My Personal Privacy Quest

Wanda Waterman

First came Julian Assange. An interesting story, but . . . meh. At first he came across as a heroic knight errant galloping to the aid of the transparency essential to healthy democracies, but according to those who worked with him he was just as coveruppish as the next megalomaniac. Worse, his exposés may have rendered the world less safe.

Then came the Edward Snowden case, during which we learned (and are still learning) the lengths to which the American government is willing to go to spy on its citizens — and how advanced is the technological know-how behind the effort. Snowden had felt obliged to go hide out in Russia, of all places, for his own safety; so far had the US been willing to go to rein him in and silence his embarassing revelations.

And then there was the whole Cambridge Analytics fiasco, in which a formerly reputable  company put a “psychological” questionnaire on Facebook and thus illegally gathered personal information from over 50 million users, with the alleged intent to sell this information to political campaigns to help them develop more effective propaganda.

The plot appeared to have had a connection with — guess who? — the Russians, who seemed ready to jump through hoops to get Donald Trump elected. It seems that however smart you may be, there’s always someone around the corner ready to sneak in and best you at your own game.

What, Me Worry?

All of this left me with the sense that I should be worrying much more than I actually was. Every new incident made me stop and reflect, but not long enough to take any action. We’re in a war to protect our personal information, but how much of our resources should we spend on such a battle? Do I care who knows my eye colour? My occupation? My debt history?

After all, as a writer I had a bigger problem: how to get people to read my work. I sometimes felt like I’d almost have to pay people to read my writing just to get some feedback. (When one of my comic strips got an angry response I was delighted. Yes! Somebody’s reading my comic!)

People don’t read much  these days. Not even I, once a voracious devourer of novels, poetry, and polemics, can spare the time to cuddle up with a good book. I’ve been resorting to listening to new books on audio while washing doin’ the dustin’ an’ cleanin’.

So the thought of someone hacking into my online accounts and searching my writings for signs of subversion or radicalism thrilled me to the bone. (Yes! Someone’s reading my blog! And trying to find the meaning in it!)

Things that might go wrong

Then again . . . someone scrutinising my data might misunderstand something I wrote. I remember as early as the late nineties taking part in online chat groups that would be shut down for a couple of days if anyone mentioned the words “bush,” “bomb,” and “kill” in the same discussion, even if in totally unrelated contexts. What if the search engines are picking up word combinations from my emails and and ascribing dark intentions?

One of the people I’ve carelessly added on Facebook because they’re a friend of a friend might one day be implicated in a criminal plot. The first thing the authorities are going to do is look up that person’s Facebook friends, and there I’ll be, with all my anti-Trump jokes and Middle Eastern pals.

My careless anti-Trump jokes might be used as tinder in a mounting blaze against people who like to golf and who passionately support the free market. Their demise would be, in part, on my hands. Egad.

All this may be just paranoia, but recent history suggests that anything is possible.

Things already going on

And then there are the things that stick in my craw right now . . .

When I go to my email account and there’s an advertisement for the same hiking boots I was just eyeing in another tab I feel naked. I feel like I’m not alone anymore, and worse, that the people who’ve entered my inner sanctum are only there for one reason: They don’t want to talk about making the world a better place or how to love people better or to share a great recipe for peanut sauce. They don’t want to be my friend. They just want my money.

And you know what doesn’t make me feel naked? Actually being naked. Knowing that local teenagers couldn’t give a hoot whether or not I don my bathrobe after I leave the shower. They all have smartphones on which they can scrutinise every aspect of the female anatomy in lurid colour. Oddly enough, the internet age has rendered real nudity redundant.

But then again we don’t have to be naked to feel like our privacy is being invaded. I have one email account that’s been hacked twice. The first time the hackers sent grammatically challenged letters to every one of my contacts saying I was stranded in a hotel in Spain, that the authorities had taken my passport, and that I needed thousands of dollars to get home.

The second time my data was compromised I was alerted. It was nice of them to tell me, but knowing that by this time they were legally obligated to do so kept me from feeling warm and fuzzy. My efforts to get contacts to trash that address and use my new one have so far proved fruitless. People don’t like throwing away your old email address once they’ve gotten used to it.

Nonetheless, the battle must continue. Recently when a client asked me to write a piece on the EU’s General Data Protection Regulation, I made up a list. Here’s what I’ve managed to get done so far:

  1. I’ve switched my default browser from Google Chrome to Firefox.
  2. I’ve switched my default search engine to Startpage.
  3. I’ve added Disconnect.me to Firefox to block ads.
  4. I’ve set up an email account with protonmail.
  5. I’ve looked into secure data storage, but still haven’t yet found a free service that’s secure. (I will, though—mark my words.)

In the end

I haven’t had a chance to feel smug or self-satisfied about this for more than a minute or two, and only because I lack the expertise to know if any of this actually protects my privacy. Years ago they told us that more and more of the power in the world would be concentrated in the hands of those who controlled information technology. This is only partly true: The real power is concentrated in the hands of those who control those who control information technology.

Is this the moment to say, “Be very afraid”? Not at all.  Fear would tickle the tyrants pink and excite their dictator glands to ever more new and daring exploits. The challenge now is to learn how not to be afraid, or at least how to stand our ground, arming ourselves with the consciousness of our true selves — those parts of us that defy definition and so are beyond exploitation. That’s what we really need to keep safe, as it’s the only thing that can survive our current woes.

Let’s gear up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One thought on “My Personal Privacy Quest

  1. Hi Wanda. Your privacy journey will speak to many.

    Small changes can make a big difference. Switching to a private search engine like Startpage.com is one of those. It’s easy to do, but makes a big difference. What people search for tells so much about them — political preferences, medical conditions, financial status etc.

    Since you’ve switched to Startpage.com, you’ve probably noticed the redesign preview at new.startpage.com. Yes, it looks great and it’s faster, but there’s more under the hood. (The official launch will happen later in November, after user feedback is considered and any bugs are ironed out.)

    Please check out the new “Anonymous View” option. After you search in privacy, you can immediately visit results websites privately, too. Since Startpage.com fetches pages for you, 3rd-party websites and marketers don’t interact with you directly or “see” you. They see Startpage.com. This helps stop those annoying ads that follow you around the internet. It also helps protect your computer against spyware, malware and fingerprinting. (You can even “surf” in privacy with “Anonymous View” because you can click links within the pages.)

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