Judging an Elitist by His Cover
The New Yorker's Depiction of the Obamas Reflects the Closed World of New York Media
Sen. Barack Obama (D-Ill.) (WDCpix)
By David Dante Troutt 07/15/2008
Just before the New Yorker cover came out depicting Barack and Michelle Obama as black power/Muslim terrorists, I was telling someone how useless the term “elitist” was. It was one of several pejorative labels tossed at Obama, and it was pure epithet disguised as a descriptor. But of what? It describes nothing. It only rankles. It’s subject to so much modification in order to make sense — pedigree, social distance/indifference, unearned/unacknowledged privilege—that it’s useless except to impugn.
Then the cover appeared. It showed up first on the Internet; then in the corners of printed tabloids; next, in my city of New York, on the real cover of the magazine itself -- hanging defiantly from clips along the tops of newsstands, baiting you as you passed or waited for a train or a light. That image.
Immediately, the rub was that all the electricity the cartoon elicited would travel quickly beyond the New York minutes and would enter the nooks and crannies of the country’s other time zones, where “the folks” would wrestle with it, and across the Western world, where ex-pats might wonder or explain. There, the meaning of its manifest vulgarity— depicting Michelle Obama as a Cleopatra Jones of anarchy; Barack Obama, defamed by, of all things, Islamic dress and linked once and for all with Osama bin Laden, burning (flag pins maybe, but whoever said anything about burning?) the American flag -- would be up for grabs. To some, it will confirm and bring (dis)comfort. To others, a bold and uncanny satire. To The New Yorker, welcome controversy and wider relevance.
The cover is destructive and misguided satire because viewers act on its meanings independently, with no guidance from the satirist. For me, it is not remotely funny. Within the four corners of the text (as the LitCrits used to say) is a series of visual statements, one more disgusting and unexplained than the last, that serve to ridicule the Obamas’ identities for reasons left to the viewer to sort out, with reference only to the meanings outside the frame. In their lives. With whatever inputs and analytical skills the viewer possesses.
I listened to a variety of journalists and experts on TV and in the blogosphere correct the public about The New Yorker’s true intent. I heard critic after critic of the magazine’s failed attempt at a political point talked down to, cut off. Finally, I looked again at the picture and felt the great queasiness of recognition.
I know the folks who did this. I went to school with them, work with them, dine with them, pass them in the halls of my children’s school. I know them well enough that they are almost me.
They are elitists, and you can know them by their smugness. Not only did they think this was funny and clever and smart in a pro-Obama way, but they figured that its edginess would separate the kindred readers who get it from the ignorant multitudes that would not. There was no shame in being misunderstood, just more confirmation of one’s place on a high intellectual perch. If the cover backfired -- and is misused to promote more lies about Obama -- that’s no stain on their judgment. They would get a pass because they can take a pass. In fact, all across the mainstream media, people like them decide who gets passes.
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