Jessie and James Deserve Better

The pair of Team Rocket agents Jessie and James (Musashi and Kojiro in the original Japanese) are fixtures of the Pokémon animated series. The series subjects them to endless misfortune, and they never achieve their stated goals. They spend much of each episode in various states of explosion, and the warmest welcome they manage among the protagonists is occasional deep mistrust rather than overt hostility. They have earned the love of fans for their insistent theatrics, incompetence as thieves, and impressive fashion sense, but the show itself is much less consistent.

They deserve better.

James and Jessie are sitting on the ground, with Meowth standing between them. All three are crying. James is consoling Jessie by taking her hand.
In sad times, all we have is each other.

Jessie, James, and their companion Meowth each have a heartbreaking, too-familiar origin story.

Jessie was the neglected daughter of a high-ranking Team Rocket agent, and aimed herself squarely at nursing school. The school she enrolled in was meant for nurses who were themselves Pokémon, and she studied alongside a class of Chanseys. She was talented enough to teach her non-human classmates a thing or two about the healing arts, but was ultimately unfairly expelled. Her Chansey roommate remembered her fondly enough to break her own class-completion medallion and give her a piece, as a token of remembrance and a sign of friendship. It was in this crestfallen, broken state that she became a petty criminal and, eventually, a Team Rocket lackey.

James got his start as the only scion of a wealthy family, and was groomed for the upper class from the start. He found his aristocratic instruction boring at best, but what broke his willingness to remain was learning that the woman selected to be his future wife was hideously incompatible with him. Leaving his family, his wealth, and his beloved pets behind, he struck out on his own. His grades could not keep him in a school for Pokémon trainers, which he lost the privilege of attending. Out of options, like Jessie, he turned to petty theft and then membership in Team Rocket.

Meowth was an orphan raised on too little food, who fled to “Hollywood” to feed himself. There, he was taken in by a pack of similar strays, and lived on the edge of continuous peril as a food thief alongside his packmates. He fell in love with another Meowth, who told him that she preferred the company of humans. Misunderstanding that rejection, Meowth trained himself to speak human language and function on two legs to make himself more human-like, and she again rejected him, this time as a “freak.” Too despondent to continue in his former life, Meowth turned to the first English word he managed to say, from a book…“Rocket.”

These are desperately broken people who found each other amidst the wreckage of everything that was taken from them. These are people beaten down with cruelty and unfairness for so long that it is a wonder they can still smile. These are people taken in by a nefarious cause because it dangled before them, without ever actually providing, things they found nowhere else: purpose and belonging.

Arbok, a giant purple cobra, and Weezing, a giant purple globe full of poisonous gas, sobbing as they part from their beloved Jessie and James, probably forever.
Caring is what we do.
A worried James at the bedside of his pokemon Chimecho, which resembles a tasseled bell. Chimecho is asleep and does not look well.
James, wracked with worry over his sick Chimecho, deciding whether to leave it in a hospital and return for it when it is healed.

These are not evil people, and their fundamental kindness shows in the affection and loyalty they trade with their respective Pokémon teams. Both of their initial Pokémon companions, Ekans and Koffing, were gifts, and both were utterly devoted to their masters and despondent when separated from them for any amount of time. Both finally evolved into more powerful forms when exposed, not to combat, magical stones, or any of the other means usually required for Pokémon metamorphosis, but to their masters’ tears. Subsequent members of the pair’s retinue were sometimes caught in battle or otherwise in the franchise’s trademark combative manner, but a large fraction willingly joined the team after being offered food or other kindness. Jessie added a Yanma to her troupe after her Team Rocket superiors rejected it, refusing their decree that it was unworthy of the organization, and her devotion paid off when it evolved into a powerful Yanmega shortly thereafter. All of Jessie and James’s Pokémon are fiercely loyal to them and vice versa, and many of James’s in particular determinedly express that affection whenever they are called into battle. Many of the two’s team members are left with medical professionals and caretakers to help them reach their full potential or protect them from harm. Jessie and James’s parting from their original Pokémon, so that they could  protect a group of wild members of their kind from poachers, is particularly wrenching.

There’s something familiar in this overwhelming, emotional kindness in people shoehorned into the villain role no matter how unsuited they are for it. It is not a coincidence that James’s revolt was against the weight of rigid social expectation, and that his only healthy relationships in youth were with his earliest Pokémon. It is even less a coincidence that what got Jessie expelled from her nursing school was the fact that, instead of being able to duplicate her classmates’ soporific Sing attack to help patients rest, she succumbed to it and fell asleep in class…while her instructor was wearing sound-canceling headphones. What shattered Jessie’s dream was an unfulfilled access need, and what set James fleeing from wealth and privilege was the inability to function amidst social scripts he could neither understand nor accept.

Jessie and James famously have a rhyming poem about themselves they use as their introduction at least once an episode. For much of the series, they refuse to innovate on it, and their compulsion to reveal themselves in this specific way causes them literal anguish when they try to suppress it even briefly. It is so insistent that, on one occasion, they broadcast a pre-recorded version using a projector built into their submarine, because it wasn’t safe for them to leave the submarine, but Team Rocket must have its intro. They both have fairly specific obsessions: Jessie has a near-encyclopedic understanding of Pokémon attacks and rapidly masters the movesets of new team members, and James collects bottlecaps and resents having to sell his accumulated hoard for the group’s financial survival. Both immediately recognize rare Pokémon when they encounter them, even in unfamiliar regions. Yet neither of them functions well in a test-taking environment, and both spectacularly fail out of exams that could have given them the title of Pokémon Master.

Every now and then, even when their plans succeed and they finally manage to steal something, they take pity on it and release or return it.

Jessie, usually a bit more callous than her partner, insists on returning a tremendous haul of food at a time when they and their Pokémon were increasingly desperate for it, because her former Chansey roommate was taking the fall for them, and she couldn’t bear the thought of her dreams, too, being unfairly stolen.

A scene edited out of American releases. Jessie wears a black strapless bikini, and James wears an orange triangle-top bikini and a yellow towel. James has much larger breasts than Jessie in this scene, and is wearing lipstick.
There is no way James is cis.
Jessie wearing a tuxedo and James in a wedding dress, each with their eyes covered by part of their outfit.
The genderfucking is strong with this pair.

Both Jessie and James frequently assume disguises as part of their heists, and their disguises frequently involve apparent cross-dressing. James is exceptionally comfortable in female guise, and the ease of his costume changes suggests that he keeps his legs shaved and otherwise engages in feminine-coded ablutions even while presenting male. On at least one occasion, he wears a bikini with what appear to be high-quality prosthetic breasts, of the sort that a trans woman might seek. Jessie, with her potentially ambiguous name, seems much more comfortable in her femaleness than James does in his apparent maleness, yet in one memorable scene, she takes on a male guise alongside James dressed impeccably as Officer Jenny.

Every now and then, they try to make an honest living, and frequently succeed, but their success is never sustainable. Eventually, they always return to Rocketeering, whether because of their superiors’ insistence, because they didn’t recognize that their front business was successful enough not to need to be a front at all, or because someone identified them.

Jessie and James are not heartless monsters trying to separate Pokémon from their doting owners and deliver them to their shadowy bosses.

They are autistic, queer abuse victims who fell through this world’s cracks, whose personalities are deeply at odds with what they feel cornered into for their own survival, whose intelligence and ambition never quite propel them over the hurdles of test-taking, inaccessible schooling, and queer-antagonism that stand between them and what they would rather be doing.

For all the cute, cheerful, childish joy that the Pokémon cartoon brings me, there is one thing for which I will never forgive it.

I will never be okay with how this show, after introducing a much more effective and unsettling Team Rocket troupe (Butch and Cassidy), did not give Jessie and James the chance to reject Team Rocket and find a home among the show’s protagonists. I will never be okay with how, even after the show finally gave us effective villains it could use instead, it kept Jessie and James in this role, trapped forever in the desolate slot this world assigned them. I will never be okay with how Jessie and James didn’t get the redemption narrative that the series spent the past 500 episodes setting up, and left us yet another world where queer autistic teenagers can only be ourselves around a tight-knit chosen family that is at least half quasi-sentient animals, to be hated, feared, and pitied everywhere else.

I will never be okay with James, autistic, transfeminine, and forced to leave behind a potential life of luxury and a series of beloved pets, being treated as an irredeemable thorn in the real characters’ side, forever.

Jessie and James deserve better, and it hurts to see the gap between that and what they get.

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Jessie and James Deserve Better

4 thoughts on “Jessie and James Deserve Better

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    Okay, so… I’ve skimmed through your article and can’t help but notice that you’ve labeled Jessie and James as “queer” and “autistic”…?? Although it admittedly depicts a broad spectrum, autism chiefly describes a particular range of symptoms including auditory delay disorders, lack of social cue recognition, antisocial tendencies, fixations to particular routines … How do Jessie and James exemplify that in any definition of the word whatsoever? When used in a public article to create sympathy and awareness of the disorder, “autism” should only describe the mental disorder it is, not categorize all “eccentric” people as some kind of pity term

    I know you’re probably wondering how I know all this, or why I even care. Well, I was diagnosed with moderate-severe autism at 18 months of age; the term has been a key buzz word in my medicine-based family since as far as my memory stretches. Although I am much better off today than anyone could have expected me to wind up, thanks to strenuous familial efforts and endless research on my mom’s end, I still feel a few of the disorder’s effects to minor degrees. More frequently than not, school conversations, seminars, and discussions result in embarrassment because I, for some odd reason, remain unable to detect when someone is done speaking. In fact, I’ve become notorious for interrupting people in countless classes. I have such difficult auditory perception, especially with multiple conversations in an environment, that people often mistaken me as high off my mind. As someone with a wide knowledge base on this mental illness, I’ll tell you right now, James and Jessie are /not/ autistic. Throughout the series, they have never had issues responding by name, shown inability to listen to each other or other trainers, reacted oddly to unexpected noise, or otherwise exhibited hallmark symptoms of autism. Actually, the mere fact that they are able to fluidly cooperate in a trio without difficulty practically debunks that hypothesis…

    Autism is a legitimate mental disorder and should be taken seriously, not just thrown around to label people who just simply don’t fit in. I don’t mean to deny your entire thesis that they are victims to the show’s society, I just don’t think it’s very just to accuse the general public of not giving Jessie and James “sympathy” for those who suffer from conditions that you ironically use as an umbrella stereotype.

    Also, isn’t it kind of prejudiced in itself to say James is a homosexual simply due to his hygienic routines? He’s shown outright evidence that he’s straight throughout the show. And isn’t “queer” considered a derogatory term?

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      Please don’t ‘splain autism or queerness to the lesbian transfeminine autistic writer of this post or the TWO queer autistic writers of this blog. As you can see from our header, only WE get to do the ‘splaining around here.

      If you read this essay for comprehension, you’ll find that it contains a case for both the queerness and the autism of the characters whose arc it analyzes. Both of these attributes are rarely delivered openly in mainstream media. Both are often coded, with behavior less astute viewers might dismiss as “weirdness” or “eccentricity” being things MANY autistic people (including this writer) find incredibly familiar, and with effete manners and a willingness to “cross-dress” being as far as much Japanese media for children will allow a queer character to embody. Autistic people, after all, aren’t all the same, and the differences from the allistic norm my autism provides me don’t line up neatly with yours, or my wife’s, or anyone else’s. With our systematic exclusion from sympathetic media presentation in the mainstream in mind, then, it is routine for disabled and queer people alike to recognize when someone is coded as one of us, because that’s often all we’re going to get.

      So if we tolerate some killjoy pointing out that a character your local queer community thinks is bisexual hasn’t ever been seen simultaneously sexing up members of two different genders while wearing a T-shirt that reads “I’M BISEXUAL,” or bitterly dismissing the idea that queer people might see ourselves in emotionally intimate relationships between people who don’t take breaks from the action to glare into the camera and shout “THIS IS A GAY THING, WE ARE NOT JUST GALS BEING PALS, THIS IS SUPER TURBO GAY,” it’s because we know that no everyone in our demographics has figured out how hard it is to find ourselves in media that is neither for us nor by us, and therefore tolerates being represented nowhere, and because we know that person may someday get better.

      So quit your ‘splaining of my own identifiers to me, and enjoy your tour through the Trans Team Rocket fanfiction universe: https://the-orbit.net/splainyouathing/alyssas-fiction/

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