Trigger warning : This post deals with sexual abuse of minors and may be distressing for some readers.
Arrogant. Entitled. Opportunistic. Sleazy. For anyone who’d ever crossed paths with Rolf Harris, the guilty verdict was no surprise.
I met Rolf Harris once when I was about 8 or 9. My Mum and I were at a BBQ and Harris was there; he’d been working on a film with some close family friends.
When it was time to go home, he followed my Mum out to our car. My father was away on business and I remember very clearly sitting behind her in the backseat as he leaned far into the driver’s side window to talk to her while she tried to start the engine. In those days you would have called it “chatting her up”.
It was the 70s and she was wearing a long flowy skirt that she would pull up just past her knees when she drove.
Being so young, I had no word for sleazy. No context for it. I just knew I felt intensely uncomfortable as Rolf Harris made lecherous comments about my mum’s legs in front of me and asked her to go out with him on a date. I remember being confused because he was famous and I was in awe of that. But he was married and he knew she was married and I knew that was wrong. I was sitting right there. He was that brash. That confident. That persistent. She brushed him off politely as women did in those days and totally forgot about the incident until I reminded her of it last year.
Recently, an Australian TV executive told me that whenever Rolf Harris came in for an interview, they’d have to keep all the young make-up artists far away for their own protection because “he was always so grabby” in the make-up chair.
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When I worked overseas I had a boss (one of two partners who owned the company) who would say awful comments "your arss looks great swaying in that skirt" or running his had down your back etc. I was very vulnerable and young at the time and dealing privately at home with PTSD from a rape when I was younger and a traumatic childhood. It was the straw the broke my back. I couldn't deal with it and started self harming. I told his partner who acted like he sympathised but did nothing, female staff had left before as they couldn't stand him. I felt powerless to do anything and was made to feel like I was being over-reactive, and this was in the early 2000s! Now, years later, after many hospital visits to have my arm stitched up, after a long recovery I am happy but it still makes me angry how I was made to feel unsafe in my work environment. I never want my daughter to go through that.