"Remember Elvis," my friend Grace says. "People try to ban
what they don't understand."
Grace isn't wired. She's barely old enough to remember
Watergate, and her firsthand memories are only of Fat
Elvis. But she's been on this earth more than long enough
to recognize the reflexive responses of a threatened power
structure.
Elvis, like the net, ran into trouble because people who
didn't understand what his music was about worried that it
might corrupt The Children. His singing and dancing were
considered lewd and not fit for "decent people." Community
leaders held bonfires of rock 'n' roll records, proclaiming
them a "Threat to the Republic." Ed Sullivan put Elvis on
the air, but even Sullivan wasn't brave enough to show
Presley from the waist down.
Of course, Elvis wasn't the first and he wasn't the the
last. Frank Sinatra, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the
Sex Pistols, the Clash, Grandmaster Flash, Run-DMC, Public
Enemy, and more all spent an inordinate amount of time,
energy, and money defending themselves as they helped
redefine the map of popular culture. And that doesn't even
begin to list the legions of artists, writers,
philosophers, and teachers who were pilloried and worse for
putting old thoughts together in new-and possibly
threatening-ways.
I've been doing a lot of interviews lately with mainstream
media. Some reporters have a clue about the net. Others
don't. The former group tends to focus on the empowerment
aspects of the net. The latter wants to know only about
cyberporn, pedophiles, encryption, pirated software, Nazis,
and chain letters. One tabloid show has called a couple of
times; the first time, it wanted my help finding nude
pictures of Brad Pitt on the Web. I didn't return the
second call.
A recurring theme in many of the questions I'm called upon
to answer has to do with whether the net should be
regulated, since so much nasty stuff supposedly goes on
there. The more assiduous reporters who are new to the net
actually log on to see what's happening. The first stop for
many of them are chat rooms, which only confirm their worst
suspicions. It's not unlike having your first view of New
York be the Port Authority Bus Terminal, which is at the
famously gamy corner of 42nd Street and Eighth Avenue. And
far more kids have disappeared into bad lives near the Port
Authority than have ever been lured away from home by
strangers on AOL.
But if the first thing you see in New York is the bus
terminal and you run away thinking you've seen it all,
you'll miss the wonderful public library that's only four
blocks away. You won't see any Broadway shows, which are
even closer. You'll understand New York only as a town of
tourist traps, peep shows, and hookers. You won't see the
city's glory. Regulate the net? You might as well try to
regulate New York. Many have tried. No one has succeeded.
The analogy isn't entirely gratuitous. There is no behavior
that happens online that doesn't happen in the real world.
It's true that people send indecent e-mail and electronic
chain letters, and they post hateful screeds on Usenet.
Even though no one has ever sent me an obscene image
through the U.S. mail, I've gotten lots of chain letters
that way and have come home to find a racist message on my
telephone answering machine. I tossed the mail and zapped
the message, possibly muttering a favorite Anglo-Saxonism.
But there's no way I would want the FBI to poke through my
mail to protect me against investment scams, and I would
have a fit if I learned that the NSA or some other
three-letter agency were diverting phone calls they thought
might upset me.
I am, after all, an adult. I know where the delete key is,
I have an active recycling bin at home, and I'm not afraid
to use either. I don't need anyone protecting me from
information, and I'd bet that you don't, either. But what
about your kids? Shouldn't The Children be protected?
Of course they should. It's unarguable that many things in
this world are not fit for children. Most kids probably
shouldn't be watching NYPD Blue, or replays of the O.J.
Simpson trial, or the latest Terminator movie. But many do,
for whatever reason. Most kids shouldn't be calling
dial-a-porn telephone services, either. Some do. There are
parts of the net that really are inappropriate for children
as well, yet there they are.
It's worth repeating: There is no behavior that happens
online that doesn't happen in the real world. If you don't
want your kids talking to strangers on the street, teach
them not to talk to strangers online. If you don't want
your kids looking at nudie magazines, lock them out of the
particular online forums where they might find that same
kind of material. You presumably wouldn't hire a human
babysitter you didn't check out at least a little; if
you're counting on an online service to do the same sort of
job, you really ought to find out what your kid's getting
into.
Many adults who are online for longer than their free
introductory trials understand this. They've seen the
parental controls available to them, and they know what's
really out there. It's the people who haven't had the
online experience who worry me more.
A lot of bad legislation is floating around Congress,
supported by people-some of whom are well-meaning-who can't
possibly have thought through the implications of what
they've proposed. One reporter for a business-oriented
cable channel recently asked me what was wrong with a
governmental agency scanning the net for indecency and
false ad- vertising. Could you imagine this reporter's
reaction if he learned that the Commerce Department or SEC
was approving everything he read in The Wall Street
Journal? People who would take up guns and lawyers at the
prospect of having the government filter their mail and
newspapers seem oblivious about the same thing happening to
their electronic communications.
Of course, obscenity and fraud shouldn't be allowed online,
just as it shouldn't be allowed anywhere else. By the same
token, people shouldn't be allowed to libel other people
online, and they shouldn't be allowed to break into other
people's computers. But all those things are already
against the law. By ratcheting up the hysteria about the
net, by treating the electronic world as if it were
something hidden and mysterious and dangerous, legislators
who have better things to do can always grab a quick
headline. After all, it's to protect The Children.
The same premise applies to libraries; there's a good
reason that there are children's sections of libraries, but
once a kid graduates into the adult library, I don't want
some local council saying that Huck Finn, Anne Frank, or
Holden Caulfield should be kept off the shelves. Given the
choice between subjecting kids to the net or subjecting
them to thoughtless politicians, I'll take my chances with
the net.
Yet people continue to worry, both about the corrosive
effects of popular culture and the corrupting effects of
the net. Too many people believe the net is like what they
see in the movies or in television sound bites. If all that
people know about the net is that it's where Nazis and
pedophiles hang out, how can the net ever become truly
mainstream?
Because people can be fooled for only so long. And let's
face it: The same headlines that warned people about the
evils of rock 'n' roll helped make Elvis, his imitators,
and his heirs rich. It helped that Elvis was immensely
talented, of course, just as it helps that the net is
immensely diverting, great fun, and endlessly useful.
Every so often I'll pop on a CD of some of the music that
was once bannable. Funny thing is, with the distance of
time, most of it sounds downright tame. Were people really
upset about "All Shook Up?" Did the Sex Pistols' "God Save
the Queen" and the Clash's "London Calling" truly pose a
threat to Britain? Culture evolves. Some bad culture
becomes part of the mainstream. Most of it evaporates of
its own accord.
But my friend Grace is right. People do try to ban what
they don't understand. If they do it out of fear and
ignorance, we're lucky, because fear and ignorance we can
cure. Malice is harder to fix. It's up to all of us who
already get it to carry the message-to explain simply and
clearly why we're on the net, and that it's more like a
fabulous library than a strip club.