I’ve been working on a book for the past few months about how (and why) pop culture (mostly movies) shaped my psychological development, with particular focus on my attraction to violence and even violent sexual imagery (and sexualized violence). It’s a sort of memoir in movies and despite its confessional nature it did start out as a relatively light, accessible work. For the last couple of chapters, however, I chose to focus on my brother Sebastian, and so, as might have been expected, it has taken a sudden dive into much darker and more troubling waters, as pertaining for example to Jimmy Savile and his ilk, and the implications of those activities for all of us, especially those of us who grew up in the UK, with “Uncle Jimmy” as our cultural benefactor.
In retrospect I’ve been waiting for the opportunity, or rather the impetus, to start dredging these waters for bodies, but it was inevitable that eventually I would get around to it. The Savile affair marks the intersection between a lifetime’s interests and concerns: pop culture, conspiracy, crime, madness, occultism, psy-ops, child abuse, trauma, and, because Savile’s influence on my own psyche goes back to that time, childhood. While most of Britain is having its entire belief system challenged by the ongoing revelations about what’s possible and what’s not, a lot of people, probably most people, outside the UK remain oblivious to it. The Savile affair is a game-changer.
Recently I had an exchange with Eye of Shiva about Brad Pitt in which I suggested that EOS’s assumption that a celebrity who supported humanitarian causes (and adopted lots of kids!) was a humanitarian might be a somewhat naive view. The best answer to that is: “Jimmy Savile.”
If you’re not familiar with the history, I urge you to watch this video, keeping in mind this is mainstream TV. (It’s also a couple of years old, and so a little out of date; the revelations keep on coming.)