I Used to be a Privacy Hawk; I Used to Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

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In my late teens, I worked for the Air Force branch of the National Security Agency and I considered myself pretty darn sophisticated and saw no need to claim a handicap for being an American Indian dropout from flyover country. I had read 1984. I had read Brave New World.