Maria Butina, a 30-year-old Russian gun-rights advocate, was arrested by the F.B.I. in July for charges of conspiracy and acting as an agent for the Russian Federation. The U.S. government alleges that Butina was part of an elaborate Kremlin-sponsored intelligence plot, dubbed the “Diplomacy Project,” designed to infiltrate Republican circles and persuade conservative frontrunners to be friendlier to Russia (The New York Times). Her targets? The National Rifle Association (NRA) and the National Prayer Breakfast.
Her boss was Alexander Torshin: billionaire Russian oligarch, deputy director of the Russian Central Bank, and suspected felon accused of illegally funneling money into the NRA. Referred to as her “funder” by Ms. Butina, Torshin helped his protégée build a network of contacts with Republican leaders in the NRA and illegally obtain a student visa in order for her to attend American University as a graduate student.
Butina, however, is hardly the only Russian spy accused of infiltrating the American political system. Jacob Golos, an undercover informant for the Soviet Union, established a phony travel agency in 1927 in order to curry favor with the American Communist Party. Robert Hanssen, a former FBI agent, was sentenced to life in prison for selling U.S. secrets to Moscow in 2002. And in 2010, Richard and Cynthia Murphy were arrested for acting as covert operatives for the SVR, the modern equivalent of the KGB (The Council on Foreign Relations).
So why has Butina’s story garnered so much media attention?
Well, she happens to be young, tall, and attractive with fiery red hair. In other words, she’s pretty much the epitome of the Western fantasy of a Russian secret agent. She has been called the real-life version of Jennifer Lawrence in Red Sparrow; the living, breathing Marvel comic book character, Black Widow. And I lost track of how many times she has been referred to as a “Bond girl” on Twitter.
Western media hasn’t hesitated to use her sex appeal as click bait. In their descriptions of Ms. Butina, news outlets frequently call attention to her physical traits, especially her age and hair color. The New York Post nicknamed her “Russia’s new sexy red-headed spy,” The New York Times labeled her the “flame-haired graduate student,” and the Daily Mail identified her as “the red-headed Russian spy who offered sex for access.” The Guardian even quoted an acquaintance of Ms. Butina’s who said, “She did not behave in what I considered an entirely professional manner. She had an extra button or three unbuttoned.” Perhaps most unbelievably has been the circulation of pictures from a photo-shoot that Ms. Butina conducted with Russian GQ in which she poses with her pistol in an all-black leather ensemble and sky-high stilettos.
The only other Russian spy with the same level of name recognition and notoriety as Maria Butina is Anna Chapman. Unsurprisingly, she was also young, tall, and attractive with fiery red hair. And like Ms. Butina, she also became notorious for a risqué photo-shoot completely unrelated to her arrest or trial, this time featured in Maxim.
The consequences of the sexist portrayal of Ms. Butina have recently become apparent. Her defense attorney, Bob Driscoll, has accused the federal government of conducting a “sexist smear…to suggest that Ms. Butina is some kind of James Bond spy character.” He’s referring to the prosecutors’ allegations that Ms. Butina was trading sex for access and power, evidenced by a series of text messages she exchanged with a friend several years ago. After vehemently condemning what he calls the government’s “craze with her sex life,” which he believes has become an “irrelevant obsession,” Driscoll forced the prosecution to admit that they were wrong in accusing Ms. Butina of offering sex for a job.
Ms. Butina is expected to plead guilty on Thursday to acting as an agent for the Russian government, but I doubt this will be the last time we hear her name. After all, Americans live for stories like Maria Butina’s. We crave the salacious tales of espionage and intrigue by devious femme fatales, and we will likely continue to promote the trope in popular culture. My plea, however, is for us to divorce fantasy from fact and prioritize substance over sensation.