Plato once asked the question, if people were
granted invisibility would they behave more or less morally? In other words,
does anonymity make us better or worse, more honest or less honest, better
people or worse people? The fact that Plato even asked this question brings
into doubt his reputation for intelligence. History is littered with
overwhelming evidence that when human beings are granted anonymity, they become
capable of practically anything. Without the judging eyes of our peers we become
mean, hateful, brutish thugs for the most part. Need proof? Visit the message
boards of your favorite social media site when the subject of race pops up.
My Mother never went to college. She never sat
around eating pizza and ruminating on philosophy all night in a dorm. But that’s
not to say that she didn’t have a
philosophy, or at least philosophical insights. One of them was, “You’re only as
good of a person as you are when nobody’s looking.” Mom used to hate it when
people would only do their “good works” to the sound of trumpets. She would get
all “up in the pictures” talking about the vanity of men and women who could
only be counted on to do something decent when there was an audience.
But there is another side to this anonymity
business. Yes, people do act artificially better in public but that redounds to
the public good. Hypocritical good deeds are still good deeds. But anonymity gives the darkness of our character
an outlet. When my Dad was the Pastor of Winns Baptist Church back in the 1970’s,
the majority of the members were good people, honest, hard-working, salt of the
earth types. But when you spend 16 years in the pulpit of a church, you will make
your share of mistakes and Dad was no exception to that rule. When he did, he
got called on the carpet usually face to face with someone who had taken
exception to something he had said or done. But by far the worst treatment he
ever got came in the form of the anonymous letter. Always typed, always without
a return address, these screeds would attack him with ruthless vitriol and...unspeakably
bad grammar.
With the advent of the Internet, anonymous
communication is everywhere and most of it is poisoning us and our discourse.
To read comments that people make about race, sexual orientation, and religion behind
the cloak of anonymity is to peer into the dark night of the soul. Dad’s hate
mail at least took some degree of forethought and planning. They had to get a
piece of paper, find a typewriter, address an envelope, lick a stamp, and walk
to the mailbox, all activities that allowed time to think things over before
actually sending it. Today, anyone can spew forth the vilest thing and
broadcast it instantaneously without filter. Technological advancements in
communication have not made us better communicators. It has granted us a license
for cruelty.
The readers of this blog don’t always agree with
everything I write. But my name and my reputation is attached to everything you
read. Consequently, I must exercise temperance. Some of the stuff floating
around in my head needs to stay there, because to give them voice would be
hurtful. So here’s my proposal of the day, how about instead of censoring the
Internet, we insist on disclosure.
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