Savile Sex Scandal

When Sir Jimmy Savile, OBE, died last year at the age of 84, the BBC broadcast no fewer than three tribute programs to one of its most famous figures, while both the national press and the Royal Family devoted long eulogies to him. With a public career that spanned 50 years, Savile was more than just a radio DJ or TV presenter or charity worker: he was a national institution, and the revelation that he used his role to sexually abuse minors tarnished many bastions of British society by association.

Sir Jimmy Savile prepares for the Bupa Great North Run in Newcastle, England, Oct. 1, 2006. (Matthew Lewis / Getty Images)

Savile shot to fame in the early 1960s, on the back of the Beatles craze and the explosion of youth culture, and introduced the first edition of the BBC’s iconic chart show, Top of the Pops, in 1964. Before then he’d worked as a radio DJ, professional sportsman, and coal miner. With his shock of long white hair, fast Yorkshire patter, and famous demotic catchphrase  (“’Ow’s about that then guys and gals”) Savile carefully built up an image of postwar classlessness. He drove a Rolls-Royce and smoked Cuban Cohibas, but wore track suits, medallions, and trainers. He mixed with rock stars, prime ministers, and royalty, but always tried be down with the kids on the street or with hospital patients. His primetime TV show, Jim’ll Fix It, lasted 20 years and consistently gained the highest ratings. In it, Savile offered to answer the wishes of children in a godfather–like fashion: for hundreds those youthful dreams turned into a nightmare.

Though the BBC stands in the dock for promoting Savile’s TV career, not to mention canceling aNewsnight investigation into his child abuse last year, the taint spreads much wider than the public-service broadcaster.

Savile was a tireless fundraiser, almost single-handedly creating the modern image of celebrity as charity worker. As a result, he was given unprecedented access to an array of public institutions. He had rooms at several NHS hospitals, including the famous spinal injuries unit at Stoke Mandeville, for which he raised $20 million, at the same time he allegedly abused helpless young patients. He was so popular at the country’s main secure psychiatric hospital, Broadmoor, that he called himself the institution’s “godfather” and was asked to head up a government task force to overhaul the management of the place in 1988, while he also sexually molested young, vulnerable inmates.

Savile’s mixture of Mr. Popular and Mr. Charity made him a welcome figure to politicians and prime ministers, and he led several public-awareness campaigns, most famously the ‘clunk click’ ads that explained the mandatory wearing of car seatbelts. He was a particular favorite of Margaret Thatcher’s; she reportedly invited him to 11 successive New Year’s dinners at the official country residence at Chequers. According to the historian Eliza Filby, whose social biography of the 1980s, God and Mrs Thatcher, is due to be published next year, “Savile was—as far I know—the only former miner to have dinner with Mrs. T.”

“No one found him threatening,” Filby told The Daily Beast: “He was the acceptable face of ’60s counterculture and even made it respectable.”

So respectable was Savile, a teetotaler and devout Catholic, that he was made a papal knight by the Vatican, and became a regular visitor to St. James’s Palace after meeting the Prince of Wales through his charity work. When Charles’s marriage to Princess Diana hit the rocks in the late ’80s, the prince astonishingly called in Savile—the renowned professional bachelor—to provide marriage guidance for both Diana and Sarah Ferguson. 

As Diana revealed in the “Squidygate” tapes to her friend James Gilbey: “‘Jimmy Savile rang me up yesterday, and he said: ‘I’m just ringing up, my girl, to tell you that His Nibs [Prince Charles] has asked me to come and help out the redhead [the Duchess of York].’”

Prince Charles led tributes to Savile when he died last year. While there’s no suggestion the heir apparent had any clue about the celebrity’s predatory sexuality, Savile did host Charles at his Glen Coe hideaway with scantily clad waitresses. The same cottage, now daubed with graffiti calling Savile “a beast,” has been the focus of police investigations. But Savile’s self-mocking lewdness appeared to deceive most people: they took it as a joke rather than the strange form of postmodern irony it really was—Savile hid his predilections in plain sight.