Big_Brother_WatchingOutside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The blackmoustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own.

Ingsoc HelicopterDown at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people’s windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.”

What would Orwell have said about Drones?

Colored Drone

Of course, he already understood about television monitors: his two-way telescreens. Chilling thought, wasn’t it? But it’s not so far away, not if the higher courts allow the lower court decisions against us to stand. Do those who cheer at this invasion of our homes really think it won’t happen to them?

The cameras the courts of Germany are allowing in people’s homes won’t have two-way communication just yet, but that time will come. Think how useful that will be to a totalitarian state! You can read all about it in 1984 (available online or at your local bookstore).


For one woman’s reflection on the dulling impact of modern life, read: “See Mom, Life is Good.”