To plagiarize, we are told, is to a commit a crime. It is, perhaps, to be some kind of Ted Bundy or the Unabomber, carefully planning a hit, ready to work out a life of fame at the expense of their unsuspecting victims.
Source: Condé Nast |
“At root, DRM [Digital Rights Management] are technologies that treat the owner of a computer of other device as an attacker, someone against whom the system must be armored. Like the electrical meter on the side of your house, a DRM is a technology that you possess, but you are never supposed to be able to manipulate or modify.”
A lot can be
said about the new forms of control put in place to supposedly protect us, the
users, from being prosecuted. (Lucky us! To be so efficiently shielded against
ourselves!) I don’t want to go into the details of how a DRM functions, how it
purports to make bits of information uncopyable, how it acts as the antibody of
a system that’s weak in the face of the scandalous multitude, us.
What I want
to retain from the above is this: like in any criminal law, the purpose of copyright
laws is to make the essential assumption that every user (every citizen) is a
potential criminal. Like all laws, the laws of copyright run on suspicion. Yes,
you need to be always on guard, always prepared to spot the intruder, always
ready to cry: Catch the thief! Catch the thief!
Psychopathic executives, paranoid legislators
It is
precisely this suspicion that the enforcers strive to quieten. It makes sense,
doesn’t it, to board up the windows when you know that someone is coming for
you. It makes sense to disrupt the crime that’s about to be committed. But we might
have a problem with this takenforgrantedness. We might have a problem with it,
because reacting against something that’s about to be committed means reacting
against something that hasn’t been done: something that, in essence, doesn’t exist
as such; a virtuality, a fiction.
In this, I see
obvious signs of paranoia: the projection of a constant, largely imagined, fear,
founded on an imagined threat, on the basis of a never-attainable solution.
In a radio
program I was listening to the other day, the hosts were citing a fairly recent
research project claiming that more and more individuals showing psychopathic traits
are being welcomed as managers or CEOs of corporate structures. The conclusion
was easy to imagine. Of course, they said, of course. What would you expect
when the entire environment designed to uphold accomplishment is based on the
easy principle of success without scruples?
The same
goes, I think, with the paranoid mentality of legislators: since the only way
to pass laws is by manufacturing the promise of success against virtual crimes,
of course all we are going to end up with is an environment of suspicion. Everybody’s
going to look over their shoulders: have I been trespassed against? Has my
property been under threat?
Psychopathic
executives, paranoid legislators: are we all well up in the attic? Can we function
properly? Can we be said to embrace normality at all?
In this
normality, the user is a villain. Yes, the user, who materializes the product’s
function. The citizen, through whom the legal system is brought to light. It is
the user that brings about the threat, the possibility of a crime to be
committed.
Prosecute your readers!
To keep
within my area of interest, I’d have to say that the reader of a book is, virtually
and therefore undoubtedly, a likely criminal. Reading the work of another is,
in essence, a form of home invasion. No matter how we twist the facts and force
the meanings, the reader performs their actions without the author knowing who
they are; without the author even knowing that they are defacing the text
(mocking the original, bringing about a meaning possibly never intended). Since
this is how things work, every author would be entitled to file a complaint
against every single one of their readers for plagiarism and slander. For
plagiarism because, at the end of the day, the reader is using precisely the words created by the writer,
without changing a bit. For slander because the reader makes a false allegation
against the writer: the allegation of incorrectness.
In theory,
every writer should be entitled to call for prosecution. But then there’s this
little reality of their complete dependence on the criminal. Because without
the user, without the perpetrator, who would be there to acknowledge the work?
This paranoid
return upon a threat that’s never fully materialized (no single prosecution
will ever take away the suspicion) makes, therefore, sense only in the abstract.
It is a speculation we’re talking about here: an apparatus of repression
speculating in order to justify the presence of its laws. Write as you like, do
as you please; at the end of the day you, the author, are the one losing:
either at the hand of the reader (who will never be stopped from reading, i.e. trespassing),
or at the hand of the legislator (who will take away your individuality to
place it under an abstract complexity called copyright). It’s “the electric reader
at the side of your house” that matters: a text that we own but cannot alter. Hence
the important idea that even self-plagiarism is a crime.
Source: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute |
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