The New Yorker and the Hubris of Arrogance
By Larry Johnson on July 14, 2008 at 9:05 PM in Current Affairs
It would seem that David Remnick, editor of the New Yorker, does not have a career in comedy. It looks like he’s on his way to becoming the Michael Richards of journalism. The Barack/Michelle cover is all the talk of the internet. A friend of mine calls it the “GAFFE OF THE YEAR.” He writes:
The New Yorker matters in the intellectual, and dare we say moral life of the nation, and has since its inception more than 80 years ago. And the editor now knows he’s really really really made a mistake, presumably one fatal to him and to anyone involved in approving this cover…
His defense so far has been that it was intended to humorously call attention to, and thus to sarcastically make fun of the “he’s a secret Muslim, she’s a Black Radical” canards circulating in the blogosphere.
So insulated from the real world are the New Yorker’s elites that apparently no one considered that they had perpetrated the equivalent of a “cartoon” about Hitler tossing Jews into the ovens, in order to ridicule modern day anti-Semites.
And let’s remember that this was not just some wild and crazy idea dreamed up by Remnick after downing a bottle of single malt. Others on the New Yorker team helped cultivate the concept. This, boys and girls, is the elite’s “macaca” moment. Just ask George Allen how that worked out.
I am not shedding crocodile tears for Michele and Barack, however. They’ve been getting a free pass from most of the media. Conveniently missing from the Lizza article and the “cartoon” were the faces of those crazy clerics, Jeremiah Wright and Michael Pfleger, the homo hating minister, James Meeks, unrepentant terrorist, Billy “the Kid” Ayers, and last, but certainly not least, Tony “the Slumlord” Rezko. I love the irony–while trying to do a puff piece on Barack, his buddies at the New Yorker, create the image more powerful than that of Michael Dukakis, perched in a tank turret, wearing a goofy expression that reminded me of a stoned Howdy Doody. Now that’s funny. Unintended humor.






















