Harry Jay Rubin
Famous, Overly Humble
Attorney and Musician
and my Nurturing Father
My nurturing father, Harry Jay Rubin, was a prodigy — as a musician and attorney — but so overly humble that he did not even want a memorial service. A clarinetist, he won competitions and played on Pittsburgh radio in his teens. Just two years after graduating from Yale Law School, still in his 20s, Bud Rubin became a Pennsylvania Deputy Attorney General. In 1960, when he was 32, he won "Two Guys." He was one of the youngest attorney's in American History to win a U.S. Supreme Court case. At 42, he argued the Moose Lodge Case. Representing Leroy Irvis pro bono — Harry Jay Rubin also won Moose Lodge — despite Nixon-appointee Rehnquist's vapid, majority decision, which should be reversed.
Simultaneously, Bud Rubin had professional-level musical talent, playing with naturally beautiful tone. Ignatius Gennusa invited him to give a chamber music performance with him and told him he should perform more often, but my Dad was too humble. He was so self-effacing that he often diminished himself.
My Dad's humility — and my entire family's overly humble style — enabled corrupt bad actors to harm us.
On March 18th, 2018, Bud Rubin suddenly died minutes after an unknown nurse from Home Instead of York, PA (not his regular nurse, Nancy) showed up at my parents’ house for the first time and told my mother she could leave the room to rest. While alone with that nurse, my father died.
According to a Pennsylvania Department of Health surveyor, Cheyenne Ricker (who investigated in 2019), and her supervisor, my father’s death is also a “police matter.” However, that assessment was covered up in the “official letter” sent to me by the PA Department of Health, and when I asked Ms. Ricker why her specific assessment was not included, she replied: “That’s not for you to know.”
Simultaneously, Bud Rubin had professional-level musical talent, playing with naturally beautiful tone. Ignatius Gennusa invited him to give a chamber music performance with him and told him he should perform more often, but my Dad was too humble. He was so self-effacing that he often diminished himself.
My Dad's humility — and my entire family's overly humble style — enabled corrupt bad actors to harm us.
On March 18th, 2018, Bud Rubin suddenly died minutes after an unknown nurse from Home Instead of York, PA (not his regular nurse, Nancy) showed up at my parents’ house for the first time and told my mother she could leave the room to rest. While alone with that nurse, my father died.
According to a Pennsylvania Department of Health surveyor, Cheyenne Ricker (who investigated in 2019), and her supervisor, my father’s death is also a “police matter.” However, that assessment was covered up in the “official letter” sent to me by the PA Department of Health, and when I asked Ms. Ricker why her specific assessment was not included, she replied: “That’s not for you to know.”
Additionally, whether or not a homicide occurred, my Dad’s death was wrongful. My parents are also long-term victims of RICO-level crime and corruption that has irreparably injured me.
Coincidence, or not, on the morning of March 18th, 2018 — the morning of his death — while I was working on my laptop at a Starbucks in Manhattan (on 3rd Avenue between 27th and 28th), on my LinkedIn page I had posted a link to the U. S. Department of Justice website page covering “Conspiracy Against Rights.” In the early afternoon, from Starbucks, I phoned York to check in with my Dad. My mother answered and, speaking slowly, told me that right after she had left him alone with that unknown nurse, he died.
In the preceding days, my parents — including my Dad, himself — and my Dad’s regular nurse, Nancy, and York Hospital assured me that he was stable, and I did not need to rush home to see him. Due to long-term hardship and injuries to me, I had not seen my wonderful Dad — my primary nurturer — since Summer 2016 when he died in March 2018.
I was standing on 3rd Avenue in front of Starbucks, where I had been working, when my mother told he had died. In shock, I ran back inside Starbucks to get my things. A blond Caucasian woman who had not been there before was sitting next to the table I had been at. She asked me why I was so distressed. In tears, grabbing my laptop, I said, “My Father just died.” Strangely, that disgraceful woman actually invited me to sit with her, saying, “Do you want to talk about it?”
I was horrified. Given that I have been illegally tracked on my iPhone for many years, of course it crossed my mind that she was connected to my Father’s death. I grabbed my laptop and left. In shock, numb, I slept in a plastic chair at the Main Chance Shelter that night, then took a bus to York the next morning for the memorial service at my parents’ home.
How I had become temporarily homeless:
In 2013, I lost my long-time apartment and was impoverished solely as a result of crimes against me, defamation, and obstruction of justice and retaliation tactics.
As is well documented from my childhood onward — for over forty-five years I had consistently excelled, in the arts, academically, and professionally. I also competed fairly, paid my taxes, and had a credit score over 800. As is documented, I was a well-behaved American Girl and a peer leader with good friends. I was a compassionate Queen Bee who cared about fairness and justice, not a petty "heather," not an insecure bully.
After decades of a stable, high-acieving life, I became a serial victim of crime and defamation, while humbly making art of male athletes at games, with no agent, pr person, or security personnel of my own. The deranged abuses of me, criminal and civil, still ongoing, caused me to become anorexic and understandably fearful, separate from my husband, and lose my apartment and personal safety. But, always a ballerina, I did not fall apart. My core remained stable, physically and mentally.
On March 18th, 2018, when my Father died, I was staying at the Main Chance Homeless “Drop-Off” Center while working to regain employment and the ability to pay rent. As the City of New York, itself, put in writing, as well as a psychiatrist from Beth Israel Hospital: I do not have a mental health disability.
Also, I have never had a substance abuse issue. I do not use drugs. I rarely even drink.
It is specifically the mental illnesses and addictions of mainstream athletes, entertainers, sports-enteratinment executives, and those in their vast network, that devastated my life and egregiously harmed my parents.
The mentally ill aggression and corporate corruption towards me, also injuring my family, began in the late 80s-early 1990s, when Madonna, Time Warner, Inc., and personnel at Artforum Magazine conspired on unfair competition practices/trade secret theft and defamation of me, after I had been recommended to Artforum while I was finishing up The Whitney Museum ISP.
During 1992, Peter Herbert, a senior-level attorney at Cowan Liebowitz & Latman, along with a litigation assistant, met with me, reviewed the evidence, did some research, and told me that the "access" part was easily proven, as editors at Artforum had been ghost writers on the conspiratorial, criminal Artforum-Madonna-Time Warner corporate rip-off and defamation of Independent American Artist Jane Rubin.
Peter Herbert, who had previously been a prosecutor in the U. S. Attorney SDNY office, told me that the legal route would take several years and cost millions, and even handling it pro se, he said, would be a lengthy, debilitating grind against a corporate defendant with endless resources, so he advised me to move on.
I was a middle-class New Yorker from a middle-class family, and took his advice. If I could turn back time, I would not have done so. I would have filed criminal and civil civilian complaints with the U. S. Attorney.
In the early 1990s, to protect my own spirit and mental health, I stopped interacting with the exhibition system. Collusion by "top" art world people in corporate crimes against me, an Independent Artist, was a nauseating betrayal.
Then, starting in 1998, while I was painting and drawing publicly at men's basketball games and at New York Yankees Game — too humbly — with no PR people, no agent, no security guard of my own — deranged men and women in mass-market sports-entertainment (who have never even met me) began exploiting their media power, wealth, and corporate-government pals, to perpetrate criminal abuses, defamation, and hoaxes against me on a massive scale.
Since the late 1980s to early 1990s, the IP theft and financial coercion, cybercrimes, aggravated/sexual harassment, intimidation and retaliation tactics, and constant smearing of me professionally and personally, have been carried out, openly, by mainstream sports and entertainment people who do not know me personally.
This openly perpetrated, RICO-level mob abuse would only be done to a Jewish-American Female Artist. Here are the main perps:
Derek Jeter
The Jeter Family
The Steinbrenners and the New York Yankees Organization
Minka Kelly and Hannah Davis-Jeter
Madonna, Artforum Magazine, Time Warner Books
Additionally, it should come as no surprise to anyone that the mainstream entertainers, i. e. the junior-high mob, who have been criminally bullying and smearing me have — of course — been enabled and “protected” by corporate and government pals to whom they bring money and votes.
Also, while I stand united against anti-Semitism with all Jewish People...
Since the founding of Hollywood, Jewish sports and entertainment executives, and entertainers, have repeatedly accommodated and internalized anti-Semitic stereotypes. Too often, they have defamed, scapegoated, and dehumanized Jewish Women in particular. While producing self-deprecating and defamatory stereotypes may have been the only way for Jewish immigrant families in American Entertainment to survive in the first half of the 20th Century, that compromise became an entrenched pattern, repeated to this day. As a result, many people wrongly believe that those stereotypes define Jewish-ness.
Their pompous delusions of grandeur about themselves as mainstream "celebrities", and their anti-Semitic stereotypes about me and my Jewish Family — have — consistently — caused them to vastly overestimate themselves, while they also misperceive and underestimate me.
Clearly, those narcissistic bigots have wrongly viewed me as a "Jewish Princess" who supposedly deserved to be beaten down by ultra-wealthy sports-entertainment folk, and a "Nice Jewish Girl" who would be "too soft" to withstand it.
The joke is on them.
Consistently, they only humilliate themselves.
Growing up in rough, violent York, PA in the 1960s and '70s, attending the frequently violent York City School System, where my peers were mostly working class or living below the poverty line, and where my sister and I were the only Jewish childen, we became internally tough and had survival skills in Kindergarten.
Spoiled, anti-Semitic people like the Jeters, Steinbrenners, their middle-school mean-girl assistants, and also Randy Levine, got it wrong.
In fact, The Main Chance and Oliveri Center, Manhattan's homeless "drop-off" centers, were safer than the York, PA City Schools.
I was also mentally stable.
In 2013, immediately, the City of New York's "We Care" Clinic approved me to return to full-time employment, as I did not have a mental health disability or any substance abuse issue.
From 2013 to 2019, although I was an ongoing victim of cybercrime, illegal cell phone tracking, computer tampering, aggravated identity theft, menacing and harassment, and with my Father ill in York, PA and then suddenly dying in March 2018, I withstood the traumas, poverty, repeated endangerment, and horrible loss of my Dad, and recovered my financial stability.
Just a hunch: I am guessing that the junior-high-mob behind the simultaneous gangbanging and love-bombing of me (and coercion of my parents) did not expect me to survive intact. Not many would.
Constant exercise, a healthy diet, not isolating myself, inner toughness from my childhood and ballet, and just becoming numb, kept me going.
I have not been homeless since Summer 2019. On my own, I went through the New York City "Back to Work" Program, obtained a basic job doing security — that is what the City of New York funneled me into — a low-paying security guard job. In 2019, I rented a room, and I have paid rent and worked consistently and successfully since that time.
Whether running my own ad agency as Executive Creative Director, or doing corporate security — the low-paying "service" job that I was coerced into taking by the bad actors defaming me — regardless — my parents raised me to be focused and responsible — no contract with my parents was needed for me to excel and be self-disciplined...
Unlike spineless wild partier, Derek Jeter — who has been colluding on criminal abuses and defamation of me — with his two wild junior-high-heathers.
In 2013, when I was anorexic, had temporary Stockholm syndrome, was fearful and therefore still “loyal” to the sadistic creep abusing me (who seemed to have political aspirations), my Father, normally a stoic, did crisis intervention by saying to me over the phone, paraphrasing him:
“Derek Jeter is not qualified to hold office, and he’s crazy.”
My Dad was a calm man, never melodramatic, never imbalanced. Bud Rubin was not a "hater" of anyone. He did not "go negative" about others, except for those who were clearly abusive — and even then he was not cacaphonous about it.
However, in that rare case, my Dad intervened, bluntly, to stop a process that had been severely injuring both myself, and him, for several years.
As I have not had any privacy for over 15 years, perhaps my Dad was overheard saying that, and that had something to do with the manner in which he died on March 18th, 2018. I do not assume anything, but it is rational to see that as a possibility — one that should be properly investigated. Any one of the male or female bad actors mentioned previously may (or may not have) been involved in my Father’s death.
There is one more layer relevant to this deranged chain of events:
In my 1988 MFA show at CalArts, Little Girl — due to militant feminist and LGBTQ bullying and attitudes at Barnard and Columbia, CalArts, and in the art world in general — I added an entirely fictional “abusive Dad” character to the text and changed the ending to make the work “AC/DC” rather than heterosexual, although I am a straight woman who was raised by a nurturing, open-minded Dad. Realistically concerned about whether I would even graduate, have shows, a career, or income, I altered the text to make the show politically acceptable to those judging my work and my future in the art world. Simultaneously, in April 1988, I believed that by altering the ending I was doing something brave and positive to support LGBTQ rights. I am not a queer baiter. That is one of the reasons why I decided to no longer include AC/DC imagery in my art in the early 1990s and continue to make it clear that I am heterosexual.
With regard to my real Father, Bud Rubin: My wonderful Dad flew to Valencia, CA with my mother to see my CalArts show and took me — and a rainbow of CalArtians — to lunch to celebrate. My real Dad, Bud Rubin, was more of a feminist than I am. My real Dad, Bud Rubin, supported same-sex marriage back then — decades before the Clintons, Obamas, Bidens, or The New York Times.
However, from 1988 onward, I have seen signs that some deranged people — including mainstream entertainment people — may have crazily imagined that the fictional abusive Dad in Little Girl was my real Dad.
Again, I do not assume this, but it is a possibility that psychotic people, fixated on confusing the "abusive Dad" character in my 1988 show with my actual Father, played a role in my Father’s death, insanely believing that they were "helping me out" by doing so.
Perhaps there will be more retaliation. Perhaps I will suddenly lose a job again, or receive another “anonymous” abusive text, or be deprived of heat in winter, so that I become ill, or worse, unless I renounce heterosexuality and “submit” to a deranged junior-high mob with acquired situational narcissism and comorbid addictions — them, not me — and also to scare me away from reporting all of this to Congress.
That is not an irrational concern, given repeated acts of retaliation against me since 2012, when I finally began reporting traumatizing crimes against me to the NYPD, to save my life.
Lastly, I have never had wacky conspiracy theories. I am a sane, peaceful American citizen raised and homeschooled by great lawyers. The term “conspiracy” is a common legal term, simply meaning that more than one perpetrator colluded in the planning and/or execution of a crime.
These are facts — not a story, not a script, not entertainment, not a game.
© Jane Rubin December 2025
I never fake anything.
The following is a preemptive "Cease and Desist" to anyone desperately trying to slander/libel me with regard to AI:
My concepts, creative direction, paintings, drawings, dance, sound, visual design and content are original. No AI platform creates my concepts, art or content for me.
I will sue any spineless individual or institution who defames my originality, artistic talent, intellect, character, mental health, body and physical fitness, gender identity or patriotism, and I will win.
For over fifty-nine years I did everything myself, including successfully running an entire ad agency in the high-speed global trading arena on my own, as Executive Creative Director, Design Director, and Content Creator. All concepts — image-concepts and word-concepts — and all cross-platform visual design, were created by me. All campaigns were created by me, start to finish. Recently, I began using AI, ethically, as a junior-level proofreading/coding assistant, but it does not create anything for me. Additionally, as I am currently organizing legal testimony covering years of corruption, intimidation, and criminal abuses of me and my family that I will be providing to Congress and to the United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York — in order to not be constantly re-traumatized, using voice-to-text on my iPhone, I speak my factual testimony into the prompt area, and direct it to proofread me and confirm that what I am expressing will be clearly understood.
Coincidence, or not, on the morning of March 18th, 2018 — the morning of his death — while I was working on my laptop at a Starbucks in Manhattan (on 3rd Avenue between 27th and 28th), on my LinkedIn page I had posted a link to the U. S. Department of Justice website page covering “Conspiracy Against Rights.” In the early afternoon, from Starbucks, I phoned York to check in with my Dad. My mother answered and, speaking slowly, told me that right after she had left him alone with that unknown nurse, he died.
In the preceding days, my parents — including my Dad, himself — and my Dad’s regular nurse, Nancy, and York Hospital assured me that he was stable, and I did not need to rush home to see him. Due to long-term hardship and injuries to me, I had not seen my wonderful Dad — my primary nurturer — since Summer 2016 when he died in March 2018.
I was standing on 3rd Avenue in front of Starbucks, where I had been working, when my mother told he had died. In shock, I ran back inside Starbucks to get my things. A blond Caucasian woman who had not been there before was sitting next to the table I had been at. She asked me why I was so distressed. In tears, grabbing my laptop, I said, “My Father just died.” Strangely, that disgraceful woman actually invited me to sit with her, saying, “Do you want to talk about it?”
I was horrified. Given that I have been illegally tracked on my iPhone for many years, of course it crossed my mind that she was connected to my Father’s death. I grabbed my laptop and left. In shock, numb, I slept in a plastic chair at the Main Chance Shelter that night, then took a bus to York the next morning for the memorial service at my parents’ home.
How I had become temporarily homeless:
In 2013, I lost my long-time apartment and was impoverished solely as a result of crimes against me, defamation, and obstruction of justice and retaliation tactics.
As is well documented from my childhood onward — for over forty-five years I had consistently excelled, in the arts, academically, and professionally. I also competed fairly, paid my taxes, and had a credit score over 800. As is documented, I was a well-behaved American Girl and a peer leader with good friends. I was a compassionate Queen Bee who cared about fairness and justice, not a petty "heather," not an insecure bully.
After decades of a stable, high-acieving life, I became a serial victim of crime and defamation, while humbly making art of male athletes at games, with no agent, pr person, or security personnel of my own. The deranged abuses of me, criminal and civil, still ongoing, caused me to become anorexic and understandably fearful, separate from my husband, and lose my apartment and personal safety. But, always a ballerina, I did not fall apart. My core remained stable, physically and mentally.
On March 18th, 2018, when my Father died, I was staying at the Main Chance Homeless “Drop-Off” Center while working to regain employment and the ability to pay rent. As the City of New York, itself, put in writing, as well as a psychiatrist from Beth Israel Hospital: I do not have a mental health disability.
Also, I have never had a substance abuse issue. I do not use drugs. I rarely even drink.
It is specifically the mental illnesses and addictions of mainstream athletes, entertainers, sports-enteratinment executives, and those in their vast network, that devastated my life and egregiously harmed my parents.
The mentally ill aggression and corporate corruption towards me, also injuring my family, began in the late 80s-early 1990s, when Madonna, Time Warner, Inc., and personnel at Artforum Magazine conspired on unfair competition practices/trade secret theft and defamation of me, after I had been recommended to Artforum while I was finishing up The Whitney Museum ISP.
During 1992, Peter Herbert, a senior-level attorney at Cowan Liebowitz & Latman, along with a litigation assistant, met with me, reviewed the evidence, did some research, and told me that the "access" part was easily proven, as editors at Artforum had been ghost writers on the conspiratorial, criminal Artforum-Madonna-Time Warner corporate rip-off and defamation of Independent American Artist Jane Rubin.
Peter Herbert, who had previously been a prosecutor in the U. S. Attorney SDNY office, told me that the legal route would take several years and cost millions, and even handling it pro se, he said, would be a lengthy, debilitating grind against a corporate defendant with endless resources, so he advised me to move on.
I was a middle-class New Yorker from a middle-class family, and took his advice. If I could turn back time, I would not have done so. I would have filed criminal and civil civilian complaints with the U. S. Attorney.
In the early 1990s, to protect my own spirit and mental health, I stopped interacting with the exhibition system. Collusion by "top" art world people in corporate crimes against me, an Independent Artist, was a nauseating betrayal.
Then, starting in 1998, while I was painting and drawing publicly at men's basketball games and at New York Yankees Game — too humbly — with no PR people, no agent, no security guard of my own — deranged men and women in mass-market sports-entertainment (who have never even met me) began exploiting their media power, wealth, and corporate-government pals, to perpetrate criminal abuses, defamation, and hoaxes against me on a massive scale.
Since the late 1980s to early 1990s, the IP theft and financial coercion, cybercrimes, aggravated/sexual harassment, intimidation and retaliation tactics, and constant smearing of me professionally and personally, have been carried out, openly, by mainstream sports and entertainment people who do not know me personally.
This openly perpetrated, RICO-level mob abuse would only be done to a Jewish-American Female Artist. Here are the main perps:
Derek Jeter
The Jeter Family
The Steinbrenners and the New York Yankees Organization
Minka Kelly and Hannah Davis-Jeter
Madonna, Artforum Magazine, Time Warner Books
Additionally, it should come as no surprise to anyone that the mainstream entertainers, i. e. the junior-high mob, who have been criminally bullying and smearing me have — of course — been enabled and “protected” by corporate and government pals to whom they bring money and votes.
Also, while I stand united against anti-Semitism with all Jewish People...
Since the founding of Hollywood, Jewish sports and entertainment executives, and entertainers, have repeatedly accommodated and internalized anti-Semitic stereotypes. Too often, they have defamed, scapegoated, and dehumanized Jewish Women in particular. While producing self-deprecating and defamatory stereotypes may have been the only way for Jewish immigrant families in American Entertainment to survive in the first half of the 20th Century, that compromise became an entrenched pattern, repeated to this day. As a result, many people wrongly believe that those stereotypes define Jewish-ness.
While the spoiled, mentally ill total strangers, using criminal tactics to coerce and traumatize me, may have expected me to fall apart — I never did. On the contrary, all of their efforts have only produced the opposite: an American Woman who is sharper and more resolute than ever.
Their pompous delusions of grandeur about themselves as mainstream "celebrities", and their anti-Semitic stereotypes about me and my Jewish Family — have — consistently — caused them to vastly overestimate themselves, while they also misperceive and underestimate me.
Clearly, those narcissistic bigots have wrongly viewed me as a "Jewish Princess" who supposedly deserved to be beaten down by ultra-wealthy sports-entertainment folk, and a "Nice Jewish Girl" who would be "too soft" to withstand it.
The joke is on them.
Consistently, they only humilliate themselves.
Growing up in rough, violent York, PA in the 1960s and '70s, attending the frequently violent York City School System, where my peers were mostly working class or living below the poverty line, and where my sister and I were the only Jewish childen, we became internally tough and had survival skills in Kindergarten.
Spoiled, anti-Semitic people like the Jeters, Steinbrenners, their middle-school mean-girl assistants, and also Randy Levine, got it wrong.
In fact, The Main Chance and Oliveri Center, Manhattan's homeless "drop-off" centers, were safer than the York, PA City Schools.
I was also mentally stable.
In 2013, immediately, the City of New York's "We Care" Clinic approved me to return to full-time employment, as I did not have a mental health disability or any substance abuse issue.
From 2013 to 2019, although I was an ongoing victim of cybercrime, illegal cell phone tracking, computer tampering, aggravated identity theft, menacing and harassment, and with my Father ill in York, PA and then suddenly dying in March 2018, I withstood the traumas, poverty, repeated endangerment, and horrible loss of my Dad, and recovered my financial stability.
Just a hunch: I am guessing that the junior-high-mob behind the simultaneous gangbanging and love-bombing of me (and coercion of my parents) did not expect me to survive intact. Not many would.
Constant exercise, a healthy diet, not isolating myself, inner toughness from my childhood and ballet, and just becoming numb, kept me going.
I have not been homeless since Summer 2019. On my own, I went through the New York City "Back to Work" Program, obtained a basic job doing security — that is what the City of New York funneled me into — a low-paying security guard job. In 2019, I rented a room, and I have paid rent and worked consistently and successfully since that time.
Whether running my own ad agency as Executive Creative Director, or doing corporate security — the low-paying "service" job that I was coerced into taking by the bad actors defaming me — regardless — my parents raised me to be focused and responsible — no contract with my parents was needed for me to excel and be self-disciplined...
Unlike spineless wild partier, Derek Jeter — who has been colluding on criminal abuses and defamation of me — with his two wild junior-high-heathers.
In 2013, when I was anorexic, had temporary Stockholm syndrome, was fearful and therefore still “loyal” to the sadistic creep abusing me (who seemed to have political aspirations), my Father, normally a stoic, did crisis intervention by saying to me over the phone, paraphrasing him:
“Derek Jeter is not qualified to hold office, and he’s crazy.”
My Dad was a calm man, never melodramatic, never imbalanced. Bud Rubin was not a "hater" of anyone. He did not "go negative" about others, except for those who were clearly abusive — and even then he was not cacaphonous about it.
However, in that rare case, my Dad intervened, bluntly, to stop a process that had been severely injuring both myself, and him, for several years.
As I have not had any privacy for over 15 years, perhaps my Dad was overheard saying that, and that had something to do with the manner in which he died on March 18th, 2018. I do not assume anything, but it is rational to see that as a possibility — one that should be properly investigated. Any one of the male or female bad actors mentioned previously may (or may not have) been involved in my Father’s death.
There is one more layer relevant to this deranged chain of events:
In my 1988 MFA show at CalArts, Little Girl — due to militant feminist and LGBTQ bullying and attitudes at Barnard and Columbia, CalArts, and in the art world in general — I added an entirely fictional “abusive Dad” character to the text and changed the ending to make the work “AC/DC” rather than heterosexual, although I am a straight woman who was raised by a nurturing, open-minded Dad. Realistically concerned about whether I would even graduate, have shows, a career, or income, I altered the text to make the show politically acceptable to those judging my work and my future in the art world. Simultaneously, in April 1988, I believed that by altering the ending I was doing something brave and positive to support LGBTQ rights. I am not a queer baiter. That is one of the reasons why I decided to no longer include AC/DC imagery in my art in the early 1990s and continue to make it clear that I am heterosexual.
With regard to my real Father, Bud Rubin: My wonderful Dad flew to Valencia, CA with my mother to see my CalArts show and took me — and a rainbow of CalArtians — to lunch to celebrate. My real Dad, Bud Rubin, was more of a feminist than I am. My real Dad, Bud Rubin, supported same-sex marriage back then — decades before the Clintons, Obamas, Bidens, or The New York Times.
However, from 1988 onward, I have seen signs that some deranged people — including mainstream entertainment people — may have crazily imagined that the fictional abusive Dad in Little Girl was my real Dad.
Again, I do not assume this, but it is a possibility that psychotic people, fixated on confusing the "abusive Dad" character in my 1988 show with my actual Father, played a role in my Father’s death, insanely believing that they were "helping me out" by doing so.
Perhaps there will be more retaliation. Perhaps I will suddenly lose a job again, or receive another “anonymous” abusive text, or be deprived of heat in winter, so that I become ill, or worse, unless I renounce heterosexuality and “submit” to a deranged junior-high mob with acquired situational narcissism and comorbid addictions — them, not me — and also to scare me away from reporting all of this to Congress.
That is not an irrational concern, given repeated acts of retaliation against me since 2012, when I finally began reporting traumatizing crimes against me to the NYPD, to save my life.
Lastly, I have never had wacky conspiracy theories. I am a sane, peaceful American citizen raised and homeschooled by great lawyers. The term “conspiracy” is a common legal term, simply meaning that more than one perpetrator colluded in the planning and/or execution of a crime.
These are facts — not a story, not a script, not entertainment, not a game.
© Jane Rubin December 2025
I never fake anything.
The following is a preemptive "Cease and Desist" to anyone desperately trying to slander/libel me with regard to AI:
My concepts, creative direction, paintings, drawings, dance, sound, visual design and content are original. No AI platform creates my concepts, art or content for me.
I will sue any spineless individual or institution who defames my originality, artistic talent, intellect, character, mental health, body and physical fitness, gender identity or patriotism, and I will win.
For over fifty-nine years I did everything myself, including successfully running an entire ad agency in the high-speed global trading arena on my own, as Executive Creative Director, Design Director, and Content Creator. All concepts — image-concepts and word-concepts — and all cross-platform visual design, were created by me. All campaigns were created by me, start to finish. Recently, I began using AI, ethically, as a junior-level proofreading/coding assistant, but it does not create anything for me. Additionally, as I am currently organizing legal testimony covering years of corruption, intimidation, and criminal abuses of me and my family that I will be providing to Congress and to the United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York — in order to not be constantly re-traumatized, using voice-to-text on my iPhone, I speak my factual testimony into the prompt area, and direct it to proofread me and confirm that what I am expressing will be clearly understood.
© Jane Rubin 2000 - 2024
