Harry Jay Katz

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I'm making this public now because he's dead and I will be damned if I'm going to let Harry Jay Katz go down in history as someone who wasn't a rapist piece of shit.

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Today is Earth Day. And I hate this day. Now that I'm out of the US and beyond the grasp of it's legal system, I'm free to tell a story. Trigger warning out the wazzo (sexual assault).

I actually have told very few people this story partially because I felt really damn stupid but also because the other party in this story... well, you'll see.

A bunch of years ago (18 or so) I was working in Bala Cynwyd and living by myself in Philly. I was new to town, had recently transitioned and was really focused saving up money for surgery. I was online one night and on some website some dude messaged me. I forget the actual details, but it turned out he wanted some web work done. I was "yeah, ok, sureeee". He told me to go look him up. His name was Harry Jay Katz.

So I did. Dude had money. Dude also had an issue with loaning out his passport to the founder of Earth Day, Ira Einhorn in order to flee the country after Ira killed Holly Maddox. Ergh. But hey, money is green no matter the slimeball it comes from. So, I made plans to meet him at his house after work to discuss his website.

His house is up off Kelly Drive. Big fucker. I forget how I got there, I'm pretty sure he picked me up. When we got there we ended up talking in the kitchen. "Hey, I'm having a drink, you want one?"

"Er, sure, whatever". He proceeded to do a line of coke of his countertop (which like, weirded me out, but I'm in really no position to argue.) He had a weird blender thing built into the countertop. Like, I remember all these details for a reason. He handed me that drink, I played with the bb guns in his kitchen and then took a few sips.

After about a 1/3 of the drink, that's pretty much the last I remember until I woke up, with him inside of me, in his bedroom. Boogie nights was playing on the TV. I had been roofied and was now being raped.

I woke up, realised what was happening and just kind of went blank. I just stood up, grabbed my clothes and told him to call a cab. That wait was the worst ever. Him sitting there, smug, still wanting to talk about his fucking website (in his study, which had a blue iMac) knowing that there wasn't a damn thing I could do about a rape committed by the guy who helped the DA get elected. Me quietly fuming but being polite because maybe if I just act like everything is fine I'll get out of there in something other than an airtight trunk.

I remember all these details because I went home and wrote them down. Yet, I never called the cops. Because Harry Jay had a dead woman found in his hottub the year before. No charges. Helped a murderer escape justice for decades. No charges.

Looking into his background, I knew two things. If I went to the cops, I would lose. Or I'd been found dead. So I shut up and promised I'd never ever talk about it. I regret that decision daily, but still stand by it. I keep tabs on him and every time I look him up it's a new allegation. But, I also realise that a kid in her 20s who is living in a shitty apartment doesn't have the resources to fight for prosecution and hold of a libel/slander trial.

So, yeah. This is one of the reasons why I left tech for a few years, why I hate Earth Day and why I waited until I was far from the reach of Harry Jay Katz to tell this story. It's one of the reasons every time a man in tech says "oh, it's not that bad", I want to tell them about the client who lured me into their house for a job but raped me instead.