The “Guardian” And The Jimmy Savile Hoax

At one time, the Guardian used to be a fairly reputable newspaper, but those days are long gone. A major UK promoter of the Trump-Russia hoax, it has also been taken in by or allowed itself to be taken in by many other lies. One of these lies is that Jimmy Savile was the most prolific serial child sex abuser and occasional rapist these islands have ever seen. To be fair, the rest of the mainstream media now accepts this claim as proven fact, as do the police and many other institutions, but the true facts are very different.

Savile died in October 2011, two days before his eighty-fourth birthday, and was given a funeral fit for a king, but the following October, a superficially impressive documentary, The Other Side Of Jimmy Savile, trashed his reputation. Indeed, before this documentary was released, Savile’s name was mud due to the advance publicity, his grave headstone having been smashed up. The man behind that documentary went on to boast HOW I CAUGHT BRITAIN’S MOST INFAMOUS PAEDOPHILE.

No dude, you framed a dead man with the help of a gaggle of demented women and assorted liars.

That man is Mark Williams-Thomas. According to the man himself, and this is undisputed, he was a police officer for twelve years, but, nearly half-way towards a fat pension, he quit Surrey Police and became a journalist. Hmm. That being said, not all his claims about his police service ring true. His Wikipedia entry says he was in charge of a child pornography investigation in 1997. At that time he was a humble PC and would most definitely not have been in charge of an investigation of this nature, although he did arrest the man concerned, a young music teacher named Adrian Stark who committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea.

Three years after leaving Surrey Police, Williams-Thomas found himself in the dock at Chichester Crown Court, accused of blackmail in a bizarre case.  The jury took only an hour to clear him, but he doesn’t seem to have learned anything from this experience, namely that allegations are easy to make and often impossible to prove, especially if they are untrue.

Returning to the Guardian, the reader is told how Meiron Jones and Liz MacKean were actually the first people to “out” Savile, who was said to have sexually abused a number of girls at Duncroft School. Jones was the nephew of the woman who ran Duncroft, and claims he would often see Savile’s Rolls-Royce parked outside. Indeed.

It is claimed in this article by Poppy Sebag-Montefiore that in 2010, Jones found a memoir published on-line by a former Duncroft pupil, detailing abuse by a celebrity “JS”.  The truth is that neither Williams-Thomas nor Jones was the first to out Savile; these allegations had long been made to the police, and Savile had been questioned about them in October 2009. He turned up without legal representation and debunked every single claim. As with the Jian Ghomeshi case in Canada - who was tried and acquitted - his accusers were later given space to rehash these lies.

After Savile’s death, the Duncroft allegations led to an explosion of similar allegations from all over the country. The police appealed for other victims to “come forward”, and they did so in droves. They include him a claim in January 2013 that he had raped a girl at a Satanic mass in 1975, and that he had procured underage boys for Edward Heath who were murdered aboard the latter’s boat. Heath was one of only four Prime Ministers of England never to have married; he was widely (and erroneously) believed to be homosexual, but like Savile he is long dead, and no calumny is too great to heap on his corpse.

The Duncroft allegations have now been thoroughly debunked by two bloggers - the anonymous Moor Larkin and the late Susanne Cameron-Blackie who blogged as Anna Raccoon. Susan Nundy - to use her married name - was actually at Duncroft in the 1960s, and until her premature death in August 2017, she did everything in her power to expose the Savile hoax.

Following the Williams-Thomas pseudo-documentary, hospital authorities the length and breadth of the country carried out extensive investigations which all turned up nothing.

There are extant films of Savile interacting with girls and young women, but again, they prove nothing sinister. Perhaps the most absurd of these alleged victims is Sylvia Edwards who claimed to have been indecently assaulted by Savile on Top Of The Pops. It is clear there was some physical interaction, but from her reaction - jumping up and laughing - it is just as clear there was no sexual assault. Even so, decades later she appeared on morning TV where she claimed otherwise, and the presenters went along with her. Memory is a strange thing, but the desire for money isn’t. Many people have fed at the Savile trough, especially lawyers.

While Jimmy Savile was no saint, the worst that can be said of him is that was a tireless self-publicist and that sometimes he rubbed people up the wrong way. He was a Marmite sort of person, either you loved him or you hated him. Sure, he liked being around young people, especially attractive young girls, but who doesn’t?

With regard to the so-called cover-up at the BBC, this is a claim we hear again and again in connection with all manner of allegations. If there is nothing to cover up, there is no scandal. Scurrilous allegations that are shown to be false are often “covered-up” to protect the innocent. In March 2017, a schoolteacher in New Zealand was accused of indecently assaulting a number of eleven year olds in his class. He faced seven charges and was acquitted the following year when his accusers admitted they had made it all up. (Teachers, care workers and police officers are often falsely accused). His name was suppressed by the court, but if the allegations hadn’t gone that far, the whole affair would have been “covered-up”. Ten or twenty years later, someone comes along, finds a stub in a file, and presto - it was all a conspiracy. That was and is surely the case with Jimmy Savile, but don’t expect anyone who writes for the Guardian to be intelligent enough to realise that, or to care if they are.