The Hackers manifesto, written all the way back in 1986 by a chap called Loyd Blankenship (the mentor in "Legion of doom","Racketeers" and other hack groups) shortly after his arrest by the FBI for “being in a computer I should not have been”.
A lot of you in the wider world may have already read this but I feel it is an incredibly resounding piece of writing and encompasses the feelings of many white hat hackers and why the educational system and society as a whole needs to change and embrace people who challenge and test the systems and infrastructures.
The short essay still holds true today if not more so and brings back sad echos to me as to how I felt failed and misunderstood by the educational system growing up.
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The Conscience of a Hacker... by The Mentor ... 1/8/86 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 a 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... Come on... Ain't Got All Day!! Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to the 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 threatend 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 junk through an addict's veins, an electronic impulse 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 herre... 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... Come on... Ain't Got All Day!! 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 prechewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadist, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach us found us willing 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 knoledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religous 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. Come on... Ain't Got All Day!! 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. +++The Mentor+++ Racketeers
Interesting read, can’t believe that was written over 3 decades agoAnonymous
When that was written a minicomputer with eight megabytes of RAM cost about the same as a nice house. A greenscreen text-only terminal cost about the same as a decent car. People had home computers that could load space invaders from a cassette tape. Only a few people could get access to the big computers at Universities and big companies. Normal people did not have access to mainframe operating systems such as various unix clones, DEC VMS and long forgotten things like ICL and weird timesharing systems. Normal people mostly did not have access to a compiler.uy12e4ui25p0iol503kx
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