Every racist writer at the New Yorker, in their own words
17th January 2026
I read a shocking statistic today. In an essay for Compact Magazine, “The Vanishing White Male Writer,” Jacob Savage writes:
Not a single white American man born after 1984 has published a work of literary fiction in The New Yorker.
Not a single one.
I sat with that, as they say, and then, of course, I thought of my recent essay, “The banal provocation of Doreen St. Felix’s racism,” and the fact that, in the Remnick era, as Andrew Sullivan succinctly put it when sharing the piece, white male writers are deliberately censored from the pages of the magazine, yet a sociopathic racist is given a staff writing position. Remnick, by the way, refers to David Remnick, who has been the editor of The New Yorker for the last 27 years. But America’s preeminent literary magazine wasn’t always what it is today.