Advocates for victims of sexual violence have long worked to publicize the fact that “stranger rape” is the least common type of sexual assault. According to the U.S. Department of Justice, 7 of 10 female victims know their attackers, and the figure is even higher for women on college campuses. There’s evidence that this message is getting out there: many colleges sponsor programming that helps students understand and identify a partner’s consent or lack of consent; some high schools have started incorporating lessons about dating violence into sex education and health courses; and the terms “date rape” and “acquaintance rape” are now pretty familiar in the popular lexicon. Yet, there still seems to be a tendency in the culture at large to focus on the specter of the intruder or unknown assailant. It can be convenient and comforting to shift our attention away from some of the norms, beliefs, and behaviors that contribute to sexual assaults in which the victim knows his or her rapist and instead onto the “maniac” or “monster” who commits random attacks. Feminist critiques of the criminal justice system have discussed the notion of the “ideal victim,” whose characteristics include modest dress at the time of the attack, a sexual history of zero or very few partners, and being the victim of a stranger rape. When it comes to the longstanding and still far too prevalent notion that there are varying degrees to which victims might “deserve” their attacks, part of its implicit logic is that the truly “blameless” ideal victim should and will be protected by the criminal justice system. However, two recent accounts that revisit a series of particularly cruel and terrifying attacks in the early 1970s demonstrate that dismissal and skepticism toward victims of all stripes is a sad, enduring legacy. As disturbing as this history is, it’s a good reminder that, as a society, we ought to spend less (or better yet, none!) time parsing when and how victims share “blame” and more time demanding that our institutions consistently and effectively investigate and prosecute perpetrators of sexual violence. We’ll all be safer for it.
Stranger attacks do happen, and Denial, a new memoir by Jessica Stern, a terrorism and public policy expert, centers around the night in 1973 that she and her sister, both teenagers, were raped by an armed intruder in their stepmother’s home in Concord, Massachusetts. The book chronicles Stern’s diagnosis, much later in life, of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and her attempts to make sense of how the experience shaped her emotional makeup and, ultimately, her interest in and aptitude for deciphering the motives and moves of terrorists. I haven’t yet read the entire book, but a lengthy excerpt is available on Stern’s website. (I urge you to check it out – it’s a difficult but moving and unsentimental read and I’m looking forward to reading the whole thing. I have a hunch that the combination of Stern’s intellect and emotional bravery has yielded some fascinating insights about trauma and the nature of terror.) The rapes of Stern and her sister went unsolved until after Stern had been diagnosed and begun tentatively exploring her memories of the crime. Early on in the first chapter, we learn that the case was essentially closed from shortly after the crime until 2006, when a Concord detective began reviewing the case files with Stern. The detective, it turns out, was shocked that the crime closely matched others that occurred in the area, and that, at the time, police hadn’t aggressively pursued what seemed clearly to be a serial rapist. Stern writes:
Lt. Macone saw that the detectives who worked on the case in 1973 did not take the crime seriously, in part because they did not believe my sister and me. They had trouble believing that the rapist was a stranger to us. Rapes like the one we described simply did not occur in our town, or so they believed. Denial and disbelief were the easier course. The detectives left notes such as the following: “I told Mr. Stern that I feel the girls were holding something back from us,” and “I was sure that this person may have been there longer in the house [than the girls reported to us].” . . . In notes from February 13, 1974, four months after the crime, I see: “Personal visit. Spoke to Mr. Stern. He states nothing new to add. He feels that both girls seem to have forgotten it.” The police took my father’s statement as permission to cease investigating the crime, and the rapist was not found.
As if this weren’t stunning enough, it turns out that the man Lt. Macone eventually identified as Stern’s rapist (he had finally been arrested for another rape in 1975 and committed suicide in the 1990s after being released from prison) had been the perpetrator of 44 similar crimes in the Boston area between 1970 and 1973. Writing in the Boston Globe, Law professor Amy Vorenberg recounts her own, similar experience and points out that she and her family were completely unaware of this pattern of crimes occurring in their community:
Having heard nothing from the police or the university, my parents had taken no extraordinary steps to protect their daughters. Yet the same man who attacked me raped two more women the next night. In the same neighborhood.
The university mentioned by Vorenberg is Harvard – 18 of the 44 rapes occurred within an eight-block radius of Harvard’s Radcliffe campus. In what, unfortunately, probably sounds familiar to readers of this blog, Harvard did not make it a priority to alert its community about the pattern of rapes. Vorenberg notes that the crimes were briefly mentioned in a campus newspaper, but there was no systematic attempt to publicize the danger. She poignantly tells us:
Enduring rape at 13 was rough. But to realize now that I was one of 44 is just hard to process — a fact made harder by the knowledge that my two sisters and I were essentially sitting ducks.
Vorenberg goes on to cite the Center for Public Integrity’s February report on college sexual assault (discussed previously on this blog), which reveals that, even today, colleges and universities often minimize or misrepresent the incidence of sexual assault on their campuses in order to avoid bad publicity.
There are a few lessons to be learned from this painful episode, but I think one of the most important is that reluctance on the part of institutions and officials to fully acknowledge the presence of sexual assault and take responsibility for their role in preventing and halting it is not new, and we must continue to demand quality services for victims and accurate education for the public as a whole. In the end, the issue should be less about whether certain kinds of assault are “worse” than others, but about ensuring that myths about where rape occurs or whom its victims are don’t get in the way of justice and prevention.