Below are images of Jimmy Savile’s funeral.
You may be wondering why am I writing about Savile when this site primarily focuses on the teachers at my school St Joseph’s College, Ipswich, and clerical abusers in Ipswich from the 1960s through to the 1980s.
But regular readers will know that the Ipswich Knights of St Columba were part of the Catholic ring of paedophiles in the 1960s and, quite possibly, later decades. They were also intimately associated with St Joseph’s.
And it seems likely that Savile was a Knight of St Columba. So bear with me while I go over the background here.
If you’re a regular reader you will know there is an independent testimony – see an earlier post – that identifies at least one sexual abuser who was listed as an Ipswich Knight of St Columba. Namely Father Jolly, the school chaplain, who liked to tape record children’s confessions so he could listen to their ‘impure thoughts’.
Plus there’s my own testimony.
In the independent testimony, by another St Joseph’s pupil, he makes it clear he was the subject of a complex cover up, following Brother James’s violent and very serious sexual assault on him. Furthermore there are clear indications in his testimony that there was a sophisticated system by the Knights already in place to deal with problems of this kind. From his testimony it would seem that such assaults had happened before, not just in Ipswich and had been covered up.
There’s also a private testimony sent to me by a St Joseph’s Old Boy which explains in great detail how the Knights were operators behind the scenes, the good that they did, just how much power they still have, and he warns me not to ‘piss them off too much or they could bring me much pain.’
I don’t think it can be any worse than the considerable pain they brought me as a child so bring it on, Knights.
I also related in an earlier post how one Knight of St Columba in Colchester had, just a few years ago, used his position to abuse children and received a very stiff prison sentence. Yet it was barely mentioned in the local press and never made the national media!
So that’s the relevance to Savile, because you can see, officiating at his funeral in Leeds and surrounding the pall bearers, are what appears to be members of the Knights of St Columba.
I say ‘appears’ to be, because there is no official confirmation from the Knights that they are the individuals with the Masonic badges around their necks. Furthermore, there appears to be a media black-out on the subject, which begs the question:
After all, no one cares that the marines who carried Savile’s coffin once held him in high regard. It’s reasonable to assume that they were duped just like everyone else.
Savile was, of course, a devoted Catholic and papal knight and it’s also reasonable to assume that, with such a large turn-out of Knights of St Columba officiating at his funeral, he himself was a member.
I know some researchers have explored the possibility that Savile was also a ritual abuser. This is usually reported as ‘wild Satanic rituals’ and I personally have no point of view on it, either way. But, with Savile, anything is possible.
However, the Knights of St Columba, in my era, definitely had secret rituals which are detailed, colourful, Masonic and even a matter of record on Wikipedia. The Ipswich Knights rituals at which I was present were not wild, they were not Satanic and, in fact, these gentlemen, so full of their own smug self-worth – solicitors, teachers, barristers, surveyors, merchants etc, the cream of 1960s Ipswich society, pillars of the establishment, ended up singing the National Anthem. It’s why I dislike the Anthem even to this day because it presses old buttons.
More about the Ipswich Knights later, but first – back to Savile.
The photos raises the question: were his associates also Knights? I’m thinking of devout Catholic and ice cream parlour king, Peter Jaconelli, and games arcade boss, Jimmy Corrigan. The Knights of St Columba, traditionally, recruited their members from Catholic businessmen.
According to the North Yorks Enquirer, a source I’ve always found to be authoritative:
Like SAVILE and JACONELLI, (Cardinal) HUME was a Freemason, of high degree, and with infinite loyalty to fellow brothers.
It is now conceded that Jaconelli was a child-abuser and a serial rapist and that he offended openly in Scarborough in joint enterprise with Jimmy Savile.
This particular offence was dealt with by the DPP in 1972, the same year that Savile trafficked patients from Rampton Secure Psychiatric Hospital to Scarborough to meet Mayor Peter Jaconelli and Jimmy Corrigan – another Scarborough character who is known to have enjoyed group sessions with Savile – where they were given money and moved into one of Jaconelli’s ice-cream parlours from which all members of the public had been excluded.
I understand it’s possible to be a Freemason and a Catholic Knight.
When I first started researching for validation of my memories that confused me for a while. Because there was an overlap between the Ipswich Masons and the Ipswich Knights. They shared resources, facilities (sport and social clubs) and victims. At first I thought I must be imagining it, but further time consuming research confirmed it. More on that another time.
Meanwhile, do note – Cardinal Hume, Britain’s one time top Catholic was a Freemason.
As I’ve related previously, the Knights and the Masons rituals are/were remarkably similar, no matter how far the Knights try to play that down these days.
The facts speak otherwise – and not just the Knights of St Columba, but also the Knights of St Columbanus (Ireland) and Columbus (USA).
I have acres of research on all these gentlemen which bears this out.
Indeed several commentators and the source of one of the photo links thinks the individuals officiating at Savile’s funeral are Freemasons. I’m pretty certain they’re Knights. I base this assumption on looking at photos of the Leeds KOSC who have the same yellow and cream insignia.
People involved with Savile fall roughly into four camps:
1.Organisations where children and vulnerable people were at risk. Savile’s links to such organisations– we are assured – have been thoroughly investigated. E.G.The BBC. And that would seem like the right thing to do.
Although the new mainstream media reporters revealing the truth on youtube etc (not the prehistoric, censored, mainstream media of yestercentury) might disagree about the BBC. I’m thinking of the brilliant and courageous journalism of reporters like Anna Brees, for instance.
2. Links to irrelevant organisations were – rightly – not investigated. E.G.The marines carrying his coffin. As I’ve said, it’s hardly their fault they got suckered by this creep.
3. Links to Mrs Thatcher, the Royal Family and other important people in government and the establishment in the UK and abroad who Savile was closely connected with.
Cardinal Keith O’Brien, ‘Britain’s top cleric’ , for example. Here’s a photo of him with Savile. The Cardinal resigned ‘amid accusations of inappropriate acts towards his fellow priests.’
Although these individuals have been mentioned and discussed on various sites, they’re mainly ‘off limits’. Certainly there is no investigation of their connection with Savile, even though this is a matter of legitimate public concern. After all, why on Earth did Mrs Thatcher and Prince Charles spend so much time with someone like Savile?
Other researchers have asked these questions and I doubt they’ll ever get the truth although we can all guess. Especially in the post-Epstein era.
But there’s a fourth category that I would say is even more ‘off limits’ than the Royals.
4. The Knights of St Columba.
They seem to be in a unique class of their own.
You won’t find any reference to the Knights and Savile anywhere on the web.
These photos at his funeral are not commented on anywhere.
You won’t find anything negative about the Knights anywhere (apart from one newspaper account of a possible financial fraud case that’s quite old now).
Except on my site.
Which is why you may want to download this post just in case it mysteriously disappears.
Someone has very methodically cleaned the web of anything negative about the KOSC or ensured it was never posted in the first place. That Colchester case about a Knight of St Columba I mentioned, for instance.
But the Knights are involved with children and vulnerable people and, I understand, do lots of charitable work to this day. Just as they did in my era. Given that papal knight Savile was an indefatigable charity worker, it would be reasonable to assume that he must have helped his local Knights of St Columba at some stage in his career.
Why not acknowledge the fact? It’s unfortunate, but hardly damning. Why be so secretive about the connection? If the whole country was fooled by Savile, why would the Knights be any exception? No one would hold it against them.
I certainly wouldn’t, despite what the KOSC Ipswich did to me and other children as a kid. I’ll happily tell myself that was a long time ago and they’ve cleaned up their act and, anyway, it was just the local province.
There’s a kind of damage limitation exercise I use to try and put it out of my mind. It goes something like this: ‘It was awful, but it was all a long time ago and St Joseph’s and the Knights must have changed their ways since. And probably the Knights have nothing more to do with the College now. Children are no longer at risk, so does it matter? Why not let it go?’
But I can’t. Damn it.
Because such strange secrecy is a cause for concern today.
And because I know what an earlier generation of Knights of St Columba did to me and to other children.
So I’ll describe some of it just now. I’ll keep it brief because this is already a long blog and I don’t want to get too graphic.
The Ipswich Knights – in the 1960s anyway – went after the poor and the vulnerable. We were prey. So my mother was a widow with mental health issues and poor as a church mouse and yet – miraculously – she paid for my brother and I to go to St Joseph’s when neither of us passed the eleven plus. How? As my mother’s sister told me in recent years, very carefully, aware that she needed to keep the lid on it, ‘the Church would help’. E.G. The Knights. But why? And there’s more which bears it out. Some of which I’ve related before.
But there’s no such thing as a free lunch and my school fees had to be paid one way or another. That’s certainly how my mother put it to me.
So was I the only victim? Of course not. It’s an elaborate system they must have used on several occasions, at least. At our church, and also living on the council estate was a Polish Catholic widow whose daughter was the same age as me, twelve. She was a pupil at the Convent of Jesus and Mary in Woodbridge Rd, Ipswich. I think she had passed her eleven-plus.
I’ve no idea what they promised the mother or daughter. If you’re poor, and they certainly were, it’s not hard to find a way. And when those cowardly Knights of St Columba are dealing with widows, and there’s no man to rightly knock the shit out of them, you can see just how it worked.
I remember there was some preliminary meeting between the two widows with suitable euphemisms and cover-stories employed. It was also designed as an opportunity for us twelve-years old to be ‘introduced’. It’s sick, but there it is.
That’s what real poverty can do, when there are predators waiting to pounce.
And the Knights had a woman involved – a wife of one of the top Knights. A very important legal eagle. So she acted as a facilitator and fake chaperone to provide some phoney reassurance, although I think everyone knew what was really going on. If you’re a Catholic, it’s all okay as long as you don’t actually spell it all out.
Basically this woman must have been a 1960s version of Ghislaine Maxwell. I think I mentioned her before in an earlier post. I’ve looked at her background – she was a refugee from Nazi Vienna in the 1930s, roughly the same decadent era as the original novel for Eyes Wide Shut, which was clearly based on real-life. That’s supposition, of course, but comments in her obituary about her eccentric character bear out my own recollections of her.
So we’re both around 12, it’s 1961, and we’re taken to this big, very old, detached house, right on the edge of Chantry council estate. It had recently changed its original business purpose as the firm had moved elsewhere in Ipswich. It may even have been half empty at that time. And I assume the Knights rented part of it out for the night. With their business connections that would be easy.
Father Jolly drove me there because I had a habit of getting the hell out when it was time to ‘pay my school fees’. And cycling off and hiding until it was safe to return.
I called it the Gingerbread House partly because it had Dutch gables. I’ve just googled Gingerbread Houses and several of the bigger ones look absolutely identical to it. So if you’re an Ipswich local from my era, and you can be bothered, you can probably figure out where it is. But I also called it the Gingerbread House because I saw the two of us as Innocents, Hansel and Gretel, Babes in the Wood. And that wife of the Knight as the Wicked Abusive Witch. Drawing on that archetypal fairy story helped me to come through the odious experience.
I have a partial memory block on what exactly happened inside. I recall enough to understand and that’s it. And thank God. I don’t really want to remember the details and I don’t think it’s appropriate to write about them anyway. It was the kind of thing these pervert Catholic Knights got off on. It almost certainly had a pseudo-religious ritual element which I’d really rather not dwell on, and that’s all we need to know.
I wish I could say it was a one-off, but I fear it was not. I believe I stopped it after a second visit, but that may or may not be wish fulfilment on my part, because I just wanted the whole damn thing to stop.
Afterwards, Father Jolly drove me just part of the way home and left me to walk the rest. He wanted to get home and I’d served my purpose.
But my strongest memory is the following Sunday. I was an altar boy at St Marks – the Catholic church on Chantry Estate. As I’ve mentioned before, all the middle class Catholics (with the exception of one wealthy family) congregated at the back of the Church. Some of them were Knights. One of them was a teacher at St Joseph’s. There was a definite ‘them and us’, a very noticeable apartheid system, they pointedly kept their distance from the poor on whom some of them, at least, were preying. It was clearly a case of droit de seigneur and I felt that strongly at the time.
In recent times Epstein behaved in a similar way, preying on the poor, and I’m sure there are many others. .
Anyway, I recall checking out the congregation as Father Jolly gave his sermon. I looked at the convent girl and I just couldn’t stop staring at her. Anyone who knows me today will know I’m lousy at hiding how I feel. My face is a total give away – I’d make a lousy conman – and I imagine I was even worse when I was 12 years old.
God knows what the congregation made of it; doubtless they found a way to dismiss it as ‘that wretched gingerheaded altar boy is ogling that poor girl.’
But I can assure you there was nothing dubious about the look I gave her. It was a look of absolute shock. I can still feel it right now as I relive that moment.
It was saying ‘What the hell happened to us?’ Or maybe ‘What did they do to us?’
I can’t be precise. Only the shock is there.
I have shed copious tears every time I focus on that moment. It’s why I have to write this blog post.
After a while, as the sermon ended and she put her hands together in prayer, she very discreetly touched the side of her nose with one finger in the classic ‘don’t be nosey’ gesture.
But it meant rather more to me.
It meant: ‘Let it go’.
And I did.
For a lifetime.
But now it’s time the light of truth was shone on these filth.
And if today’s Ipswich Knights of St Columba think it’s nothing to do with them, because, hey, lucky for them, there’s no records and no proof, and yadda, yadda, yadda – the usual defensive crap, as recommended by their ungodly, money-orientated insurers – and remain, as always, silent on the subject – not to mention today’s St Joseph’s regime –well…
I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.