Savile even abused his own sister's grandchild twice
His great niece reveals the scandal's most sickening twist yet - and how he bribed his sister to cover it up
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Caroline Robinson recalls how she was sexually assaulted by Jimmy Savile TWICE
Her admission that even she, a family member, was a victim of his depravity is a chilling one. Caroline was molested twice by him: once when she was just 12 and again three years later.
But equally unsettling is her revelation that Savile bought the silence of close members of his family circle by bribing them with lavish gifts and money. Her grandmother Marjorie Marsden, Savile’s elder sister, knew he had abused Caroline, and, she believes, Marjorie was also well aware he was a prolific and predatory paedophile. But she refused to confront her famous brother because she knew that if Savile were brought to book, the comfortable lifestyle he provided for her would end.
Uncle Jimmy gave Marjorie everything she wanted,’ says Caroline. ‘She was interested in Egyptology, so he bought her a house on the Nile. When she divorced, he paid for the best lawyer. He paid for her to live in a smart BUPA care home near his flat in Roundhay Park in Leeds just before she died in 2006
‘She had private medical insurance and a cottage in Llandudno, courtesy of Jimmy; he bought her a caravan on the coast there. If Marjorie had blabbed, Jimmy would have had nothing. No fame, no money. In fact, he’d have been in jail. And Marjorie would have had nothing, too.
When Savile first assaulted Caroline, she was a shy, self-effacing 12-year-old. Sweet-faced and blonde, she had a pronounced stammer; even so, she was excited when her mother June, a barmaid, and father, Nick, a bus driver, announced that Uncle Jimmy would be making a rare visit to their modest council house in Seacroft, Leeds.
‘He came into our sitting room, wearing his usual shell-suit and vest, smoking a cigar. The smell of cigar smoke permeated him. He kissed my hand. It was his trademark greeting and I remember feeling ten feet tall.’
‘Jimmy patted his knee because he wanted me to sit there, which I did. He placed me very deliberately in the centre of his lap. ‘I was innocent, unaware of the facts of life, and I remember thinking, “There’s something hard in his trousers”.
‘I remember feeling his hands rubbing my back. It wasn’t an innocent stroke or brush of the hand — he was pressing his fingers into my back and down my spine until they reached my knickers.
‘Then he pushed them under the elastic and rested them on my buttocks.
‘The extraordinary thing is the room was full, but no one seemed to notice what he was doing. My grandma was sitting opposite us. She must have seen, but she didn’t intervene.
‘I knew it felt uncomfortable, wrong. I pulled away and said I wanted to go to the toilet. Then I went into my bedroom and burst into tears. I remember thinking: “I can’t tell Mum and Dad because they won’t believe Uncle Jimmy would do that.”
‘Later Grandmamma asked me why I’d been crying. I said: “Uncle Jimmy put his hand in my knickers.” She told me not to be silly. Then I said: “He touched my bottom,” and she said: “Jimmy doesn’t mean anything by it.” So she knew.
‘She said: “I’ll have a talk to Jimmy.” Not another word was said after that. She was the head of the household.’
It was not until another family party — this one at the Mansion Hotel in Leeds — that Caroline encountered her great uncle again: she was 15 and he had agreed to DJ for the evening.
Caroline felt repulsed, wary, but recalls: ‘I was there with my boyfriend Peter and I didn’t think Jimmy would be a threat.’
Next, Caroline remembers, the mood of the evening became darker. ‘Mum said to me: “Take some food to Uncle Jimmy,” and I resisted. I was trembling.’ Cajoled by her mother, she went.
She has a graphic recollection of the repulsive assault that followed.
‘I went up to the DJ’s booth and proffered the plate. Jimmy pushed me into a recess behind the booth. He cornered me; I was trapped. I can still summon up the smell of him; his cigars and a sweet, sickly girls’ perfume.
‘I remember it was noisy and he was whispering: “What can Uncle Jimmy do for you?” I said: “Get off me!”
I struggled but it just seemed to make him more excited. ‘You hear about people being actually raped who just go along with it, just so it will be over quicker. And that’s what I did. I stopped resisting. He was a strong man; wiry, fit. I was a schoolgirl of 15.
‘When it was over, I ran outside. I remember being sick. Then I went into the hotel toilets and scrubbed myself. I didn’t tell anyone; not Peter or my parents. Peter went home. I went home with Mum and Dad, and Jimmy just disappeared, as he always did. I remember lying in the bath and scrubbing myself. I felt I couldn’t get clean; I couldn’t get Jimmy’s smell off me.”’
If I could dig him up, I’d let the crows feed on him.’
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Just ..... :sad:
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