Precedented

Watched a Louis Theroux documentary about Jimmy Savile in which he tries to find out how it was possible that he missed the man's secret in his first documentary about him, how so many people were fooled by that man, even though the signs were there for all to see, even in Louis' own documentary.
The inappropriate behavior, no respect for other people's (women's) boundaries, ongoing comments about beautiful girls, trying to touch them even on camera, not caring, knowing his fame and influence shielded him, protected him from serious investigations.
Sound familiar?
Louis seems truly affected by it, although he is extremely hard to read, by the knowledge that he too was fooled by that man, manipulated by him for years.
At some point he tries to unfairly shift the burden of guilt he seems to feel onto a woman who worked for a newspaper and knew about Savile's predatory behavior thirty years ago - he had groped a girl in a hospital who was paralyzed from the waist down, grabbed her you know what.
He asks her why she didn't write about it, tell the police about it, and she responds by saying how famous he was, how connected he was - who would believe her? - and that libel laws were severe.
I like Louis Theroux a lot and can understand his frustration, but if he really thought it would have made a difference and might have prevented all the later victims, by now he probably knows better.
What happens when you come out with a story like that about someone rich and famous and connected is that he becomes president and calls you a liar.
People turn a blind eye to anything they don't want to see.
Or they make it small and unimportant.
As one woman says in the documentary: she was used to sexual abuse and wasn't surprised or shocked at all when Savile started abusing her when she was a little girl (in  church!), that's just what men did in her experience. And in mine.
I tried to watch Netflix tonight, but I couldn't stop thinking about the documentary. It has really gotten to me and I had to write something about it.
Sexual abuse is so ingrained in our lives that it's almost normal. And there comes Louis with his pleasant, calm voice and speaks to this woman who has suffered so much abuse and only then do I feel that it is not normal.
I have lived with so many memories that were bothering me but were downplayed as jokes or not worthy of 'making a big fuss about', or 'stop whining', that I haven't really felt them, experienced them, let them in so I could release them.
Louis' documentary caused a nauseous feeling in my gut, the same kind as I felt when I saw and heard the Access Hollywood-tape for the first time, but less intense. Thát was a real punch to the gut, I felt sick after that, for hours. The same sick feeling as when molested.
I'm grateful for men like Louis Theroux, who want to see and who make me feel like it's NOT normal, even though so many women and men voted it into the White House.
But I guess it's similar to all the sexual abuse stories about priests - the lengths people go to to protect the perpetrators, not the victims.
Promotions instead of arrests, more power instead of accountability.
At least I am reminded that this is not normal. Thank you, Louis.
By the way: taking responsibility for your own actions is very attractive in a man.

I probably got some details wrong, but I just needed to write something about this documentary.