At the time of writing, we don’t yet know whether the allegations that are being made against Jimmy Savile are true. I was always terrified of him as a child. Even as a ten year old, I didn’t like the way he had children draped over his chair while he grabbed their legs and puffed away at his cigar. I asked the Dead Dad about it. He said that he was just weird. Some people are just weird, and it’s best to avoid them.
There’s a school near where I live where the new chair of governors was… well, weird. He gave off a bad vibe. He asked whether he would be able to accompany the year 5 class to their week-long residential retreat. The headteacher said yes, and arrangements were made. Some of the teachers at the school were concerned as something simply didn’t feel right. But nobody said anything.
And then, with less than a week to go before the trip, his CRB check came in. He had failed. He resigned as chair of governors on the spot, and that was that.
I don’t think it’s healthy for us to rely upon government to tell us who are paedophiles and who aren’t. As parents, as teachers, as scout leaders, as Sunday School helpers, it’s up to us to use our intuition and not allow the children within our care to come to harm. Governments tend to be incompetent at the best of times. Why leave something so important up to them?
I’d like to think that, had my letter been accepted on Jim’ll Fix It, the Dead Dad would have insisted that we did something else that day instead.