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"SPYCHIPS: How Major Corporations and Government Plan to Track your Every Move with RFID"
The award-winning bestseller and definitive guide to Radio Frequency Identification.
"Paints a 1984-ish picture of how corporations would like to use RFID tags to keep tabs on you." -Associated Press
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Now available in Paperback (from Penguin-Plume Press),Spanish, and Italian!
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Attn Spanish-Speakers: Katherine's Spanish RFID video can be seen HERE.
(With special thanks to television professional and good friend Consuelo B., who created the script, storyboards, editing, script and more,)
"RFID: The Doomsday Scenario," Book Chapter by Katherine Albrecht
Chapter in "RFID: Applications, Security, and Privacy" Edited by Simson Garfinkel and Beth Rosenberg. New Jersey: Addison Wesley. 2006. (Katherine's chapter appears on pp. 259–273.)
This 15-page document introduces a new taxonomy for describing the databases that will store unique RFID numbers and describes how they will enable round-the-clock tracking of the public.
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"Keeping Your Humanity Alive in Wartime" by Dr. Katherine Albrecht
(Written just days before the start of the bloody Iraq war)
Whenever I find myself getting numb or insensitive to the reality of war
I do this little exercise. I start with a number -- say the 40,000
Iraqis killed in the first Persian Gulf War or the 2,823 people killed
in the World Trade Center disaster.
Then, because numbers like those are meaningless on their own, I force
myself to give them meaning.
In a quiet moment when I am alone and contemplative, I begin to slowly
With each number, I envision a human life. A living, breathing, flesh
and blood human life -- like mine. Like my sister's. Like my husband's.
The life of a friend, like you. A life that contained emotions I can
understand, events I can feel and see.
A mother giving birth to a baby and holding him close in her arms. A
father's outpouring of love and protection for the new family.
A child shouting with enthusiasm and innocence, excitement over a new
toy, learning to sing, or whistle, or ride a bike.
The nervousness of peering into the mirror of adolescence, worrying if that special person will think you're good enough. The shy, awkward thrill of a first kiss.
Falling in love and discovering infinity through it, laughing with
friends at a good joke, feeling one's world shatter at the news of a
loved one's death.
The taste of water when you are thirsty, gazing at the full
moon on a clear night, feeling the sun on your face. Hearing the sound of birds on a clean, bright morning when the grass is misted with dew.
As I linger over each number, filling in its cold emptiness with the
details of a human life, the cloak of numbness falls away. In place of
statistics stand people, rising up from their numbered graves to become
real men and women, looking me in the eye as fellow human beings who have lived lives and dreamed dreams. In most cases, I believe they could have been my friends.
When I do my "count the dead" exercise, I rarely have to go past ten or
so to re-establish the meaning of war in my mind. Even then, I try to
keep counting a few dozen more, to remind myself what large numbers of
dead really mean. When I am feeling exhausted by this, I reflect on the
fact that it would take me 55 hours to say goodbye to each person killed
in the 1991 war in Iraq alone.
I've concluded that when it comes to war, numbers are the enemy of
compassion. The sterility of numbers plays on our our technical and
mathematical sensibilities, causing us to conclude, for example, that
there is little difference between 40,000 dead and 41,000 dead.
Then the thought of adding another 1,000 to the images in my head is
inconceivably horrible -- as it should be.
"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness: for they shall
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of
Blessed are they that are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs
is the kingdom of heaven.
Research and Academic Writing on RFID
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