دانلود کتاب درک حبس الکترونیکی – نظارت الکترونیکی، وضعیت نظارت، و آینده حبس های دسته جمعی

I’ve spent the bulk of my adult life under state surveillance. Beginning in 1975, for twentyseven years, I was a fugitive from justice. For the first two decades or so, that surveillance consisted of “wanted” posters with my picture on post office walls, periodic visits by the FBI to family members and friends, and the occasional “Where is he now?” story in the newspaper. For a white man not living with a disability, evading the law in those days was nothing like it is today. Even getting a fake driver’s license in those days wasn’t much of a challenge. Many states didn’t have pictures on licenses, let alone fingerprints or iris scans. I drove a car for most of that time and only got pulled over twice by the police. On one of those occasions, I accidentally drove down a one-way street directly at a cop car. Whiteness and an analog security system kept me out of harm’s way.