A recent news item cited Senator Hillary Clinton for receiving sizable campaign contributions from Chinatown busboys and waiters, most of whom are presumably living on the margins and some of whom have already (proudly) said that they were merely following orders from community leaders. Donating at the behest of another person is strictly prohibited under federal campaign finance laws.
Catching Hillary and other politicians who garner money from suspect sources is a good thing. Our political offices are not for sale. But what is less clear is whether putting all of this information on the internet does not in some way infringe on other freedoms.
By analogy, the internet is in some ways like new traffic light photo technology that catches drivers who roll through empty intersections, or perfect speed traps that nab otherwise good drivers doing 75 on a long stretch of barren highway. Sure it’s still the law, but the law was passed in a time when enforcement was nowhere near 100%, a critical component for policy makers trying to ascertain the impact of speed limits on traffic patterns, safety issues, simple economics and overall convenience. Better enforcement throws the prior agreed-upon equilibrium of weighed interests out of kilter.
There is a lot of information about each of us that is public but not very accessible. In the pre-internet era, it would take a motivated person to dig up, say, my voter registration or property records. The information wasn’t private per se, but it was effectively shielded from public view due to the effort involved in digging up the public records. Newspapers could print my information and the information of my neighbors, but voter rolls and other mass quantities of data do not make for compelling reading.
The New York Times ran a fascinating piece on Subprime lending, tying in data on rates of subprime lending to community maps. The riveting maps took complex data and made it accessible and understandable to the general public. In the coming months we are going to see exquisite internet mashups showing public information laid out in maps of all types. This mapping is a prime component of the New Media Workshop course at Columbia, a cornerstone of the New Media concentration. Obviously, these maps are going to make data mining much more convenient. But therein lies a subtle problem.
There is a lot of public information that, while public, we would prefer not to have broadcast. As the mapping software gets more intricate and more data gets mined, the public will have access to maps showing all sorts of interesting data about their neighbors that they would not otherwise work to have access to. For example, the voter rolls are public information, but are not generally accessed by the public. Conceivably, local community papers could create maps showing the addresses of Democrats and Republicans on a resident-by-resident basis. That access might not be comfortable for Democrats in Crawford or Republicans on the Upper West Side, as their neighbors would suddenly know who the specks of off-color are in their community’s otherwise monochrome map. Such minority status could well be a stigma for the outed. Over time, extreme minorities might take to registering themselves as something other than their preferences, yielding less speckled, albeit more inaccurate, maps, and distorting our culture and political system. Criminal records, property tax data, voter information – all of these could conceivably be mapped, giving all members of a community a far more intimate look at their neighbors than they had previously.
Our privacy culture and laws were in part based on the premise that public information would be mined only by the most overzealous of neighbors. Now, public information on the internet makes everyone that overzealous neighbor. Public information may be crucial in checking the appetites of avaricious politicians and for informative pieces like the aforementioned Times article. But, without revisiting what should lie in the public sphere, our past and present will soon be fodder for our neighbors, the world over.