A Window To The World Or A Tangled Web?
We Skype, Facebook, email, and Tweet. We can reach out to loved ones on the other side of the world with the double click of a mouse. We can spend time in electronic communication to those who live only blocks away. My questions are, "Why not telephone, instead? Why not meet for coffee, lunch, or dinner, instead?" My resistance is a lost cause; progress has marched on. We can gain rich, instant global information that can save lives and, too, in some cases prove a double edged sword. The nature of anonymity that the "world wide web" provides can spring board into a very different world; at its worst, this is a dark underworld of exploitation and abuse. Where are the complex lines to be drawn?
There have been several recent letters published by The Kaua'i Garden Island News (TGI) to the issues of rights, privacy, and national security. Hawai'i newspaper fresh headlines announce, "ISLE RESIDENT WAS LEAK." This national story relates to a government contract employee detailing top-secret National Security Agency programs, and who leaked intel.
My friend's computers have been corrupted; another's inbox mail scrambled. For me? I have had an "in-box" full of various experiences when it comes to engaging in writing, and being a part of this "www." In one electronic communication to a journalist, it was asked of me that my email be published in this on-line newspaper as a letter to the editor.
I agreed; however, I asked to double check some details to make certain all the information was correct prior to publishing. I am of the opinion that anyone, who generates any information whatsoever to be published, has great responsibility. Codes of conduct are expected of all journalists; this stands to reason. Incorrect information can impact innocent people greatly; incorrect information will cause readers to loose confidence in a writer's words.
My email went to press without corrections. I left a voice mail message and sent a second email communication, "Stop the press! Correct these two errors as follow!" No response. The news was hot; this particular story received 1,587 hits. I felt I was left to begin making phone calls, and sending emails of explanation and apology. In tandem, several people communicated the errors to me. This is understandable. What became of this story? Corrections were never published--which troubles me to this day, and for several different reasons. The damage was done.
Recently, I received phone calls that a journalist with a blog referenced my name, writing--to the effect--that this blogger was deleting my comments because the journalist was "tired of these comments on this site, and why wasn't I getting this?"
In the words of Clint Eastwood, "What?" I don't read this blog; I don't contribute comments.
However, I reside in a lovely home that wraps its "arms" around about 14 people, and "opens its arms" to visitors coming and going. I affectionately call this home "The Waltons." We cook and share meals together, sit outside for hours--and into the late night-- at two shared picnic tables under the stars--sharing stories, laughing, breaking bread, while Christmas lights strung on the umbrellas twinkle, trade winds blow, music and ukulele are played, and computers are lined-up, plugged into an electrical pad and operating. This is a place and time in which fond memories are made.
With a household full of people, who generously share the same computers, were comments left on this blog under "Anonymous?" Had I set-up an account way-back-when on this blog, on a computer which I no longer use, and forgot about this fact, then, someone, or more than one person, came behind these days, and placed comments on this site under "Anonymous?"
Anonymous or not, this blog's Big Brother came a knocking on our happy home's door, in the blog's publisher overreaching--policing some contributions to this public forum. But, in these days, who's to say? I've made my own mistakes. Perhaps in this fresh case of the journalist with a blog, these violations of confidentiality, and leaking of erroneous information, were morally and ethically motivated, or matters of national security! This, though, is hard to determine; it seems the blogger has gone silent, or fallen into the Black Hole of the I.T. world.
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4 comments:
Aloha Kimo,
Thank you for publishing my story; appreciate your consideration. There was a good deal of conversation over breakfast this morning around this story. Complicated issue.
"...best part about being over 40..." This one brought more than one smile and chuckle.
This was printed. It is now on the refrigerator, along with the story, and computer generated flyer that reads:
DON'T YOU GET IT?
MOST WANTED
Have you seen this person, D. Morel?
It's good to have friends and family with you, along the bumpy parts of life that unexpectedly come knocking at your door.
D-Keep em coming, really enjoy your writing style!
Debra is gorgeous. No wonder some of those sick bitches on TGI Talk hate you LTE--aka helenahandbasket is really really sick. Love you Bettejo
Thank you Kimo, for your encouragement!
And, Aloha Bettejo, thank you for your kind words.
The "www" can be a wonderful place, can't it? I am able to Skype with "my Navy Lt.," my love. Fancy that! I can Skype with friends around the world.I feel quite fortunate.
TGI Talk? I am not familiar with it.
I stayed with TGI forum to expose the truth, help keep innocent people safer, and lastly, be a voice for my friend, Aureo Moore, who was murdered on Kaua'i.
When I was retaliated by Kaua'i courts, the players included pimps, prostitutes, and other criminals.
A particular woman continues harassing me, generating false information on such sites; she, likely, is doing so on TGI Talk.
How do I know this female? She prostitutes, and was assigned to my case load when she came out of jail, and into probation.
Some people cannot be reformed. I would not expect any better of such a person.
Abuse of anonymity of electronic communication--perpetrating innocent people. This is the sick side of the "www" that I write about in my story.
I appreciate the benefits the Web has to offer, and am a proponent of national security measures, as the world of communication gets more and more complex.
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