos where free to roam
They would arrive in a small group and select a kid. Then disappear to the basement for something more morbid.
A regular meeting place for the sick and deranged the occult practiced kid’s bodies tortured and drained.
Special room set up to accommodate their sick desirers, beds, ropes, video cameras. Funeral fires
The darkest den filled with sadness and pain, torture and abuse for those that remain.
A sadist’s wonderland, a pedophiles dream, recording sex tapes, snuffs movies, all so obscene.
These victims were children left in their care. People knew, children told, people too scared.
In 1976 the officers running the place decided to sing. Declaring this place a well protected-pedophile ring.
So so many victims have come to light, ready to speak out and share their plight.
The youngest victim that we know of was 5yrs old, abused, molested, and controlled
Though the true number of victims Savile violated could be well over 1000. This is not over stated.
The lives that he has torn apart, stolen their childhood, their life ruined from the start.
One example of a life he destroyed, Leisha Brooks, family friend of the camera man he employed.
States she was groomed by him until that day, he took her to work. Savile said “stay”
Grabbing her tightly, pull her onto his lap, pulling her hair to bring her head back
So he could kiss her open mouth, tongue down her throat on the casting couch.
She was nine when all of this started, nobody stopped it. Are they retarded?
For 2 more years she would be molested, raped, abused. Survival instinct tested
She would clearly state. It wasn’t just Savile that took turns at me; there were others high ups from the BBC.
She would be taken at night to The BBC headquarters in white city. There was no use in fighting there was no pity.
The scares that Savile created along with his friends are left wide open festering unable to mend
So many knew but didn’t speak out, so many apart of the cover up, there is no doubt.
How many children have had their lives destroyed, emotions deleted, and childhood void?
How can it be that so many police that knew him didn’t see?
Were the police so stupid, so blind to see or following orders from high up the pedophile’s tree.
The BBC what’s happened to them? the dirty old men committing sins.
I will not forgive or excuse the women there, the ones doing make up fixing kids hair,
I know that they witnessed some of what went on, and I know they knew. Ignored it and went home.
Even though this catastrophe spans 70 years. Those that are dead we shed no tears
For those that are living and outwardly lie. I hope nightmares haunt them till the day they die.
You can sit back in your chairs late at night, justify your actions but you know it wasn’t right.
Teachers, family, doctors, policemen too, all silent but I bet they knew.
Either part of this fucked up group or paid off to turn mute.
The latest discovery to add to it all was a list of children’s names ages, rated sexually draw on a wall.
In Salives studio, under layers of wall paper. Hundreds of name’s to be tracked down later.
Saviles dying wishers were carried out to a tee; he was buried on a hill overlooking the sea.
But that wasn’t all that his final resting place peer over, schools of some of his victims was soon discovered.
The enormous head stone that marked his grave, with loving messages deeply engraved.
The epitaph reads “It was good while it lasted”. Revolting human sick twisted bastard.

A footnote: Savile was stripped of most of his titles and his headstone was removed in the dead of night the inscription scratched off and then smashed to pieces.