Return to your Root

Disclaimer: this article isn’t directed at everyone, obviously. However; if you read this, and you think that I’m full of shit and that I don’t know what I’m talking about and this article is wrong; then congratulations, you’re one of the assholes that inspired me to write this article.

“I am a Hacker, and this is my manifesto.” What emotion do those words evoke in you? Stop reading. Really think about it for a second. What do you feel when you hear those words?

I AM A HACKER, AND THIS IS MY MANIFESTO.

Let me tell you a story.  The story of how I got into infosec.  One short year ago, I was your average, run of the mill, hometown tech guy.  The guy who got the label “computer whiz kid” because I knew how to alt+tab.  Like most of you, I was completely self-taught.  There were no computer classes in my area at the time, and my parents viewed the PC as just another game console.  My knowledge stemmed from adventuring into the virgin file directories and settings.  Exploring every corner of my system and inevitably breaking something.  Something I would need to fix before my parents found out.

Fix and break.  Fix and break.  Disassemble and reassemble.  This was my life.  Eventually I got good enough that I wasn’t breaking things anymore when disassembling them.  So I began fixing the problems others had caused.  I knew more about computers than most, but I wasn’t satisfied.  I had hit a plateau.  I had no more problems to solve.  It made me feel empty.  I didn’t know how much I didn’t know.

I don’t remember how I found it, I just know that I did, and it changed my life forever.  I identified with this document so wholly, so completely, I felt as though I could have written it myself, had I only been inspired to do so.  This document was The Hacker Manifesto; written January 8, 1986 by The Mentor.  I know every one of you has read this document at some point, but I implore you to read it once more.  [Cue 2112 Discovery by Rush]

Another one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”…

Damn kids. They’re all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world…

Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me…

Damn underachiever. They’re all alike.

I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…”

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I’m a smart ass.. Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here…

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike.

And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all…

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike…

You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.

Was…was this what I was meant to be the whole time?  I had also been bored with the non-challenges presented to me in grade school.  So bored that I had to go out and find my own challenge in the (relatively infant) field of technology.  I hated the constant “show your work” badgering in middle school when the problem solved itself so easily in my mind.  For the first time, I felt like I wasn’t alone.  That there were others out there being labeled smartass and shunned by teachers.  That there were others whose default state was to ask questions, to not trust authority, to explore beyond the scope of the task at hand.  If there were others, did that mean that there was a place where this behavior was not only accepted, but encouraged?  I had to know.

My experience on the internet thus far told me that the best place to start on any unknown subject was Wikipedia; and as usual, it did not disappoint.  I spent the next week sorting through the ridiculous number of tabs that I’d spawned from the “Hacker” Wikipedia article.  Hacker.  White-hat Hacker.  Cracking.  Kevin Mitnick.  Social Engineering.  Cross-site scripting.  SQL injection.  DARPA.  Metasploit.  All of these new terms, a vast sea of knowledge that I had yet to reach the shores of.  While I didn’t learn too much from those articles during the tab-explosion week, I did learn the most important thing of all.  I was finally able to fathom how much I didn’t know.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have never written an 0-day exploit.  I don’t know any programming languages.  I have never broken into a network that was not in my home lab with or without permission.  But I tell you this now, ich bin ein Hacker! Over the last year, I’ve located fellow hackers in my area, I’ve attended meeting after meeting, read book after book, and endless online articles.  I have uncovered for myself a grand new set of challenges that need solving.  I am a hacker because nothing excites me like the prospect of solving those problems.  My favorite definition of a hacker is from the jargon file and it reads as follows: “One who enjoys the intellectual challenge of creatively overcoming or circumventing limitations.”

THAT is the true mark of a hacker.  Anyone who believes otherwise has lost sight of their roots.  I personally believe that there is nothing more harmful to the community as a whole than the ideal of the so-called “uber-leet hax0r.”  Which is why when I see things like this:

Following the link in the tweet results in the UrbanDictionary definition below:

I’m filled with extreme rage.

If you agree with that definition; and think that the word “Busticati” (or similar) should be put into common use, you are what is wrong with this community.  You are everything that the outside world hates about us.  You are the reason new, bright, young individuals shy away from the hacker community.  You push away those who would learn the craft when you should be embracing them.  It is because of you that (outside of the criminal implications) there is such a heavy social stigma attached to the title: Hacker.

This kind of elitism cannot be allowed to stand.  But who am I to you?  You who believe that only the pr0est of the pr0 deserve the right to have their opinion heard.  If you won’t listen to me, maybe you’ll listen to Chris Nickerson of Exotic Liability who said in a recent talk at Dojocon,

"This is the definition of a Hacker. If you don't agree with it, fuck you, you're wrong. Sorry, it doesn't mean writing 0-day and being leet and cool and jerking off on stage because of how leet your stuff is." - Chris Nickerson

So next time you come across someone who doesn’t know as much as you know, someone who is struggling with a concept, someone who has limited themselves to making “led throwies,” approach them, and teach them.  Because to sit back and poke fun at someone who isn’t as “leet” as you are just makes you an elitist asshole and you are not worthy of the title “hacker.”  Hackers are all about community.  Let’s usher in a new golden age of hacking.  Make collaboration cool again.  Shun those who would keep the so called “glory” for themselves, for they weaken us as a whole.

For another take on this subject, watch Chris Nickerson’s Dojocon talk, “The State of (In)Security” below.

Chris Nickerson The State of (In)Security from Adrian Crenshaw on Vimeo.

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