In December of 2010, Keli Lane was convicted of murdering two-day-old Tegan Lee Lane and disposing of the body in a place that only she knows. The baby’s body has never been found. On Friday, she was sentenced to a maximum term of 18 years in prison. Miss Lane is appealing the conviction.
The woman convicted of the crime was not the same woman who once used to front Alissa Warren’s classes at school. Alissa saw a very different side to her. This piece was first published in The Daily Telegraph. We think you should read it.
“I knew convicted child murderer Keli Lane simply as Miss Lane. She was my high school physical education teacher at Ravenswood School for Girls, a Uniting Church school in Gordon, on Sydney’s north shore.
It was 2001 and I was 17. Miss Lane was 26.
Nobody knew it at the time but five years earlier, this young woman had murdered her own newborn baby, Tegan, after going through pregnancy without the knowledge of her family or friends. Later, police would discover she had gone through several other secret pregnancies, which resulted in either abortion or adoption of the babies.
I don’t want to believe Miss Lane murdered Tegan.
She was the sort of teacher we all admired. She treated us with respect and we respected her in return. Mostly, I remember this: Miss Lane didn’t put up with any rubbish. Everything from wagging to whingeing – she never allowed it. Not on her watch.
Like in any high school, there were two types of teachers. Those who can’t control a classroom, and those who can. Miss Lane was the latter.
You couldn’t put much past her. She accepted no excuses. She made you work for her trust. She taught lessons outside the classroom about respect and manners: valuable lessons for many impressionable teenage girls. She made no special allowances for girls who came from families with money or had important parents.
But she wasn’t just a tough teacher with a gruff voice. She was fun. She cared. Believe it or not, she gave us sex education lessons. There, we heard about how to practice putting condoms on bananas. She showed us slides of the anatomy on the overhead projector. I don’t remember her talking about abortion. Or adoption.
In hindsight, I wonder: was she ever thinking about Tegan?
There was certainly no hint that this capable young woman was leading a complicated, secretive life.
Suspicions had first been raised in 1999 – but when the Department of Community Services and then the police began making inquiries about what had happened to baby Tegan after her 1996 birth, Keli first said she had given Tegan to an unnamed Perth family, and later claimed she gave Tegan to the baby’s father, Andrew Morris or Norris, and had no idea where he or the baby had gone.
As a PE teacher, she’d heard every excuse. I remember her telling us she kept a record of when we claimed we couldn’t partake in swimming lessons because of “female reasons”.
Suddenly, there were fewer girls gossiping on the benches and more of us in the pool. Did she really keep tabs on our menstrual cycle? I doubt it. But I’m glad we believed her. Or we would have gone through yet another swimming season learning nothing but who was currently best friends with whom.