https://www.newyorker.com/culture/infinite-scroll/how-the-internet-left-4chan-behind Skip to main content The New Yorker * Newsletter Search * The Latest * News * Books & Culture * Fiction & Poetry * Humor & Cartoons * Magazine * Puzzles & Games * Video * Podcasts * Goings On * Shop * 100th Anniversary Open Navigation Menu The New Yorker Infinite Scroll How the Internet Left 4chan Behind The anonymous forum thrived when edgelord content wasn't acceptable on more mainstream social media. Today, it can be found most anywhere. By Kyle Chayka April 30, 2025 * * * * * Illustration of 4chan's backrooms and memes. Illustration by Ariel Davis Save this story Save this story 4chan was where I learned that the internet could be bad. I first encountered the site during high school, not long after its founding, in 2003, by an American teen-ager named Christopher Poole (better known by his username, moot). Poole copied the format of a Japanese message board nicknamed 2channel; users on 4chan could anonymously post an unfiltered mix of text, images, and animated GIFs. Illicit material was never hard to find on the internet, but 4chan served as an early hub--or "dumping ground" might be more apt. The site was inundated with pornography, pirated files, and uncensored screeds about dating or politics. Its background, a pale yellow gradient, still gives me a slight frisson, like a Playboy issue hidden under the bed. I would often test the censorship settings on a library or school computer's LAN internet connection by trying to load 4chan. Usually, it wouldn't work, which hinted at the site's infamy: even the grown-ups knew at least its name, and that it warranted a place on ban lists. On 4chan, usernames were most often just "Anonymous" or a string of numbers. I never posted, but I understood the appeal of hiding behind a mask and becoming one of a crowd. The site formed a collective id that could be called up in a web browser, years before the digital gang wars of Twitter began. Learning the forum's slang was the key to understanding its jokes: lulz, fren, TFW, troll. Posts were deleted when they stopped getting new engagement, which typically happened quickly, especially if the messages failed to provoke. At a time when the internet was still sparsely populated, 4chan guaranteed constant energy, no matter the time of day or night. But as the social-media landscape grew up around it, during the twenty-tens, and other sites competed as spaces for "shitposting," that digital term of art, 4chan faded in relevance. In 2015, Poole sold it to the owner of 2channel, the Japanese site that had inspired it. It survived as a basement of the internet--dingy, subterranean, and in a state of arrested development--which is why it wasn't exactly surprising when, on April 14th, 4chan suddenly disappeared. A spinoff forum called Soyjak.party (even harsher and more political than its predecessor) took credit for hacking the site and shutting it down. After a week and a half, 4chan limped back online over the weekend, but an air of embarrassment hung over its return. The hackers had leaked 4chan's source code, along with the accounts of its anonymous volunteer moderators. "It's pretty archaic internet infrastructure," Jared Holt, a researcher at the Institute for Strategic Dialogue focussing on domestic extremist movements on the web, told me. Rather than an act of total destruction, the hack appeared to be a troll, a dig at 4chan's secondary status two decades into the forum's existence. Once a digital home to political incorrectness, and a staging ground for incel culture, white-power groups, mass-shooting manifestos, and more, 4chan is now one among many platforms just as conducive to hate speech. President Donald Trump's own Truth Social is another, as is Parler, the right-wing video site offering "True Freedom." There's Patriots Win, a kind of Trump-focussed Reddit clone; Kiwi Farm, a hub known for coordinated online harassment; and X, which under the ownership of Elon Musk has loosened content-moderation policies and allowed the kind of conspiracy theories and graphic imagery that once thrived on 4chan. As Holt put it, "4chan had essentially been outflanked to the right." What's undeniable is that 4chan helped form the content ecosystem as we know it. The kind of real-time one-upmanship that happens on X, TikTok, and video podcasts; the culture of "owns," clapbacks, and online putdowns--all of it crystallized on 4chan. The site demonstrated, before many people realized it, that the internet existed fundamentally in a Hobbesian state of nature, hosting a war of all against all. Cole Stryker, an editorial consultant in Los Angeles and the author of "Epic Win for Anonymous: How 4chan's Army Conquered the Web," from 2011, summed up the forum's influential attitude as "nonstop playful misanthropy." 4chan played a role in the acceleration of digital culture, the onslaught of discourse in the form of a million multimedia particles. On 4chan, "it was just as easy to share an image as it was to share words," Stryker told me, adding, "Now everyone kind of has that capability to speak in that language." Today, a fluency in memes extends to the highest levels of authority. "Even our President and our Vice-President are posters," Stryker said. The official White House account on X, in particular, has taken on a trolling aspect; one A.I.-generated image it posted in March, of the arrest of an alleged drug dealer in the anime style of Studio Ghibli, resembled nothing more than a 4chan post in its nihilistic combination of implicit violence and absurdist humor. 4chan thrived when such edgelord content wasn't acceptable on more mainstream social-media channels; now it can be found most anywhere. When 4chan came back online, a post on a company blog explained that the site had been suffering from a lack of resources that had prevented the team from upgrading its servers. The damage from the hack "was catastrophic," the post said, but during the downtime the team had finally moved onto new, secured infrastructure. Though the functionality that allows users to upload new posts and images has remained down, and some features have not yet been restored, the blog post proclaimed, "4chan is back. No other website can replace it, or this community." Even if 4chan could reclaim its position as a nucleus of online radicalization, the reality is that more and more extremism is happening in private digital niches. School shootings have been planned and broadcast on the decentralized chat platform Discord. The brain poisoning of the internet is now perpetuated through closed groups on Telegram or Signal, which offer some encryption and automated erasure of messages. In Semafor, the journalist Ben Smith recently broke the news of a collection of influential group chats involving Silicon Valley investors, media executives, politicians, and writers, including the MAGA-friendly venture capitalist Marc Andreessen, the right-wing entrepreneur-turned-politician Vivek Ramaswamy, and the anti-woke author Thomas Chatterton Williams. The chats had jokey names such as "Last Men, apparently" and hosted sniping conversations about workplace identity politics and the rise of China which provided test runs for those figures' publicly stated opinions. "Every group chat ends up being about memes and humor, and the goal of the group chat is to get as close to the line of being actually objectionable without tripping it," Andreessen told the podcaster Lex Fridman in February. 4chan could just as easily disappear again, but its sensibility endures in a grungy corner of our brains, a shitposting thread that can never be erased. New Yorker Favorites * A long-ago crime, suddenly remembered. * A limousine driver watches her passengers transform. * The day Muhammad Ali punched me. * What is it like to be keenly intelligent but deeply alienated from simple emotions? Temple Grandin knows. * The harsh realm of "gentle parenting." * Retirement the Margaritaville way. * Fiction by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "Thank You for the Light." 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