The Hacker Manifesto
Written 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 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 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.