A few days ago, I wound up opening up old memories. Viewing old things I bookmarked such a long time ago. I found many things that I meant to come back to and read more thoroughly, but never did. These days time is of the essence in most peoples mind. People find it hard to stop and smell the roses as the saying goes. I find it the same way with me as well. I have to slow down and smell the roses. When I looked over my bookmarks from so long ago, I ran into an old article. A very old article that has graced the pages of thousands of websites and still holds true today. The culture has changed a bit and the life style of a hacker is a bit different, but why not bring something out of the closet that has created such a huge movement. Most developers or hackers under the age of 22 have never seen this article and hopefully it is still out in the mainstream. I sometimes thought it should be required reading in computer classes around the world.
The Hackers Manifesto. I want to ask my readers who actually read this way back in the day to throw a comment down or even if your seeing this for the first time if you enjoyed this article and it just excited you. You see, for Gen X this article has been seen by millions and confirmed by millions. For Gen Y, this article has been seen so few times that it is sometimes irritating. The article subscribed to me why I first got into programming, why I first got into jumping on a computer and hacking. I once considered my self a hacker. I was expelled from HighSchool for hacking and was restricted to ever touching a computer again in my HighSchool. I had my hay days and the younger generation will have theirs.
The manifesto greatly sums up the conscience of a hacker. They are smarter than most and have an ability to excel in their work. They don't do manual labor, they do intellectual labor. They use their mind instead of their body. They are the ones who are curious. They are the ones who strive to push forward. To push above and beyond their current status. They are the hackers of today and yesterday. The term hacker has literally changed from days of the passed. Today a hacker means both the hackers of the passed and a new generation of 9-5ers or college kids striving to make their mark on this world. They want to launch an application in 5 minutes flat and have it go viral in another 5 minutes. Hackers today are a different culture, but this manifesto still applies. Maybe making a manifesto #2 is needed to describe the new hacking culture...
I do ask that you contribute in the comments to know if you have ever seen this publication before.
Here I present to you a publication that has been read by millions.
Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10
The following was written shortly after my arrest...
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
by +++The Mentor+++
Written on January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will-ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
taken by BvdL
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