Annie Peterson | Civil Patriot
The year was 1975. I was in Mrs. Belk’s 10th grade English class when she assigned George Orwell’s classic 1984. I read it with fear and trembling. It was, after all, just nine short years before Orwell’s predicted D-Day.
The story freaked me out, but I wasn’t really worried it would come true. After all, it felt so dystopian, so. . .impossible. I couldn’t imagine a government so intrusive that it would interfere with my life. I couldn’t fathom my movements being monitored by electronic devices or my speech being censored on social media. In other words, it all seemed too far-fetched. Great fiction, sure. Reality? Probably not.