A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace
historical note

This note was first composed and circulated about a half decade
ago by John Perry Barlow, ex-cattle-rancher, "cognitive
dissident", co-founder and Vice-chairman of the Electronic
Frontier Foundation, and sometime lyricist for that inimitable
rock-band The Grateful Dead
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Date: Fri, 9 Feb
1996 17:16:35 +0100
To: barlow@eff.org
From: John Perry Barlow <barlow@eff.org>
Subject: A Cyberspace Independence Declaration
Yesterday, that great invertebrate in
the White House signed into the law the Telecom "Reform"
Act of 1996, while Tipper Gore took digital photographs of the
proceedings to be included in a book called "24 Hours in
Cyberspace."
I had also been asked to participate
in the creation of this book by writing something appropriate
to the moment. Given the atrocity that this legislation would
seek to inflict on the Net, I decided it was as good a time as
any to dump some tea in the virtual harbor.
After all, the Telecom "Reform"
Act, passed in the Senate with only 5 dissenting votes, makes
it unlawful, and punishable by a $250,000 to say "shit"
online. Or, for that matter, to say any of the other 7 dirty
words prohibited in broadcast media. Or to discuss abortion openly.
Or to talk about any bodily function in any but the most clinical
terms.
It attempts to place more restrictive
constraints on the conversation in Cyberspace than presently
exist in the Senate cafeteria, where I have dined and heard colorful
indecencies spoken by United States senators on every occasion
I did.
This bill was enacted upon us by people
who haven't the slightest idea who we are or where our conversation
is being conducted. It is, as my good friend and Wired
Editor Louis Rossetto put it, as though "the illiterate
could tell you what to read."
Well, fuck them.
Or, more to the point, let us now take
our leave of them. They have declared war on Cyberspace. Let
us show them how cunning, baffling, and powerful we can be in
our own defense.
I have written something (with characteristic
grandiosity) that I hope will become one of many means to this
end. If you find it useful, I hope you will pass it on as widely
as possible. You can leave my name off it if you like, because
I don't care about the credit. I really don't.
But I do hope this cry will echo across
Cyberspace, changing and growing and self-replicating, until
it becomes a great shout equal to the idiocy they have just inflicted
upon us.
I give you...
A Declaration of
the Independence of Cyberspace
Governments of the Industrial World,
you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace,
the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the
past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have
no sovereignty where we gather.
We have no elected government, nor are
we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority
than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare
the global social space we are building to be naturally independent
of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral
right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement
we have true reason to fear.
Governments derive their just powers
from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited
nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us,
nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your
borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were
a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature
and it grows itself through our collective actions.
You have not engaged in our great and
gathering conversation, nor did you create the wealth of our
marketplaces. You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the
unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than
could be obtained by any of your impositions.
You claim there are problems among us
that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade
our precincts. Many of these problems don't exist. Where there
are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify
them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social
Contract. This governance will arise according to the conditions
of our world, not yours. Our world is different.
Cyberspace consists of transactions,
relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave
in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both
everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live.
We are creating a world that all may
enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic
power, military force, or station of birth.
We are creating a world where anyone,
anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular,
without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.
Your legal concepts of property, expression,
identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. They are
based on matter, There is no matter here.
Our identities have no bodies, so, unlike
you, we cannot obtain order by physical coercion. We believe
that from ethics, enlightened self-interest, and the commonweal,
our governance will emerge. Our identities may be distributed
across many of your jurisdictions. The only law that all our
constituent cultures would generally recognize is the Golden
Rule. We hope we will be able to build our particular solutions
on that basis. But we cannot accept the solutions you are attempting
to impose.
In the United States, you have today
created a law, the Telecommunications Reform Act, which repudiates
your own Constitution and insults the dreams of Jefferson, Washington,
Mill, Madison, DeToqueville, and Brandeis. These dreams must
now be born anew in us.
You are terrified of your own children,
since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants.
Because you fear them, you entrust your bureaucracies with the
parental responsibilities you are too cowardly to confront yourselves.
In our world, all the sentiments and expressions of humanity,
from the debasing to the angelic, are parts of a seamless whole,
the global conversation of bits. We cannot separate the air that
chokes from the air upon which wings beat.
In China, Germany, France, Russia, Singapore,
Italy and the United States, you are trying to ward off the virus
of liberty by erecting guard posts at the frontiers of Cyberspace.
These may keep out the contagion for a small time, but they will
not work in a world that will soon be blanketed in bit-bearing
media.
Your increasingly obsolete information
industries would perpetuate themselves by proposing laws, in
America and elsewhere, that claim to own speech itself throughout
the world. These laws would declare ideas to be another industrial
product, no more noble than pig iron. In our world, whatever
the human mind may create can be reproduced and distributed infinitely
at no cost. The global conveyance of thought no longer requires
your factories to accomplish.
These increasingly hostile and colonial
measures place us in the same position as those previous lovers
of freedom and self-determination who had to reject the authorities
of distant, uninformed powers. We must declare our virtual selves
immune to your sovereignty, even as we continue to consent to
your rule over our bodies. We will spread ourselves across the
Planet so that no one can arrest our thoughts.
We will create a civilization of the
Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world
your governments have made before.
Davos, Switzerland
February 8, 1996
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John Perry Barlow, Cognitive Dissident
Co-Founder, Electronic Frontier Foundation
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In Memoriam, Dr. Cynthia Horner and
Jerry Garcia
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It is error alone which needs the
support of government. Truth can stand by itself.
--Thomas Jefferson, Notes on Virginia
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