2. CHAPTER ONE: NARRATIVE CHAPTER
Every morning I wake up, I ask the same question every day. “Why me?”. Why can’t I be like the rest of them? Happy
with the horrible world that we live in. My parents are just as brainwashed as the rest of them, lucky bastards. I haven’t been
able to sleep in weeks, because I’m afraid the Thought Police will come and get me. Because I’m different. Because I am
not content with being told what to do. I have lived approximately twelve years, three months and sixteen days. All twelve
years three months and sixteen days, have been hell. The days may be off but I have asked my parents multiple times in
the past what my birthdate was and they gave me a vague estimate that would satisfy any seven year old at the time, but
not me. I started keeping track of nights I had slept, and I have came up with my approximate age. Ever since I can
remember I was never satisfied with the vague answers that Big Brother wanted everyone to give. But can you blame
them? They are living completely controlled lives, yet they are blind to it. I would give anything to be satisfied with anything.
No, I want to leave, I don’t know where to, but I know I want to leave. When I was eight and a half years old I was playing
with a young boy just like myself at his loft, when we heard his mum talking to his dad. The words were hushed, but heard,
“We can’t continue to live like this Harry, I need to get out of this hellhole. I swear if I have to talk to Ms. Parsons about how
wonderful our little kitchens are, I’ll explode.” Her husband seemed to understand everything that she had been saying and
said something that appalled my mate and I, “Down with Big Brother, we need to find people like us! We need to wake
people up from this horrible dream we are living in. We need a revolution!”. My mate and I continued to play that day, but he
had a look in his eye that told me something wasn’t right. I knew something was wrong with him. The next day when we all
went to school my mate wasn’t there. When we asked about him to the instructor, she gave us the vaguest explanation
possible, “Jeremy has done something very good, and The Party has recognized him for it”.
3. CHAPTER ONE: NARRATIVE CHAPTER
On the way home from school that day I had passed by the building I had been in just a day before, and I decided to
see if Jeremy had wanted to play, but when I had gotten to his particular living quarters the door was open, and nothing but
the furniture was in it. The place had been completely wiped of any trace that people had ever lived there. It was that
moment in time, when I realized how dangerous the human language can be, maybe Jeremy had mentioned something
about the revolution his parents had talked about.
I remember the look in his eye, and I am sure of it. I leave the building as quick as I could. Pondering all of the things
that had just happened. It was as if his mum and dad just vanished.
So how do I live? How can I be in a world where there is no independence? I know they are going to find me, I know
my parents will eventually find out my ways of thinking, and that will be the end. I don’t know where they will take me, but
i’m sure as hell willing to find out. If death means leaving this place than kill me now. I have nothing else to say other than:
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER
10. I will be exterminated,
and there is nothing I
can do
11. CHAPTER THREE: INFORMATIONAL
Are our phones tapped? Will the FBI go into your phone the instant you become a
criminal? The book 1984 is based on a Stalinist type form of communism. The population
was not able to have freethought without committing a “thought-crime”. But is the present
day closer to the Big Brother than we think?
The problem starts with privacy. The police force now has scanners that read license
plates and can check to see if your car is registered within the matter of minutes. Are you
ever off the grid? The views on privacy in America have been slowly morphing into a
loose structure of, “what is best for the people”. There had originally been morals, that
every person deserves his or her personal rights, and those boundaries between the federal
government and the people have been recently de-prioritized.
12. CHAPTER THREE: INFORMATIONAL (continued)
On December 2, 2015, a mass shooting in San Bernardino, California, took place. One of the shooters happened to have
an Apple Iphone, and the FBI wanted to break it to see if they were able to uncover more about the case. Seems pretty
innocent right? The problem is, what if they don’t stop there, If Apple had given them consent and let them break the phone,
where will it end. The reason why I agree with Apple is because as an American, I have certain rights. The right to privacy is
one of them that I would like to keep. Being part of such a technology infested society, if the FBI were to have free will to
any person’s phone, then we see a figure of Big Brother.
The N.S.A has been known to check e-mails, texts, and phonecalls when something suspicious arises, not to mention
that you can rarely go into a building without giving identification and being on a recorded surveillance camera. Can you go
anywhere without being noticed? In 2016, privacy has never been so scarce. Anyone with a cell phone could be tracked to the
address that they are at this very moment, video cameras track your every move, even if you are a normal, good samaritan. So
the question is, are we okay with this? Are we fine with a “Big Brother” watching over America, but the terrifying thing is,
what if you aren’t? Is there anything a normal person can do, to change the twisted views of privacy in America’s present
day?
13. CHAPTER THREE: INFORMATIONAL (continued)
When reading 1984 by George Orwell, one will always think, “that will never be us”.
But are we looking over the important things? We are rarely off of a surveillance camera
in public, our phone calls can be traced, and no one blinks an eye. There are few things
one can do, to secure privacy in America, but the first thing we must do is identify the
problem. Is Big Brother Watching You?
14. CHAPTER FOUR: CHOICE
Eyes,
Everywhere I look,
Staring back at me,
It was 1984,
The last time I had any privacy,
E-mails,
Texts,
They say they want to help,
But they commit theft,
I haven’t seen my privacy,
Since 1983.