made it personal,” cartoonist and writer Ted Rall’s insisting. “So
I don’t care. Yeah, there’s going to be people who are like, Oh, Ted
Rall’s not punk rock. Yeah well, you know, I never noticed the Dead Boys
not having copyrights on their records. I never noticed those people not trying
to enforce their rights. It’s the same thing here. If I let this go…
I’m telling the whole world that it’s open season on Ted Rall. Which
nobody can tolerate.”
suddenly become serious. The villain Rall’s discussing is–as members
of the cartoonists’ community are probably aware–NYPress contributing
artist “Dirty” Danny Hellman, who recently played an e-mail prank
on Rall.No one disputes the basic facts, which are as follows. In response to
Rall’s attack on comics icon Art Spiegelman in the Aug. 3 Village Voice,
Hellman–who took issue with Rall’s article–first disseminated
to about 30 correspondents a satirical letter under Rall’s name. Then he
invented false art directors and editors and media types who sent back phony
e-mails to “Rall” in which they most often registered their disgust
with the letter. Now Rall’s claiming publicly that the letter harmed his
reputation and will cost him work.
he did was incredibly reprehensible and illegal and devastating, and obviously
harmful to my career,” Rall insists.
threatening to drag Hellman–who’s well known for playing gags on pals
like his fellow NYPress artists Tony Millionaire and Sam Henderson,
and who on occasion infiltrates NYPress’ extremely discriminating
mail section with his goofy hoax correspondence–into court for libel, defamation
of character and $20,000, unless Hellman settles. As of this writing, Hellman,
whom Rall calls “a stinking, lying sack of shit,” hadn’t done
so. But he had contacted a lawyer, and seemed resigned to contesting Rall in
“trying to freak me out,” Hellman claims. “He’s probably
hoping that I’ll call up and say ‘Look, will you settle for 5000 bucks?’”
thing’s a little strange, though. Once you acquaint yourself with the intricacies
of Hellman’s prank, it’s hard to imagine that it’s worth such
tremendous hullabaloo. More: it’s hard to imagine that the prank could
have generated much more psychic pain for Rall than could have been assuaged
by his telephoning Hellman and telling him off.
how the fake letter, which seems to satirize the loquacious Rall’s proclaimed
I wrote my now-legendary feature about Art Spiegelman for the Village Voice,
I knew I’d be starting some trouble, but I had no idea I’d get this
kind of response.
contrary to what some of you sourpusses might think, the vast majority of those
e-mails have been favorable! Most folks want to salute me for having the balls
to launch my brave attack against the cartoon business’ own bald, chain-smoking
Napoleon. I want you to know that your letters of support are far more valuable
to me than the modest fee paid me by the Voice; I respect the opinions
of each and every one of you, and I’d respond to each of you personally
if only I had the time (we all know what deadlines are like).
hate to brag, but I’ve received so many of your e-mails that the server
for my site, (www.rall.com) crashed seven times in the last 48 hours.
for the sake of my server, (and my webmaster’s
sanity), I’d like you to direct all future commentary to
intention is that TedRall’sBalls@onelist.com should become an open discussion
forum for everyone in the cartooning community.
want this to be a free zone; a place where we can all stop by and tell it like
it is. A place where the disenfranchised underdogs of the comics scene can take
a meat cleaver to all the comics industry’s sacred cows, a rowdy punk free-for-all
where courageous cartoonists with balls can boldly tear down all those imperious
golden idols of yesterday.
want this to be your place as much as it is mine, so grab that keyboard, and
let’s tell all the bastards out there exactly where they can go!!!”
signed “yours, Ted Rall, The REAL VOICE of the comics community!”
seem to be an obviously satirical document. The real Ted Rall’s not going
to allude to his own testicles in such a context, much less produce scenery-chewing
prose like “a rowdy punk free-for-all where courageous cartoonists with
balls,” etc. Is there really potential there for damage?
would seem to be the core of whatever case Rall has. Hellman meant to restrict
the letter to–depending on whom you ask–between 25 and 30 of his acquaintances.
But the letter did indisputably reach one real-life art director, Nicholas Blechman
of The New York Times’ Op-Ed page. Hellman admits this, but attributes
it to an oversight rather to any malicious intent; Blechman’s address was
held over from another CC list. Blechman couldn’t be reached for
contacted an employer of mine!” Rall protests. “It’s like me
calling up Russ Smith and pretending to be you and saying that you like to fuck
dogs or something. It’s just insane.”
are more reasonable than that. Either Russ Smith rolls his eyes at the insinuation
that I fuck dogs (and–who knows?–beams the e-mail off for yuks to
every Campaign 2000 obsessive and George W. Bush aficionado on his voluminous
CC list); or else, if he’s lost his mind, he summons me into his office
and demands a very solemn accounting of my bestial proclivities…There’s
no room for dogfucking in this organization, Slivka…fairly serious allegations…family
newspaper…and so on…
that art directors would deny Rall work on account of this is to presume that
they’re motivated by a near-sociopathic humorlessness.
from making the joke more vicious, the phony responses Hellman concocted from
art directors and media heavies would just seem to underline that the Rall letter’s
a gag. The non-existent “Jim Deeds,” for example, responds as follows
from the non-existent e-mail address email@example.com: “This thing’s
a fucking nightmare. I don’t know how I got on this stupid list, but TAKE
ME THE FUCK OFF AT ONCE.”
phantom art director, writing from the Hellman-concocted address of firstname.lastname@example.org,
answers in the following obviously satirical manner: “ted rall is a cartoonist
who wrote a feature for the villege voice last week tearing Art Speigalman a
new asshole. this ted rall person is the new scurge of the cartooning community,
second only to adolph hitler on puletzer-prize winning speigalman’s personal
death list. you may have seen mr ralls work in time and fortune. this will no
longer be the case when art gets back from paris and starts using his speed-dile.”
the most hopeless and infernal boobie of a reader could possibly imagine that
Si Newhouse has either the time or the inclination to sit messing around with
his e-mail and sending messages like “TAKE ME OFF THIS LIST OR I WILL HAVE
YOU KILLED!!!!” to cartoonists. Damage to Rall’s reputation? Come
on. That’s obviously not Si Newhouse.
response to that statement is essentially as follows: How do you know?
don’t have the time to track down all these people,” he says. “And
also, frankly… Do I want–the first time I talk to Si Newhouse in my life–do
I really want to call that guy up and ask him about this? Not really.”
however, that the “Nicholas Blechman thing by itself constitutes slander
and intention to defame and libel and a whole litany of crimes.” And Rall
also insinuates that Blechman wasn’t the only real person to whom the list
think some of these are faked and I think some of them are real,” he says,
“and it’s hard to determine which ones are which.”
it’s not so hard. Any professional cartoonist colleague of Hellman’s
and Rall’s, you’d think, would be able to look at the list and determine
whether the names are real or not; the list of periodical art directors who
employ cartoonists isn’t an unmanageably long one.
And in fact
Rall seems to be retreating from his allegation that a number of real-life art
directors and editorial types received the note. His original claim, posted
Aug. 9 on the Internet, was that “within hours” of Hellman’s
spamming, “editors at Conde Nast Publications and The New York Times contacted
me to tell me that my work would no longer be welcome in their pages.”
He also wrote, “The e-mail addresses on Danny Hellman’s list were,
in fact, actual, bonafide e-mail addresses to notable editors and cartoonists
upon whom I depend for living.”
flatly responds, “There are no real Conde Nast people on the list. They’re
all made up.” He adds: “As far as I know, if you were to write a message
to those e-mail addresses, you’d get them back undeliverable.”
the phone with me, Rall hedges his bets.
let’s just look at it both ways,” he says. “Let’s just say
that all of them were fakes. Then he still did this with an intent to fuck me
up psychologically and to create, in the parlance of my lawyer, emotional distress.”
just as likely, though, he just wanted to perpetrate a dumb joke. Again, it’s
not as if Hellman isn’t a well-known prankster. Pranking, I allow to Rall,
is Hellman’s shtick.
my shtick is that I litigate,” Rall shoots back. “I have a lot of
lawyers,” he adds, “and I never hesitate to use them. I don’t
think I’ve been not in court a single calendar year… Frankly, he’s
just picked the wrong target.”
Other victims of Hellman pranks, like Tony Millionaire, have reacted with annoyance,
but don’t seem to hold it against him. They definitely didn’t litigate.
was about my famously enormous balls,” Millionaire says, explaining the
nature of the gag Hellman played on him. “He posed as me, asking everyone
on the list to comment on their size. It was annoying, because I thought he
was sending the list to some big shots who I thought I might someday work with.
It turns out that those were the fake addresses, and that the only people really
receiving the e-mails were goofballs like Sammy Henderson, Kaz and Queen Itchie.”
The joke, says Millionaire, was “not that funny, but totally harmless.”
that the situation in the case of the Henderson and Millionaire pranks was different,
because Hellman knew his targets personally. Rall claims never to have heard
of Hellman before this controversy started.
a point of his political radicalism–he’s an avowed Marxist. (One wonders
if that radicalism has cost him work in a media culture that’s got to be
more offended by Bolshevism than it is by cartoonists’ scrota.) So I asked
him if, as a putative Red, he was prepared to get hassled for appealing to authority
as soon as someone gooses him. That’s a particularly salient question when
you remember that the Voice article that Rall wrote to catalyze this
mess was a deliberate provocation. If you’re going to gleefully kick someone,
as Rall did, shouldn’t you accept it in good grace when someone wants to
boot you back? That’s the business we’re in.
fact is, we live in a capitalist society,” Rall responds. “And until
the revolution comes, I’ll be toiling within this capitalist society to
do the best I can. When the revolution comes, I’ll toil within a communist
society to do the best I can. That’s just the real world. And one has to
be realistic and say, well, maybe the revolution is never going to come. Similarly,
in this case, the legal system makes provisions for what Danny did. If we lived
in a primitive society, I would just go kick the shit out of him. But that’s
also apprehensive that Hellman–who also posted on the Web a sophomoric
notice offering money to anyone who would do stuff like vomit on Rall–has
stirred up a Fifth Column of supporters to harass him.
he’s doing is creating an atmosphere of violence…” he explains.
“I think Hellman is really funny. However, the fact is other people could
take this shit seriously. And what he’s doing is inciting other people
to commit violence on me and my property. I’m not going to let that go.
He’s declared war on me.”
who’s finally contacted a lawyer, doesn’t have a lot to say at this
I’d really wanted to ruin his career,” he protests a little glumly,
“I could have gone to my Rolodex and pulled out 40 real e-mail addresses
of art directors and editors. Then he might have a case.”
Dirty Danny done for good?
don’t know,” Hellman answers. “This has put a pretty bad taste
in my mouth.”
As for Rall,
he has no illusions that he’s going to win this one in the court of his
fellow cartoonists’ opinion. Sam Henderson is considering selling “Free
Dirty Danny” t-shirts and the several cartoonists with whom I’ve talked
have expressed disbelief that Rall’s actually going through with this.
totally prepared to be called a humorless dick,” says Rall with great confidence.