Imagine a quiet Sunday afternoon. You are a greying man in your mid-thirties, and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself. You’ve made chocolate chip pancakes for the first time in your life. Yes, you’ve attempted to make chocolate chip pancakes before, but to no avail. As you give each of your young children a plate full of your pancakes, your wife gives you a small smile. She’s so happy that you’re home with the kids for once, since as American businessman you rarely make time for your family. Though usually Sundays are spent working in your office, you finally decided to do what your wife has been begging you to do for years now: take a Sunday off for once and do something for the kids. You realize now that this is the happiest you’ve been in a long time. Through the eyes of your wife and children, you’re there for them, and that’s all they’ve ever really wanted from you. You realize that the for the first time in your life you don’t have to feel like you’re not enough; you’re finally the father your kids can look up to, and the husband you told your wife you would be on your wedding day.
Then, a government official, with no warrant or any kind1, busts down the door to your suburban house. Your wife shrieks, and your young son drops his fork on the floor in dismay. You jump up from your seat at the dining room table, ready to fight for your family. However, you see his badge, and realize that he’s from the government, and his presence shouldn’t be alarming to you. Although neither you nor your wife have ever committed a crime, the official has every right to be there: a few years ago the government decided to start invading people’s homes, without their consent. The government argued that this way, major crimes committed in private would be stopped, and that a small invasion of innocent citizens’ privacy was a small price to pay for lives saved2.
You sit back down, and watch as the official tracks mud through your living room. He sits down at your dining room table, saying nothing. He rests his gun on the table, and sits besides your wife, watching her a little too closely for your liking. Your wife is frozen in fear as he watches her, and although you’re uncomfortable as well, there’s nothing you can do about it. This is a normal part of life, and if the government wants to see what you’re doing on a Sunday afternoon, they can, no questions asked. Where your children were previously happy and talkative, they’ve silenced themselves entirely, obviously frightened of the strange man. Your wife looks visibly unnerved, but does nothing to stop the man from being there, realizing that there’s nothing she can do.
The government official get up from the table and walks around your house, going from room to room in your house and rummaging through your family’s belongings. Your wife quiets your son as he tries to ask her a question, and your family listens as the man rummages through dressers and drawers. The good mood you had is gone and replaced with feelings of discomfort, even though you’ve told your children and wife time and time again that the government is simply trying to keep the peace. Although you’ve told them that these random disturbances into your daily life are helpful, and that it stops people who are doing wrong from doing that wrong, you can’t help but feel a bit insulted. “Why did he choose my house?” you wonder. After all, you’ve worked hard and been a good man your entire life. “Why would they care about me?” You stop yourself, realizing that if you let yourself feel this now, then all the times you told your wife and children that if they have nothing to hide, then they have nothing to fear would be for nothing. The government official comes back to the dining room and sits down, again saying nothing. You try to talk to the official, make the situation less awkward.
“Great weather we’re having, don’t you think, Mr….?” The government official says nothing, but his eyebrows raise in suspicion. He watches you closely now, moving his attention from your wife to you. “Why is he allowed to do this, when I’m not allowed to know anything about the government?” you wonder to yourself. You try to keep your composure as you go back to your pancakes. Your youngest daughter starts crying, and you suddenly regret arguing with your wife that the government invading privacy like this was a good idea. “If you’ve got nothing to hide, then you’ve got nothing to fear,” you told her. You wonder if you should have listened to her arguments instead of letting the opinion of your socially-conscious co-workers determine your political opinions. Your wife is comforting your youngest daughter, and you suddenly regret every time you left her home alone with the children while you worked hours into the night, telling your wife time and time again that you were working for her and your children, but you were really working so much to avoid going home.
Finally, the government official seems satisfied. He gets up from the chair, picks up his gun, and walks out without saying a word. Your family listens as his car drives away. Your daughter is still crying, and your son runs off to his room, obviously spooked. As your wife comforts your daughter, she glares at you, and the guilt makes you stare down at your uneaten pancakes in shame. As you look down at your uneaten food, you can sense her still glaring at you, and your shame turns into anger. You get up from the table and go to your office, resigning yourself to work the rest of the day. “I’m not gonna let her argue with me, AGAIN,” you think to yourself as you leave your wife alone to comfort your daughter. You slam the door to the office, wondering why your wife can never be on your side.
As you stare blankly at the computer screen, you wonder to yourself if the housing companies that had refused to allow the government to force them to build unsecure homes were onto something3. Although you had vehemently opposed these companies at the time and cheered in rejoice when the government found ways to bypass housing company’s security measures to break into homes at any time4, you wonder to yourself if what your wife has been saying all these years was right: by invading people’s homes and personal privacy for the sake of security, the freedoms that the government is there to protect are threatened. Recent statistics about the increased number of criminal break ins since the laws legalizing government home invasions give you pause4.
You snap out of it, though, realizing that you can’t allow these thoughts to take over and you can’t let your wife win the ongoing political argument because of the incident this morning. The government is just trying to protect us, you tell yourself. Sure, they invade the privacy of a lot of innocent people, but you’re sure by doing so they catch more criminals than they would otherwise. Besides, we’ve never had absolute privacy5, there’s barely a difference now. It’s not as if criminals work around these laws, and continue committing crimes, right? Something doesn’t sit right with you, but you ignore it. You have a lot of work to do, and it’s not going to do itself. You can hear your daughter crying somewhere in the background still, but you ignore it. “Christina can handle it,” you tell yourself as you go back to your work.
Sources:
- https://theintercept.com/2016/06/21/tech-companies-fight-back-after-years-of-being-deluged-with-secret-fbi-requests/
- https://www.fbi.gov/news/testimony/going-dark-encryption-technology-and-the-balances-between-public-safety-and-privacy
- http://www.apple.com/customer-letter
- https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2016/03/29/your-iphone-just-got-a-lot-less-secure-and-the-fbi-is-to-blame/?utm_term=.c3a517fdbb20
- https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2016/03/obama-weighs-in-on-apple-v-fbi-you-cant-take-an-absolutist-view/