If you've been following this story, you know it is devastatingly twisted. Megan Meier, a thirteen-year-old girl, met a sixteen-year-old boy named Josh on MySpace. He told her she was pretty and they had an online relationship. Then Josh abruptly told her he didn't want to be her friend anymore because he heard she was mean. He began posting bulletins: Megan is a slut. Megan is fat. Megan, who took medication for depression and ADHD, went upstairs to her room and hung herself. She died the next day.
Six weeks after Megan died, her parents learned that Josh was not a real person--he was created by the parents of a girl who lived down the street, a girl who had once been Megan's friend. The messages had been sent by the parents and their daughter, and they had invited another girl to join in the fun. Before the ambulance left Megan's house they called this girl and told her not to tell anyone about the MySpace profile. These neighbors were friends with Megan's family. They attended Megan's funeral.
The paper that broke the story did not print the names of these parents, and bloggers howled in protest. Some, most notably Jezebel, went on to print their names. There's some journalistic questions in there, about what information is necessary and important to report and what does more harm than good. All really good issues to consider, but mostly I could give a rat's ass about that because I read this as a parent, thinking of Megan's parents' pain.
I highly recommend reading the St. Charles Journal report on Megan's death,
but be prepared for heartbreak. Megan's mother blames herself. She was
angry at her daughter for not logging off when asked. She was home when
Megan killed herself. She and Megan's father have basically no recourse
against the family that did this. And I cannot find strong enough words
for the disgust I feel towards adults--parents themselves--who
tormented a teenage girl. On some level I understand all kinds of
cruelty, but this one is almost beyond me. It's despicable and insanely
sick and just gross. I fervently hope the rest of their lives are a
daily hell.