I started watching
SVU
because Ronald Reagan died in the summer of 2004. Normally I watched the news during the sweltering afternoons between my morning and evening jobs, but I had no patience for the days-long live coverage of Reagan’s funeral festivities as his casket traveled around the country. Fortunately for me, Law and Order:
SVU
was always playing on the USA Network. I fell in love with Olivia Benson and her authoritative blazers, her commitment to believing victim-survivors and her ferocious drive for justice, with the
show
’s diverse range of storylines about abuse and sexual
violence
that appealed to me as a gender studies major with a commitment to fighting gender-based
violence
.
Sixteen years later, I research sexual
violence
in the Middle Ages for a living, and
SVU
is the longest-running primetime drama on American television. I am aware of the
show
’s deeply problematic elements
—
its propensity for ever-more-outrageous narratives ripped from the headlines, the fact that it fictionalizes real-life trauma without victims’
consent
, its troubling abortion politics, its portrayal of incarceration as the ideal form of
rape
justice, and its valorization of the
police
, which is its most glaring fiction, particularly given our country’s long, ugly history of
police
sexual
violence
against women of color.
I feel conflicted about deriving
this
much enjoyment from a
police
procedural, especially right now,
although
I tell myself that I am in good company. Roxane Gay repeatedly thanks the
show
in her book acknowledgments: “Thank you to Law & Order:
SVU
for always being on television so I can have something familiar in the background as I write,” she writes at the end of Hunger.
What is it that makes so many women, even women who want to abolish the
police
, take comfort in
SVU
?
SVU
’s brand of pop
culture
sexual
violence
fictionalizes
rape
enough to enable viewers to enjoy fantasies — and they are indeed fantasies —of righteous allyship, of narrative closure after
rape
, of a world where victim-survivors are believed and supported, of compassionate and justice-driven
police
officers who are
also
survivors. These fantasies can be especially meaningful if you know that the portrait of disbelieving, dismissive
police
response in shows
such
as Netflix’s Unbelievable (2019) is the more realistic one.
These consoling fictions give us a glimpse of what a
culture
that takes sexual
violence
seriously might look like. As
SVU
’s
show
-runner recently said, “I think that the audience is sophisticated enough to know that
this
is not the day-to-day reality [in policing sexual assault]. I think people wish it were more like [it is on
SVU
]. I think I wish it were more like
this
.”
SVU
’s use of sexual
violence
as thought-provoking entertainment,
however
, isn’t new at all. Medieval people had their own brand of
SVU
-esque pop
culture
sexual
violence
, in the form of popular short poems called
pastourelles
that feature fictionalized narratives about
rape
and
consent
. Some
pastourelles
survive with musical notation, showing that they were transmitted orally and sung by people regardless of whether they could read, giving them the potential for mass consumption comparable to
SVU
’s status as a network
show
accessible to anyone with a television.
Pastourelles
have a familiar structure: A powerful
man
encounters a
peasant
woman
alone in a secluded outdoor location. He propositions her. She declines. He refuses to take no for an answer. But from there, the stories they tell vary widely, from tragedy to accommodation to revenge. In one, a knight coerces sex from a
peasant
girl by inventing a law that requires unaccompanied young women to pay a fee
—
which he knows she cannot afford
—
and forcing her to pay
this
fee with her body. In another, a
man
rapes a
woman
but
then
apologizes, pledging to “heal” her “hurt” and offering to marry her as reparation.
But as I hinted above, other
pastourelles
feature satisfying endings or unexpected twists. One features a
man
and a
woman
about to have consensual sex when the
man
abruptly withdraws his
consent
and the
woman
tries to pressure him until he runs away, challenging popular ideas about gender,
consent
, and coercion. Another depicts a
woman
who laughs at her would-be assailant, orders him to find someone more willing, and sends him on his way.
So what did medieval audiences get out of
pastourelles
? They could enjoy satisfying fantasies of seeing predators dissuaded or humiliated, which was particularly important in a society where bringing successful
rape
charges was incredibly difficult and where many women who did press charges were later fined or imprisoned when they failed to appear in court, or when their assailants were exonerated by all-male juries.
It hardly needs saying that in
this
way, at least, the medieval world was not so different from our own. And so, like today’s
SVU
viewers, medieval people — particularly those who had experienced assault, or been afraid of it — sought out ways they could witness a variety of narratives about sexual
violence
which underscore that it does not follow a single paradigm and challenge society’s pervasive silence around sexual assault, both
then
and now.
Both
pastourelles
and
SVU
address a topic
that is
intimately, devastatingly familiar to far too many people, and they mix
this
real-life trauma with comforting fictions by featuring empathetic
police
officers who challenge
rape
culture
or powerful predators who are dismissed and thwarted.
They acknowledge the complexity of real-life narratives of sexual
violence
—
trans sex workers attacked by wealthy lawyers;
peasant
girls raped by powerful men; victim-survivors who don’t follow the “good victim” script by ingesting drugs and alcohol, attempting to reconcile with their assailants, or failing to report the assault immediately
—
while shying away from depicting the most graphic
violence
, allowing it to occur mercifully in the gaps between scenes or stanzas.
Most importantly, they
show
survivors that they are not alone, that survival and resilience are possible. In an episode from
SVU
’s recent season, Benson tells a
woman
who was gang raped while intoxicated, “You’re going to survive
this
.”
“You’ve said that before, too, haven’t you?” says the
woman
.
“I have,” says Benson, “because it’s true.”
“How do you know?” the
woman
asks.
“Because I did,” Benson replies.
A
rape
survivor in a medieval pastourelle offers similar words of consolation to her fellow survivors. “I trust to recover my heart again, / And Christ’s curse go with you,” she declares after she is assaulted, cursing her attacker and looking ahead to a future of recovery.
That’s not to say these genres are uncomplicated. An insidious quality of the pastourelle genre,
for instance
, is how its habit of portraying
peasant
women as victims works to portray aristocratic women as safe from sexual
violence
, even though legal records
show
that
this
was definitely not the case.
And it goes without saying that
SVU
’s fantasy of protective
police
is especially dubious right now. So how do we balance these consolatory moments, offering comfort and solidarity to real-life survivors, against pop
culture
sexual
violence
’s potential harms, its powerful fictions about allies and victims?
One question of
SVU
is whether it is possible to represent the
police
ethically. But another is simpler. If we see these fantasies less as offering solutions and more as excavations of ongoing problems — excavations that illuminate sexual
violence
’s myriad forms — we can see in these beloved fictions a glimpse of where
rape
justice might start, which is most basically in a radical and necessary acknowledgment.