So last night we showed my old film - The Ballad of Ruby Ridge - at the Morbid Anatomy Museum in Brooklyn (which has quite the collection of casts of what happens to your face when you get syphilis, btw). 

We didn’t get a huge audience because it was the week before Christmas and I think a lot of people chose Christmas parties over a horrific documentary about a terrible family tragedy.

But I felt so proud to watch it again - it’s the best documentary I’ve ever been involved with. And so we’ve decided to show it again, on January 15th.

It’s one of those films that the less you know the better. But I’ll tell you how the film came to be. My friend, the documentary producer Fenton Bailey, sent me a box of VHSs back in the mid-1990s. He was clearing out his offices and wondered if I wanted to look through them. I watched. Most were crappy anti-NWO pre-Internet cable access talk shows. But one was different.

It was amateur footage shot on a mountain in Idaho. Something terrible was happening up the mountain, but it was hard to work out exactly what. And then it became clear…

The footage was haunting and unforgettable. And so I set off to meet the people involved…

Here’s the details for the January 15th screening.

http://morbidanatomymuseum.org/event/the-ballad-of-ruby-ridge-screening-and-discussion-with-journalist-and-film-maker-jon-ronson/

And here’s a shot of the mountain:

Jon