Paul Dacre in defensive mode at Leveson. |
It’s
beginning to appear as though the story about Jimmy Savile has, as our cousins
across the Pond might say, gone nuclear.
Revelation
follows revelation. The numbers of those making allegations rise almost
inexorably.
It
is worth noting, at this juncture, that the response from some people,
questioning why they had not come forward before, as though this means that
their allegations are automatically false, does not hold up.
It
is quite normal in cases of abuse for the victim/s not to be able to say
anything until the abuser has died – in other words, when the psychological
grip is suddenly broken.
But
back to Savile. Allegations about his time at the BBC, about his visits to NHS
hospitals and about his appointment, in 1988, as the head of a taskforce
overseeing the high-security Broadmoor Hospital, after the health secretary had
dismissed the hospital’s management board.
It
has seen some quite extraordinary coverage in elements of the conventional
media.
And
social media continues to see journalists themselves wringing
their hands one minute and, the next, insisting that, while there is plenty of
anecdotal evidence that publications knew about Savile – and knew years ago –
they couldn’t have done anything.
The
whinging is reflected below.
'We had no resources.'
Well,
except when you wanted to hire private detectives and employ the increasing trend for chequebook
journalism, including making payments to police.
'Okay,
so we had resources – but we didn’t have any witnesses.'
Yes. Well that's the sort of thing that real journalists go out and find. And the (regulated) ITV does not appear to have had such a problem in making its documentary about the deceased DJ and TV presenter, does it?
And as it happens, there were witnesses. According to this, in 1994, the Sunday Mirror had "credible and convincing" evidence from two women who claimed that they had been abused, but the paper's legal team warned against publication. At least the paper's then editor, Paul Connew, spread the word with some impact.
'There’d
only be an inquiry if someone can say that Savile had a horse that he let the
PM ride.'
Because,
in case you haven’t realised it already, all those poor, poor journalists who
have (along with police and other figures) been arrested as part of Operation
Elevedon never did anything wrong (even if and when a jury decides otherwise), and corruption and criminal activities such
as phone hacking aren’t really crimes when done by journalists in pursuit of a
story, and …
You
get the gist of the martyred indignation, one hopes.
So
what sort of worthy stories do these put-upon parts of the fourth estate
produce with the resources that they do have and do choose to use?
Oh
yes. World-changing issues such as how Max Mosely likes a spot of consensual
S&M. A story that the News of the World then had to invent lies about in
order to present a spurious cover of public interest – as opposed to it simply
publishing something to titillate the public.
Sex
sells. And to some in our trade, anything goes: there is no privacy if you are
in the public spotlight. You are fair game for a profit-making story about your
private life even when there is no evidence of a crime or even a note of
hypocrisy.
If
you dare to suggest that such an approach is wrong, then you're a snob and an elitist.
Instead,
such people – and, more to the point – the publishers and editors who are the
ones who choose to follow such routes – decide to patronise people and dumb
down the public discourse by feeding readers a diet of crass and salacious
gossip and ‘scandal’, and anything that will send them into an orgy of knee
jerkery, which sometimes goes as far as liberating an actual mob.
The
Paulsgrove riots are a perfect illustration of exactly this. And it is not
snobbery and it is not elitism to say so.
And whipping up hysteria or peddling the details of people's private lives isn’t ‘proper’ journalism either. It’s a sham.
The
reality is that, just as with people in other walks of life, people on
newspapers knew about Savile. And for whatever reason, editors and publishers
chose not to follow up the stories.
Or,
if the one case that has been mentioned is correct, when one title did, it was then dared by
Savile himself to publish – and, he told them, in so doing, be responsible for all the monies he raised for
Stoke Manderville drying up.
It
is a simple fact that the culture in the UK has changed almost out of
recognition in terms of child abuse and other forms of abuse and exploitation.
Well
into the 1980s, the issues was simply brushed under the carpet – by all
sections of society.
A
friend, who grew up in London’s East End, once told me how, if there were any
rumours of ‘kiddy fiddling’ in the community, a group of local men would go
around to the accused’s house, give them a seeing to and ensure they would
leave the area and never return.
Knowing
about this was almost a rite of passage into manhood.
In
the meantime, the problem was simply shifted somewhere else – much as happened
with the church, when priests were known to be abusing children.
That
that is no longer the case; that we take child abuse seriously and that we
listen to children now, is cause for – well, if not celebration, then at least
a feeling that things have changed for the better.
But
it is bad history to attempt to impose the attitudes of today onto the past –
even when, as here, that past is within the living memories of many.
To
illustrate this better: were you to study the history of the Colosseum in Rome,
you would need to put aside your own horror at what went on there and attempt
to understand it in terms of the attitudes of ancient Rome at that time; to
understand how it was considered to honour the gods, for instance.
That’s
not about ‘excusing’ or ‘condoning’: it is about reading history properly.
Of
course, when history is concertinaed, as it is here; when culture has changed
so markedly in such a very short time, it is particularly difficult to employ
such perspective.
The
media could help. Good journalism could help.
Instead,
we see a delight in jumping onto the blame bandwagon.
And
in the case of some, it is an excuse to promote an agenda that has absolutely
nothing to do with the protection of children or any possible justice for the
alleged victims.
In
a quite extraordinary rant in Thursday’s paper, Daily Mail editor Paul Dacre decided to use the Savile case to lay into two of
his pet hates: the BBC and the Leveson inquiry into standards in the press.
Suffice
it to say that Dacre would like Leveson to broaden the inquiry to look into the
Savile affair (having previously said the remit was already too broad).
But
let’s examine the issue a little further.
Dacre,
as mentioned before, is hardly a paragon of virtue. He might enjoy exposing sex
‘cheats’, but judged by nothing more than his own standards, he is one himself, having been revealed to have had an affair.
His
editorial meetings are infamously known as ‘the vagina monologues’ because of
the language he uses. He has apparently turned something called ‘double
cunting’ into an art form.
Bullying,
perchance?
Martin
Clarke is the Mail Online’s editor. But Dacre is not only the editor of the Daily
Mail
itself, he is also the editor-in-chief of the Mail group as a whole.
One
could be forgiven for imagining that such a powerful man would, therefore, be
able to exercise some control over all aspects of the group’s product.
Mail
Online,
however, sits so far from the moral posturing of Dacre that it’s really quite hard to grasp.
Let’s
leave aside, for the sake of this discussion, the utterly irresponsible cult of
cancer scare stories that the group feeds to its readership.
Let’s
pass over the ignominious approach to women; to the promotion by the group as a
whole – and the website in particular – of a culture of self-loathing, through a
variety of means, from the constant photographs and derogatory comments on the
weight, shape and clothing of women in the public eye, and even if,
in middle age, they have cellulite, to the faddy diets that appear regularly in
its pages.
Let’s
concentrate, instead, on its obsession with under age girls.
Loath
though I am to give the Mail any extra revenue through hits, if you visit its
online site and, in the search box, type ‘all grown up’, it will produce at
least 10 pages of results for this one phrase.
From the first two pages of search results:
“Classy
Chloe: Teen actress Moretz, 14, looks all grown up as she steals the the [sic]
show at Hugo premiere” gushed a header for Mike Larkin’s piece on 22 November
2011.
“All
grown up! Chloe Moretz looks very ladylike and older than her 14 years as she
attends Hugo screening” ran a further headline on 7 December 2011, in case
you hadn't quite got the point the first time around.
“Pop
star ‘boyfriend’ and a spicy new rock girl image: Dionne Bromfield is all grown
up”, said the headline to a piece by Martin Howden on 17 August this year.
The
story itself trilled: “Dionne Bromfield may only be 16-years-old, but she’s
letting us know she’s not a little girl anymore.
“The
goddaughter of Amy Winehouse wore a daring outfit …”
Gist
got? Well, at least she’s legal. Just.
“From
geek to chic: Modern Family’s little Ariel Winter is all grown up at Critic’s
Circle Awards in Beverley Hills”, said the headline for a story by “Daily Mail
Reporter” on 21 June 2011.
“She’s
beloved as the brainy middle child of the Dunphy Family in ABC’s hit series
Modern Family, but Ariel Winter was all grown up – and anything but geeky – at
the Critics’ Choice Award in Beverly Hills today.
“The
13-year-old actress …”
To
be fair, the Mail does not limit this obsession to girls.
“All
grown up! Prince Jackson, 15, stands almost as tall as his bodyguard as he
steps out in Los Angeles”, ran a headline for a story on 5 July 2012 about one
of Michael Jackson’s children.
“Daily
Mail Reporter” wrote that, since Jackson’s death in 2009, “his son, Prince, has
seemingly grown overnight into a strapping young man”.
The
day after Dacre’s broadside against the “cesspit” at the BBC and how Leveson
should Do Something, came this:
“Growing
up too fast? Paris Jackson steals the show with a very grown up look on the red
carpet.”
Joel
Cooper had written: “Looking much older than her 14-years, Paris Jackson stole
the show when she arrived at a red carpet event on Thursday night in Beverly
Hills”.
Again
in the interests of absolute fairness, some of these ‘all grown up’ stories
involve celebrities who are now in their thirties. And some of these stories
are written by female journalists.
But
‘all grown up’, eh? No hint of Lolita in any of these, is there? Nothing of the
Humbert Humbert, if lacking the consolation of Nabokov’s prose.
I
am far, far from being a prude. In essence, I am a libertarian on
matters sexual. Assuming consent and adulthood, then it is and should be nobody
else’s business.
But
there is something skin-crawlingly nasty about this Mail obsession – and even
more so when considered in the light of Dacre and his rants about ‘morality’.
In
that same editorial, he wrote: “The Mail utterly condemns phone hacking.
But in truth much of it was practised to obtain celebrity tittle-tattle. Yes,
utterly deplorable, but a footling matter, we would suggest, compared to the
molestation and rape of 13-year-old girls.”
Or
to something akin to the pimping of such girls for a drooling readership, perhaps?
And yes, readers and consumers of such media have a responsibility too.
Dacre’s
Mail
decrys the sexualisation of young girls. Yet he fails to use his position of
authority in the Mail group of newspapers to do anything to stop this same group
doing precisely that.
When
appearing before Lord Leveson, Mail
Online editor Martin Clarke told the hearing that he reports, editorially, to
editor-in-chief Dacre, and commercially, to Associated Newspapers’ managing
editor, Kevin Beatty.
So unless he lied or the group's editorial chain of command this is meaningless, it is within Dacre’s capacity to change the editorial bent of the paper’s
online edition.
Clarke,
incidentally, also described the Daily Mail is an “ethical, decent” newspaper,
run by good people. (Clarke’s full witness statement to Leveson is here.
All Dacre’s witness statements and submissions can be found here).
But
back to Savile.
Some
of what is being said about how the news media could not do anything is
particularly absurd, though, given that Savile’s own autobiography, published
in 1974 and presumably written by him or ghosted from he said, includes the
following:
“A
high ranking lady police officer came in one night and showed me the picture of
an attractive girl who had run away from a remand home. ‘Ah.’ says I all
serious, ‘if she comes in I’ll bring her back tomorrow but I’ll keep her all
night first as my reward.’ The law lady, new to the area, was nonplussed. Back
at the station she asked ‘Is he serious?’
“It
is God’s truth that the absconder came in that night. Taking her into the
office I said, ‘Run now if you want but you can’t run for the rest of your
life.’ She listened to the alternative and agreed that I hand her over if she
could stay at the dance, come home with me, and that I would promise to see her
when they let her out.
“At
11.30 the next morning she was willingly presented to an astounded lady of the
law. The officer was dissuaded from bringing charges against me by her
colleagues, for it was well known that were I to go I would probably take half
the station with me.” (p56-7)
There
are other revealing excerpts too. But it hardly requires much of an imagination
to comprehend what Savile himself said or set down on paper.
To
take it at face value is to see that the police are implicated. And it appears
that nobody batted an eyelid. Nobody read it, was shocked and raised the matter with, say, the police or any other authorities – or if they did, nobody did anything.
Will
Dacre also be demanding an inquiry into the publisher of the autobiography (if still extant)? What
about the book’s editor, if still alive?
What
about any journalist who read and reviewed it? Did the Mail itself review the book?
Eighteen
years ago, a senior journalist at the Mail, who had previously been at the Telegraph, told me about Savile.
It seems unlikely that nobody else at either of those titles didn’t know too.
In
those days, I had no work resources to pursue the story – I didn’t even have
basic expenses.
Those
newspapers – and others – did.
Former Daily Express editor Brian Hitchen now claims he has known – for 45 years. But, of course, the libel laws and a cult of penning only uncritical celebrity stories stopped him doing anything.
There are many reasons that they may have chosen to do nothing: some have been touched on above.
Whatever the reasoning, the media knew – and it chose not to tackle the issue. It chose not to employ proper journalism to get to the bottom of the allegations and rumours. It chose to turn its back on witnesses.
In
the last few days, I have tweeted to @MailOnline, pointing out that the paper knew –
and chose to do nothing. Strangely, there has still been no response.
I
haven’t done the same to the Telegraph, because there is not the
hypocrisy element involved that is clearly part of what is happening at the Mail now.
Our
culture, as I noted above, has changed hugely. It would be crass and pointless to go around blaming everyone for behaviour and attitudes that, in days of yore, were considered culturally acceptable – or at least not beyond the pale.
Yet it is the Mail that squeals the
loudest – while at the same time showing a continued flagrant disregard for anything
other than making a profit out of, amongst many other things, the sexualising
of children.
Dacre
should take heed of the proverb about people in glass houses before launching
into tirades against the morals and ethics of others.
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