Spare a thought for Katie
Melinda Tankard Reist

“Do you know what I don’t like about all this? The perpetrator always gets the front line: A man raped a woman. We’ve followed Jamie’s brain around this entire case. Right? Katie isn’t important. Jamie is. Everyone will remember Jamie. No one will remember her. That’s what annoys me. That’s what gets to me.” – Detective Sergeant Misha Frank
“Our aim was to try and tell Jamie’s story as fully as we possibly could, and maybe trying to tell (Katie’s) story would dilute that in some way…” – Adolescence producers
It was a school day like any other. How was she to know it would be her last?
Katie Leonard didn’t want to go. Her mum woke her, like every morning, after she ignored the alarm too many times.
She trudged and dragged. Ate her breakfast without tasting it, kissed her mum who was dressing her younger brother Leo. Older sister Chloe was already out the door, she hated being late and liked to hang out with her friends before school. Dad had left for work before dawn, picking up extra shifts.
Her parents didn’t know how to talk to her about what had happened to her with Fidget, so they pretended it hadn’t happened.
On the bus, the boys were already talking about the porn they watched last night.
She ignored their air drops. Been fooled before: a woman gagging, naked, face dripping, three men standing over her, gloating. She saw the shock on the face of the younger kids who clicked the airdrop.
Arriving at school she set her face to I-don’t-care blank. Bruntwood Academy didn’t have the best reputation. But it wasn’t like girls at other schools had it easy either. To be a girl seemed to attract attention you didn’t want, anywhere.
It seemed no one could stop the bad behaviours. The boys did it because they could. Because no one stopped them. Or gave up trying.
The boys were becoming bolder. They didn’t seem to have any shame or embarrassment about what they said and did. They just wanted their mates to laugh and try to impress them.
“I bet you love being choked.” “Send me a nude or I’ll rape you!” Threats made even against your mum and sister if you didn’t do it. And the dick pics. Why did boys think the girls wanted to see that? Some boys were even sending girls Snaps of themselves masturbating.
The sexual moaning noises, everyday – even her little brother had started making the noises at home. He didn’t know what it meant, just heard the big boys doing it and thought it was cool. Katie’s mum and dad didn’t understand the meaning. Maybe she should tell them…
Then there was the ranking of the girls’ bodies, shared by the boys on Snap. Katie had been ranked, got a pretty low score for her small breasts (though she wondered if getting a high score might be worse).
Some boys even boasted about playing games where you even raped your own mum to punish her. Some were into gory stuff, like beheadings and people being set on fire and stabbings.
It was like a competition to see who could find the worst things. The girls didn’t want to see any of that and stayed as far away as possible from those boys.
As if there wasn’t enough to deal with, some boys had found apps that could undress any girl within seconds. It had already happened to a girl she knew. They took her photo from her Insta and turned it into porn. When she found out she was crying. It looked so real.
She insisted it wasn’t her pic. But some kids didn’t believe her, said she did it. Come to think of it, Katie hadn’t seen that girl back at school since.
Other girls were scared it would happen to them. They’d heard from girls at another school that boys were doing it with the school photos. It was that easy.
It wasn’t just the girls who had to deal with it. The female teachers did too, especially the younger ones.
“Why do you like cock so much miss?”
“Miss, you’ve got a mouth that belongs on Pornhub!”.
“Suck my dick!”
The boys were always challenging them.
If a female teacher asked the boys to clean up their rubbish on the outdoor tables after lunch, the boys would never do it. When a male teacher came over and told them to clean it up, they did it straight away.
It was the same in class. A couple of boys would ignore the female teacher. Said they’d only do what a male teacher told them. If a female teacher challenged them, they’d say “Why are you so angry, miss? Got your period?”
Two female teachers – including her art teacher who she really liked – had left so far this year. Couldn’t handle it. The boys made them feel so bad.
The girls felt it was all so unfair. No one was saying they were perfect. Of course not. But if they broke the rules (like vaping in the toilets – that was a big deal!) or a uniform code violation (extra piercing! uniform too short!), they got in trouble.
But the boys could threaten them with rape every day and teachers told them to “just ignore it”. Boys being boys and all that.
One girl Katie knew was offered a 100 quid to make a porn film for a boy and his mates. He got an after-school detention. That was it! An Asian girl her age was hassled every lunch break by four boys who called her their “dirty little sex slave”. She’d try to run away from them, but they’d chase after her!
The girls felt like they weren’t even seen as human beings.
Some of the boys were OK. But good boys mostly tried to keep to themselves, keep a low profile to avoid getting called names about how weak or gay they were. Just because they didn’t go along with the gross jokes or hassle girls.
Boys who were caught being nice to girls got a hard time. A boy could be OK one-on-one. But when he saw his mates coming, he’d change. Turn cold. Pretend he hadn’t been talking to her.
Jamie Miller had seemed OK. He was into art and drawing, like Katie. They’d worked on a couple of pieces together, shared their favourite art pages. She thought maybe they could be friends. But a group of boys told Jamie he was simping for her, so he pretended to not like her.
It was weird. It felt like he didn’t like her anymore, yet he still seemed to want her approval.
Then Jamie and his mates Tommy and Ryan started spouting stuff they’d found online. Talking about Top G and putting women in their place and why women were to blame for everything. Like the girls owed them something. Katie got bored hearing about it. Jamie stopped drawing, stopped handing his work in, sometimes didn’t show up at all.
She noticed he was more conscious of his looks. Started sticking out his jaw, back and forth. It was a bit pathetic really. But secretly she missed their chats and was sorry he’d become like so many others, saw the softness drain away, saw the nasty comments he’d posted on the pages of some Instagram models.
Katie didn’t have too many friends. She wasn’t one of the cool girls. Didn’t care to be, really. Too much pressure. She had one good friend, Jade. They had each other’s backs. She would trust Jade with her life.
Jade wasn’t a pick-me girl. Would stand up to the boys. Called a bitch for it. Called nasty names black women got called. Names from porn. It really pissed her off.
But when Jade got mad the boys would say, see, girls are just as bad as boys, she’s so aggressive, so ugly, no one would want her. Even some teachers used her as an example, but they didn’t see how far she’d been pushed.
Their own mothers, even if they didn’t say it straight out, showed their daughters it was best not to push back or challenge men. Their mums walked on eggshells. Always trying to keep the peace, noting sudden shifts in moods.
Kate saw the bristling tautness of the muscles in her dad’s shoulders, like his shirt might burst, if things hadn’t gone well at work when he walked through the door. He was good dad overall though, better than some she knew, and she knew he cared for her even if he sometimes found it hard to express.
Katie was on the girl’s football team. It was the one time she felt strong and powerful, when she and the girls played a match. But boys would make comments to put them down and some of the girls had rumours spread that they were lesbians because they were on the team. She had met Jamie’s mum and dad, the Coopers, when they’d been there for one of his matches. She liked Mrs Cooper. She was nice. She liked Jamie’s sister Lisa too, she always said hi.
Mr Cooper seemed embarrassed that Jamie wasn’t very good at footy, saw the other dads making fun of him always fumbling the ball. Mrs Cooper seemed worried he’d get into a fight.
Jamie – before he changed – had told Katie he’d rather be home drawing. Later Mr Cooper was proud of his boy’s drawings but by then it was too late.
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One day a boy started paying Katie attention. Jade told her to ignore him. He didn’t really care for her, don’t trust him. But she’d never had a boy pay attention to her before and the night-time texts hooked her in. Despite herself, she started to look forward to his messages. His name was Freddie, but everyone called him Fidget.
Recently Katie had found herself spending hours on TikTok.
She come across a couple of #skinnytok vids and now her feed was full of them. She’d heard about body positivity and wanted to believe in it, but was still drawn to these girls talking about how to achieve the no waist look. Then there was ‘Morning Shed’ and ’Get Ready With Me’ makeup videos and all the products you needed to get that dewy skin look. “Day One as a Clean Girl.” It felt almost religious.
Then there were the Bop Girls and OnlyFans and they were all so popular and loved and she thought maybe she was too uptight?
Back to Fidget. He asked for nudes. She was self-conscious. Her breasts were still developing. He didn’t seem to mind They’d been talking for awhile, other girls were doing it, she didn’t want to be called a prude. And he told her don’t worry, she could trust him. So, she took the picture in her bedroom and sent it. After that he told her she was pretty. No boy had told her that before.
Unless it’s happened to you it’s hard to understand the impact of having your pic shared by someone you trusted (and realise too late you shouldn’t have). You feel invaded, exposed, tricked and so dumb. And you can’t fix it. Everyone blames you, even though you’re only 13.
Everyone was talking about it. It was the first time she’d done it. She was called a slag, a slut. Jade was so mad. Said she would rip Fidget apart piece by piece. Other boys thought he was top man. Katie was just the latest. If you were lucky Fidget would show you his whole collection.
Jamie, Ryan and Tommy had seen the pics too.
All she could think about was them enjoying it, mocking her, commenting on her body, maybe getting turned on by it. What a bunch of losers.
Did Jamie think she was stupid or something?
He showed up on her doorstep and – can you believe it? – Asked her to the fair. The fair! Did he really think she’d be happy to be asked out by him? When all she had wanted was to hide away in her room? Did he really think she’d say Oh yes, that would be lovely thank you ever so much for the invitation to have a hot dog and fairy floss and a spin on the ferris wheel!
How could she trust any boy again? She was pretty sure Jamie was trying to take advantage of her. He knew she must be weak, humiliated, burning up with embarrassment. He was trying to trick her. She’s been tricked before. It wouldn’t happen again.
Katie did what so many women have done before her. She rejected him. Said no. Did what she wanted.
She wasn’t that desperate.
These few words, and a handful of incel emojis, sealed her fate.
Others had bullied Jamie too, but Katie got the blame. She was the symbol of all he despised about girls he wanted to hate but whose attention and approval he craved. Rather than deleting her comments, he decided to delete her.
A late-night ping on her phone. It was Jaime. Asking to meet. He was sorry he tried to take advantage of her that time. Wanted to explain. Had always regretted it. Missed their chats. Would she meet him?
Katie decided to give him another chance…she missed their chats too…
With a knife supplied by Ryan from his mum’s kitchen drawer, young Jamie teaches her a lesson she’ll never forget or remember, in a stabbing frenzy that turns a lonely car park asphalt crimson.
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Jade got in trouble for giving Ryan a beating in the school yard. When she found out it was he who handed Jamie the weapon that ensured Katie would never have a 14th birthday, she lost it. To see Ryan just hanging out in the yard with Tommy like nothing had happened. It was too much.
Students raced over to capture the drama on their phones. The videos were still going around while Jade was on a 4-week suspension. And the memes about he, about her ugly face, and how she’d be next.
Then Jade saw what people were saying about the only friend she’d ever had, the only person in the world who understood her.
She rejected him.
She bullied him.
That’s why he did it. She drove him to it.
She incited her own murder.
See what you made him do?
Jade knew she should have left it there. But it seemed everyone had an opinion on why Katie had it coming. Silly girl getting herself killed like that.
Some were even sharing images of her unalived friend. Even in death, Katie’s pictures were being shared. Even in death, everyone had to get a look.
Even some women posting on Facebook, “Girls can be mean too!!” “When are we going to talk about the mean girls??”. But it was men with the most to say.
She scrolled and scrolled like an act of self-harm.
“Katie got what she deserved. Yall people are gonna learn to mind your own business and leave folks alone it’s not your place to call anyone out and when they retaliate it’s on you. That’s like intervening in a crime and getting shot it’s your own fault. If Katie would have minded her own business and not tired to be a hero she wouldn’t be dead. But she is. Womp fucking womp”
“ No excuse for what he did. But she’s no angel either. And her behavior and treatment of him is straight up bullying.”
“He got rejected by the girl and then she started bullying him on Insta so he killed her. It has nothing to do with incel culture and the bitch got what she deserved.”
“Girls use their femininity in wicked ways and that’s not off the table for discussion simply because the bully is killed. The bully was killed FOR being a bully and what many ppl in the comments are saying is that the only person vilified is the person who was bullied for clear reasons…”
“Obviously he stabbed a girl and that is not rught but wasnt the story here about a girl using red pill language to shame a boy who had the audacity to ask her out?”
“What’s wrong with a boy killing a foid who bullied him?”
“Its stupid we’re not educating these girls that they could save lives with hasty and technically sound handjobs. Where is UNICEF? Where is the Bono? Where is banksy?”
“… women are so insane and selfish just fuck one(1) incel, it’ll take each of them like 10 minutes, or even just a select few if they want to cure multiple incels, every incel can get pussy and this entire crisis can be entirely averted”
…the “victim” also bullied the perpetrator … yet none of the normies …attribute ANY blame to her?”
How could they think Katie was complicit in how she was killed? Jade couldn’t understand.
Now there was talk about a TV series being made about Jamie. Would Katie be there too? Katie as Jade and her family knew her? Or would she just be a prop in someone else’s story?
Would anyone spare a thought for Katie?
Melinda Tankard Reist is an Australian author, speaker, and Movement Director of Collective Shout: for a world free of sexploitation. melindatankardreist.com