Yesterday I hit Amazon.com to see how steeply they were discounting my book, and was met with this home page:
Check out that row of suggested titles above; they're all Jewish children's books. This stopped my heart. Because I am indeed a Jew, and I do indeed have small children.
Just for comparison's sake, I switched my browser to Incognito Mode and reloaded Amazon. Here's what I saw:
Still got Megan Trainor and the GEICO gecko, but now my above-the-fold pitch is for a bunch of HD movies that were big blockbusters that I'd never, ever watch. I.e., pretty generic.
Maybe this seems like no biggie to you. After all, algorithmically suggested purchases are a cornerstone of Amazon's business model. I respect your position. I know that I've got more than a little paranoia and clinical hypervigilance informing my thought process. So, just to break down why this greeting from Amazon was so disturbing:
- *All* the titles are Jewish kid's books. The algorithm seems *really* confident that these would interest me (and, shit, it's right: We own an earlier edition of one of these books, and read it often).
- It's unclear how Amazon would have reached this conclusion based solely on my interactions with Amazon: I've never ordered much in the way of explicit Judaica via Amazon, or had Jewish-themed items on my Wishlist or in my browsing history. I've ordered more tools and owl pellets from Amazon than explicitly Jew-themed items. This leaves two possibilities:
- Their conclusion is based solely on my order size and timing--because I do indeed tend to place my big holiday order earlier than most, since I'm buying for both Xanukah and Xmas. But, man, that seems pretty thin justification to dedicate a *major* portion of screen real-estate to Jewish children's books--items that would have basically *no* interest to huge swaths of the buying public.
- Amazon can make some wicked-awesome inductive leaps based on buying patterns, the kind of stuff that you'll never notice with the small sample sizes normal humans experience, but become glaringly obvious when you have Big Data to crunch. Like, maybe all sorts of people buy owl pellets and read Ben H. Winters ebooks, but only bona fide child-rearing Jews buy the second-cheapest owl pellet package that includes a bone chart *and* wait for those Ben H. Winters ebooks to dip below $2.99 each?
- Since the sub-points under #2 seem pretty far-fetched, we're left to assume that Amazon is doing some very heavy-weight, semantically deep data correlation. Yes, it's certainly "public knowledge" that I'm a Jew--not only does Google tell you so, but I've donated to Jewish charities, am active in my congregation, have worked for Jewish organizations, and have published essays and columns about being a Jew--but still, that's some pretty granular cross-correlation for a site that mostly makes money off me by offering good deals on horror and SF ebooks and being able to quickly deliver the Slinkies my children adore and destroy at regular intervals. Which is to say that I'm left fretting not only about HOW Amazon determines I'm a Jew, but also WHY they bother, and WHAT might happen if someone else suddenly realized "Hey, I bet you Amazon's data could cough up a pretty complete list of every Jew/homosexual/trans person/woman/Asian/whatever in the US! Wouldn't *that* be a handy list!"
- 'cause, you know, there's never ever ever been a situation where a suitably motivated group of people with a pretty complete list of all the X-TYPE PERSONS in a geographic region has set their sights on killing all of them.
- As the kosher-market raid coordinated with the Charlie Hebdo massacre demonstrates, sometimes any old Jew is a good enough target.
So, that's me, that's my paranoia and hypervigilance, my over-reaction to a perfectly innocent commercial gambit. It's just the free hand of the market, nothing more, nothing less. No one is coming to stuff me in a boxcar; I'm just a nervous guy with my nervous, paranoid fantasies (based on my relatives' and co-religionists actual lived experience, and my own personal experience of anti-Semitic [micro]aggression and threats).
On the way out, I guess I just want to point out that this is an excellent moment to crystalize what "privilege" really means when we talk about "White Privilege." As I've written in the past, 99.999% of the time I'm as White as any other pink person, and enjoy all those privileges. But when I see a thing like this, history indicates I'd be a supreme fool not to take a moment to meditate on the ramifications. No American Xtian or Athiest has to do that when Amazon greets them with a big fistful of Xmas items. Simply put: "Privilege" means the privilege of not having to invest cognitive cycles in wondering who might be coming to hurt you and your children. This is why, when the fan starts getting shit-hit with things like Charlie Hebdo and Ferguson and GamerGate you need to be a little patient with us hysterical Jews and Blacks and women and whatever. We get a little worked up because, now and again we're just completely worn out waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Anyway, this isn't just a pity party for those of us who live in a protected class. This party is for you too, for you in the majority, you who sleep easy, because it's instructive of the Shape of Where We're At:
There are no more secrets.
Yeah, sure, you'll get your little bullshit secrets--that you pooped your pants a little last week, that you kissed someone you shouldn't have in 7th grade, that you've got some naked pictures, whatever. But it's not like I got paranoid yesterday; I've been paranoid for almost forty years. I've sorta made a point at keeping the word "Jew" from being associated with my name whenever I suspected it might go into structured data (in my medical records, for example). But still, Amazon found me, and they weren't even really, really looking. They don't have some sort of ideology that rewards flushing me out, they have no demagogue promising that their God Thing will lavish them with heavenly rewards for hurting me and mine, they have no cosmology that holds that I've systemically dicked them over with interest rates and business shenanigans. Amazon saw it fit to sort me out and label me "Jew" in some arcane column of some totally banal, cyclopean spreadsheet because it means an extra $5 to $10 in sales a year to them, if even. That was enough to make it worth it to Amazon. And they did it on their own, without ever violating my "rights." And if tomorrow Amazon switches business gears, and becomes the world's marketplaces for demographic lists of people instead of the world's marketplace for SF ebooks and horror anthologies and owl pellets, well I just better hope that no one running a bomb lab in Yemen or Boston or Paris decides to buy a mailing list.
Here's the thing: I was fine with being "David Erik Nelson, Jew"--because that's what I indeed am, what I've been my entire life. And for most of my life, when being a Jew has caused me grief, it has done so in association with being David Erik Nelson, as a response to something I did or said. Sure, it may not have been fair--when an Xtian gripes about Xmas, it's because everyone is stressed out; when I do so, it's because I'm a fucking whining Jew who should just be glad America tolerates me--but at least it felt personal and specific and, in some way, intelligible. When the threats came, it was because someone specifically disliked something I wrote or said or embodied.
But in Amazon's datacenter, I'm a row in a table. The index on that row is something like "CUSTOMER #2045674" and the cells include "kindle-owner" and "SF reader" and "owl pellet buyer" and "Jew" and my mailing address. Just another row, among millions--until that table gets resorted by the "Jew" column, and then I'm a box waiting to be ticked off by God-knows-who for God-knows-what-reason. Maybe they want to send me free Xanukah candles! Maybe they want to send me a bomb disguised as a printer cartridge! I guess I'll have to wait for the mail man to come and find out then! Oh brave new world that has such things in't!
All of which is to say: The data got smart faster than I did.