I received "The Hacker's Manifesto" from The Mentor himself...
of course I'm very proud of it. Elf Qrin.

                         The Conscience of a Hacker
                         aka The Hacker's Manifesto

                               The Mentor

                          Written on January 8, 1986

        Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.  "Teenager 
Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank 
        Damn kids.  They're all alike.

        But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's 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 

        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.


Copyright 1986 by Loyd Blankenship (mentor@blankenship.com). All rights 

The "Hacker's Manifesto" was published for the first time on the e-zine
Phrack Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3, and then reprinted on Phrack Issue XIV,
File 3 of 9. At the end of the reprint you can read the following comment:

[May the members of the phreak community never forget his words -KL]