The New Yorker got what they wanted. David Reminck wanted to go on Charlie Rose (when was the last time anyone wanted him on a show?). They wanted some time in the sun, they're tired of being a snooty repository for the occasional Alice Munro story, or the same recycled Sy Hersh article. So they decided to go ballistic. They published something so odious, something no different from the cartoons published by Currier and Ives in the 1860's known as "The Darktown" series, showing "darkies" trying to figure out how to use a fire engine and the like. No different from the picture of a grinning black sambo eating a watermelon, or of Aunt Jemima. All racial stereotyping of the most vicious kind. What if the New Yorker had decided to satirize a Jewish politician by making him look like Shylock, getting his pound of flesh and drinking a baby's blood. How would that have gone over? They could have called it satire on "anti semitism", but would it have been funny?



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Posted July 17, 2008 | 04:20 PM (EST)