How I Came to Love Big Brother

Last month we passed the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy. I remember thinking when we passed the 25th anniversary of that event that we were further from the event than we were from World War II at the time the assassination occurred. In fact, three years after the assassination of President Kennedy, I sat in middle school studying the 25th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor and the entry of the United States into World War II.

Shortly after World War II ended, Eric Arthur Blair published a novel which he titled by transposing the last two digits of the year in which it was written using the pen name George Orwell. The novel was 1984.

It was a dark and depressing story of a world where government spied upon every action of its citizens, lied to them regularly, changed history and remained in a state of perpetual war. I remember thinking when I first read the story upon entering high school that life in Orwell’s world must be similar to what we thought of then as “behind the Iron Curtain” with restrictions on everyday life and the constant threat of being stopped and asked for our papers.

That sounds like our world.

That is what I will discuss here.

You may join in the discussion if you so desire.