I don't say you have to be crazy to be
a politician, but displaying a little screwball logic - “Extremism
in the defense of liberty is no vice” - can solidify your base. On
the other hand you don't want voters suspecting you might be
completely loony - like President-of- the-Moon Newt Gingrich. Now,
navigating a path between those two alternatives can be tricky at
times. For example, in the 1980's a 5'1” tall combative fire
cracker named Ruthann Aron used her obsessive-compulsive drive and
her pugnacious combative nature to make a fortune in real estate
development. She didn't make a lot of friends, of course. Her
urologist husband Barry admitted, “She gets in people’s faces in
a very straightforward way and doesn’t tap dance too much.” Still
the lady had big dreams, even of becoming a United States Senator.
Ruthann's first attempt resulted in defeat, but that was not unusual. She could have recovered. But then she became the first candidate on
record to actually sue her opponent for slander. Equating political
mud slinging with slander - that was when Ruthann went from being
odd to being out to lunch, And then she went from erratic to
homicidal. Perhaps we should review the details of her story, so any
would-be politicians out there can take notes.
Our lesson begins in the “D.C.”
adjacent enclave of Montgomery county, Maryland, one of the richest
and best educated counties in America. Everybody here, it seems came
from some place else – the county was even named for a
Revolutionary War hero who never set foot in the state. This is one
of those big ponds where little fish either get eaten or grow big And it has not voted for a Republican Presidential candidate since
Ronald Reagan retired. And, as Barry Rascovar noted for the
Washington Post in mid-August of 1994, “...the last time there was
a truly contested GOP Senate primary was in the early 1960s.” It
was here that our diminutive mother of two faced her first test
when, after just two years on the County Planning Board, Ruthann Aron
decided to run for the United States Senate as a Republican.
It was a clever move. The
dysfunctional Maryland G.O.P had little hope of beating the popular
Democrat, Paul Sarbanes who had held the seat since 1976 and seemed a
shoe-in for re-election .But even if she lost the primary, Ruthann
could still lay a foundation for a future in politics. The only
drawback was that there were seven candidates vying for the
Republican nomination, so Ruthann decided to stand out, to
concentrate in attacking her best known opponent, multimillionaire
candy heir and ex-Senator from Tennessee, the handsome Bill Brock
III.
Ruthann spent nearly a quarter of a
million dollars of her own money buying radio ads, in which two
“hillbillies” laughed about the way Maryland voters were being
fooled by the “tax-raising, carpetbagging, career politician”, Senator Brock. The ex-Senator chose to not even mention Ruthann in
his few radio ads. No since giving the little lady free publicity.
Then, a poll released Labor Day weekend found Brock leading, as
expected, with 23% of the vote. But in second place and well within
the margin of error for a tie was Ruthann, at 20%.
With just two weeks to go before the
primary, Brock decided he could no longer ignore the tiny upstart,
and called an afternoon press conference for Thursday, September 8,
1994, on the Rockville courthouse square. As the Baltimore Sun noted,
“The minutes preceding yesterday's news conference had the feel of
a mock thriller....About 2 p.m. the (Ruthann) Aron camp
entered...About 10 minutes later, Mr. Brock arrived with his
contingent of sign-wavers.” The Washington Post observed, “As
reporters and photographers soaked up the awkward silence, the two
camps stared mutely, and the whirring of (film) cameras was all that
was heard.”
According to the Post, the biggest bomb
shell at the press conference was dropped by a Brock supporter,
former U.S. representative Marjorie Holt, who mentioned “...the
aura of fraud and breach of contract that constantly surrounds the
other candidate.” After that the press conference devolved into
two competing impromptu press conferences, during which Brock built
on Holt's charge. According to the Post, “She has been convicted
by a jury of fraud, more than once," (Brock) told reporters, who
bounced between the two candidates like pin balls.” Brock backed up
the theatrical press conference with $220,000 in new radio ads,
claiming that Ruthann had been convicted of fraud “more than once”,
and had to pay “hundreds of thousands of dollars in fines”. Said
his narrator, "Before Ruthann Aron starts attacking anybody,
maybe she ought to look in the mirror.”
On Tuesday, September 13, Ruthann lost
the primary by 50,000 votes. Even worse, a poll
released just before the election showed that rather than laying a
foundation for her future, her campaign style had left her in a hole
by raising her negative ratings to 16%. Her reputation was not even
helped when Block was easily beaten by the Democrat Sarbanes in the
November general election. So, finding herself in a hole, Ruthann
decided to keep digging. She sued Brock for defamation of character.
Nobody had ever done that before.
It took over a year for what the Sun
called Ruthann's “frivolous lawsuit” to work its way to trial,
which it did in early 1996. “Jurors have been schooled”, wrote
the Sun, “in subliminal suggestion...the role of Russian composer
Peter Ilich Tchaikovsky in an effective campaign commercial....harked
to the tonal difference between a major chord and a slamming jail
door, listened again and again to the definition of "Ronald
Reagan's 11th Commandment" (Thou shalt not speak ill of a fellow
Republican) and been told that staff members look at members of
Congress the way undertakers look at corpses.”
Chief witness for Brock was Arthur G.
Kahn, lawyer in a 1984 suit against Ruthann's real estate company,
Research Incorporated. Kahn testified his clients had invested in a
shopping mall Ruthann was promoting. The mall had never been built,
but she still sold the rights to buy the project to a third party for
$200,000, and kept the money herself. The jury awarded her partners
$175,000, which Ruthann paid only after Kahn agreed to request the
judge vacate the verdict from the record. It had been a civil suit,
and she had lost, but there was no conviction, and the verdict had
been vacated, so technically there was no record, so technically what
Brock had said at the press conference had been untrue ...but the
new jury decided that was splitting hairs, and, besides, they just
did not like Ruthann very much. Who did? They found for Brock.
Ruthann had lost again. And now she was really, double-dog-done in
politics
And that should have been the end of
Ruthann's public activities, unless she had thrown herself into
charity work or earned a Nobel Peace Prize or something. Instead, on
June 7, 1997, Ruthann Aron was arrested for hiring a hit man to
murder her old nemesis Arthur Kahn, and, as an afterthought, her own
husband Barry Aron, as well. They had her on tape with an undercover cop
spelling out the victim's names. They had video of her dropping the
down payment off at a hotel. It was an open and shut case.
Ruthann insisted at both of her trials
(the first jury hung, 11-1 for conviction) that she was crazy. And
it's hard to disagree with that. The why and whereof is irrelevant
for purposes of this discussion. Let's just say she was nuts and let
it go by saying the jury found her guilty anyway. At her sentencing
Ruthann's lawyer pointed out what her career in politics had cost the
little lady. "She's lost her credibility, her reputation, her
family as she knew it, her dignity, her lifestyle, her husband,
almost everything she had”, he said She also got three years in
jail with a suspended sentence of ten more years hanging over her
head.
Barry the urologist not only filed for divorce, he
sued Ruthann for $7.5 million, and she counter-sued him for $24
million. Some people never learn. But it could have been worse. Just
before her arrest, Ruthann had been considering a switch to the
Democratic party. And wouldn't that have been an interesting second career. And the lesson from our little tale is that if you sleep with a politician, you may not find love, but you will defiantly get screwed. Those people are nuts.