## Vision come to pass

### Lebanon Daily News Online - Editorials
Monday, June 30, 2003

> Last week marked the 100th anniversary of the birth of Eric Arthur Blair. Had there been any visitors to his quiet grave in Oxfordshire, England, the circular-saw-like noise they would have heard emanting from the ground would likely have been the man's high-speed, post-mortem whirling.

> Blair died in 1950 at age 46. Just two years earlier saw the man's crowning achievement, a nightmare vision of the world of the future. Blair is better known by his pseudonym: George Orwell.

> His nightmare, "1984," has become our reality, 2003.

> We live in a reality-TV world. "Big Brother," the ominous, ever-watching eye of the bogeyman government created in Orwell's landmark novel, has been bastardized into a television show, featuring human mice in a designer cage living their lives and foibling their foibles to the glee and rapture of fans. The American version didn't have quite the success that has been shown by the long-lasting British version. That version is quite a bit more explicit than its American cousin.

> But that's not the only place where Orwell's cautionary tale of an overwatchful, oversolicitous, overbearing bureaucracy has come into being. And it's not just the government gouging jackboot-prints across the broken corpse of our civil liberties. To borrow a famous line from Walt Kelly's Pogo -- We have met the enemy, and he is us.

> A story in a recent edition of the Cincinnati Enquirer extolled the virtues of a new form of online voyeurism. Forget peeking into girls' bedrooms or fraternity houses for a cheap thrill. In Cincinnati, people poke their cameras onto the street, unblinking eyes capturing and preserving whatever ambience (and any activity, good, bad or otherwise) that happens to be going on.

> Such an idea isn't going to work well in a rural environment, unless the person watching happens to have a thing for cows chewing or corn growing. But in a densely packed urban area, oh, the things that can be seen.

> And, apparently, Cincinnati's cameras have captured a variety of nefarious activities: hit-and-run homicides, muggings, kids skipping school. Those film clips have been turned over voluntarily to police and have been used in the prosecution of the crimes.

> What is lost in the hoopla of the limited number of cases where such technospying has proved to be useful is the countless numbers of hours -- and people -- who have been subjected to being filmed merely because they happened to be in a public place. Let's face it: It's no longer possible to think of being private in public. There are eyes. There are ears. There are satellites. And the government, among other things, wants to create a database of how we walk, when viewed from above. Apparently, the cadence of our gait is as much an identifiable trademark as our fingerprints -- and the government wants to know. It needs to know. It has to know for our own good!

> (Spin, spin, spin.)

> We live in a nation where police set up roadblocks and check papers to make sure, ostensibly, that no one is drinking and driving. They make sure our kids are in booster seats. Make sure our papers are in order. Make sure we love and support our government meddling in the perfectly legal affairs of perfectly legal Americans. Go, team.

> We live in a nation where a law that does more to scuttle constitutionally guaranteed rights than anything ever before envisioned, and it goes by the ironic name "Patriot Act," meaning that those who disagree with its premises are something other than patriots.

> (Spin, spin, spin.)

> We live in a nation and at a time when doublespeak has become the patois of choice. When we can see a politician ask, with a straight face and with apparently something like sincerity, ask what "was" might mean. When the first question asked when anything goes wrong is "what did we know, and when did we know it?"

> (Spin, spin, spin.)

> Tuberculosis claimed Orwell at an early age, and in a year far removed from the realities which we now face. But his vision, straight into the maw of a libertarian's version of hell, echoes clear as day and gut-wrenchingly accurate.