In Britain everybody around Jimmy Savile seemed to know what he was up to, yet let him get on with it. Now they’re gasping at the extent of his abuse that’s become clear since he died. No one’s acknowledging their potential enabling of him and his actions at the time, though.
Terry Richardson is another Jimmy Savile and no one’s doing anything about it.
Meanwhile, Ian Watkins has been jailed but the only ‘enablers’ of his that appear to have come to light are the mothers who let him abuse their children. And I just don’t believe those women were the only enablers he had, I refuse to believe no one else knew. But anyone who I’ve asked questions in relation to this has so far simply refused to answer, because I am nobody and they’re somebody, so why the hell should they have to answer me (or anyone, for that matter).
Still, it’s always been the way that celebrities do stuff that in the non-celebrity world would be frowned upon, to say the least. If your non-celebrity next-door neighbour did the kind of stuff Terry Richardson’s allegedly been up to, he’d be labelled a sick you-know-what. But do that sh!t in the art world, as a rock star, or in Hollywood, and at worst you’ll be labelled ‘eccentric’. It’s almost as if being a creep is a virtue.
It seems there’s a different world out there that has a teflon coating on it, and perhaps nobody in that world does anything because if they did it might implode on itself (and them); there’s everything to lose and nothing to gain for everyone involved.
It makes me sick.