Friday,
August 24, 2007
I like to picture it, if I have to picture it at all, as some sort of giant,
low-lit converted warehouse, loosely staffed with a haphazard gaggle of
scraggy, perpetually hung-over former frat guys and ex-cops and disgruntled
former bank tellers all staring numbly at banks of 10-year-old black-and-white
Dell monitors set about in a scattershot array of worn gray cubicles, all
smelling of stale coffee and overloaded electrical outlets and tiny lost
dreams.
They are wary, these government
workers, these data miners. They are jaded, burned out, sighing heavily. After
all, they know it's all some big in-joke, this supposedly ominous government
surveillance thing, all the cameras and the wiretapping and the Internet
scouring. I mean, isn't it?
And the joke only got worse when they
were all hired en masse by a nebulous substrata of the sprawling and highly
ineffective Department of Homeland Security to somehow sift through 10,000
hours of random urban surveillance-camera footage every week and 2 million Web
site histories and countless witless phone conversations all of people chatting
annoyingly about, you know, work, and relationships, and how tired they are,
and how drunk they got last night, and nothing much at all, right alongside
endless digital video of citizens walking around picking their noses and
scratching their butts and looking confused and happy and miserable and lost
and found and occasionally smoking a joint or buying porn or stealing a pack of
gum or parallel parking very, very poorly. Fun!
Is this accurate? A likely scenario?
Well, maybe. One thing we can be relatively sure of: It doesn't look anything
like the edgy high-tech surveillance rooms in, say, "24," or
"Las Vegas," or even "Minority Report," all packed with
savvy, sexy, hyper-intelligent hipster dudes and sleek geeky babes all scouring
gorgeous hi-def TVs and using top-secret NASA technology to zoom in on
individual faces and retinas and fingerprints and hair follicles of just about
anyone at all, on the fly, in a matter of seconds, always catching their
swarthy criminal by episode's end. Would that we were so savvy. And cool. And
effective. And interesting. And smart.
Perhaps this is but one of the funny
and ironic things about the alarmism over America's increasing surveillance
culture, which spills over into Bushco's disgusting and unconstitutional
domestic wiretapping law, which points up the larger and more draconian issues surrounding
the increasing lack of privacy in our daily lives overall.
It all seems very ugly and sinister
and Big Brother-ish, as ominous and frightening and wrong as Dick Cheney
strolling through a Vermont kindergarten, right up until you stop and think:
Wait, human beings are running all this? The government? Our government, the
one that can't even walk and chew gum and run an insanely botched war at the
same time? And we think they can somehow keep track of the behavior of 400
million Americans and much of the Middle East using a bunch of cameras and some
filtering software? Can it really be all that dangerous? You have to wonder.
And then there's this: Apparently, no
one's watching. Despite all the fancy urban cameras and all the idealistic talk
about thwarting gun crimes and drug dealers and pedophiles and gay people
kissing publicly in downtown Salt Lake City, the bottom line is, cameras
largely don't work as a deterrent (just ask the whopping 4 million cameras
installed all over England), cops are far too overworked and backlogged to
check most of the footage anyway (witness the story about San Francisco's own
housing projects: lots of spiffy cameras, no viewers, only one arrest in two
years), and, despite the American Civil Liberties Union's entirely appropriate ultra-cautionary stance, most people just see these cameras
and, well, shrug.
And then smile. And then fix their hair. And hope the camera catches their good side
and doesn't make their ass look huge or their double chin too obvious.
Surveillance society? Pshaw. It's a celebrity society, baby. Everyone
wants to be on television, no matter what kind of television it is.
It's truly a fascinating and
convoluted issue, this surveillance thing, largely because it is, both morally
and culturally, nearly impossible to nail down. Are cameras and wiretapping and
secret GPS systems and Google Maps and so forth a huge invasion of privacy?
Well, yes. Do citizens, by a surprising margin, still say they want more
cameras anyway? Yes again. Is this creepy and odd and telling? Absolutely. Is
it also somewhat understandable, given the public's frustration with crime and
our government's general ineptitude, all undercut by a sad, ironic willingness
to spend millions of tax dollars installing technology to watch for crime, as
opposed to actually trying to solve the issues that cause those crimes in the
first place? Bingo.
And to top it all off, is the MySpace
generation -- the most shameless, fearless, blog-ready, on-camera,
broadcast-everything generation in history -- already preemptively rolling its
collective eyes at the whole issue, saying what's the big deal? You bet it is.
No matter. For now, surveillance is
hot all over the world. Pop culture, for one, seems to be
reveling in the idea, from the mad popularity of the aforementioned Google Maps
to GPS-enabled cellphones to Hollywood itself, which is latching onto the hysteria by
way of all sorts of creepy flicks, like the upcoming "Rendition",
all about a swell, upstanding family man who's mistaken for a terrorist at the
airport and is secretly whisked off to one of BushCo's beloved European torture
prisons while a frantic Reese Witherspoon goes totally crazy looking for him.
(Note: Dick Cheney reportedly declined a cameo as the guy who gets to stick the
electrodes on prisoners' genitalia.)
Hey, it could happen. Innocent people
disappearing! Black SUVs at the door! Rebellion and independent thought snuffed
out like a candle! Not at all difficult to believe, really, what with the
fascist, famously dissent-crushing approach of the Bush regime of these many
miserable years. Hell, add some face-recognition technology to the surveillance
footage of that anti-Bush political rally, and watch the GOP dogs go on the
attack. What, you don't think it can happen? Is happening? Has already
happened?
Hmm ... So maybe I'm completely
wrong. Maybe it's far more ugly and sinister than I imagine, and there's far
more effective and hostile government/police surveillance happening all over
our society, right now. And from the looks of it, there's a great deal more to
come. RFID chip implants. Spy satellites. Tracking devices on school uniforms. Computer-encrypted ID
cards -- like those being issued in China, right now -- packed with far
more personal info than you imagine. Cameras popping up in schools, small
towns, children's playgrounds, your shower. Yes indeed, it would seem that
surveillance society is upon us, full force, cameras soon enveloping us all
like a swarm of cold, ruthless bees.
It all comes down, I suppose, to how
you choose to see it: It's either incredibly disturbing and shockingly
dangerous and illuminates a rather ugly side of the failed human experiment, or
it's all just a bit silly, hugely flawed, laughably inept.
Then again, much like the Bush regime
itself, it's probably both.
Updated 09/07