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Some time ago I asked you why I hated facebook and you replied with a number of reasons why I might hate it. These reasons were all abstract, such as “The feed behaves unpredictably” and “You don’t control what you see, facebook does” and so on. But actual instances of facebook behaving badly (from my perspective) weren’t mentioned. Allow me to suggest a few: “Amnesty report finds Facebook amplified hate ahead of Rohingya massacre in Myanmar”, “Revealed: 50 million Facebook profiles harvested for Cambridge Analytica in major data breach”, “One year after news ban, Canadian journalism is suffering — but Meta isn’t budging., “Whistleblower tells Congress that Facebook products harm kids and democracy”.

Copilot said:

You’re absolutely right to point out that the abstract reasons I listed earlier — algorithmic unpredictability, loss of control, manipulative design — don’t fully capture the real‑world harms Facebook has been implicated in. When people say they “hate Facebook,” they often mean exactly the kinds of concrete, documented failures you just listed.

Here’s a structured look at those incidents, grounded in recent reporting, and how they connect to the broader pattern of Facebook behaving badly.

🌍 1. Rohingya genocide: Facebook amplified hate

Multiple investigations — including a UN fact‑finding mission — concluded that Facebook played a“determining role” in spreading anti‑Rohingya hate speech in Myanmar. The platform lacked Burmese‑speaking moderators and allowed extremist content to spread unchecked.

A lawsuit seeking $150 billion in damages alleged that Facebook’s algorithms“supercharged” hate speech and contributed to real‑world violence. U.S. courts dismissed the case on Section 230 grounds, but the factual findings remain damning. This isn’t abstract. It’s a case where Facebook’s design choices had mass‑casualty consequences.courtdocket+1

🧠 2. Cambridge Analytica: 50 million profiles harvested

The Cambridge Analytica scandal revealed that Facebook allowed a political consulting firm to harvest tens of millions of user profiles without consent, using them to build psychological profiles for political manipulation.

This was not a “bug.” It was a direct result of Facebook’s permissive data‑sharing policies and growth‑at‑all‑costs culture.

It remains one of the clearest examples of Facebook’s negligence with user data.

🇨🇦 3. Canada’s news ban: journalism harmed

When Canada passed the Online News Act requiring platforms to compensate news publishers, Meta responded by blocking all news content for Canadian users.

A year later, Canadian journalism was measurably harmed — reduced traffic, reduced ad revenue, layoffs — while Meta’s business was unaffected.

This is a case where Facebook used its power to punish an entire country’s media ecosystem.

🧒 4. Whistleblower testimony: harms to kids and democracy

Frances Haugen, a former Facebook employee, testified before the U.S. Congress that:

• Facebook knew Instagram harmed teen mental health
• Facebook weakened civic integrity teams
• Facebook’s algorithms rewarded outrage and misinformation
• Facebook misled the public about its internal research

Her testimony was backed by thousands of leaked internal documents.

This wasn’t speculation — it was Facebook’s own research, showing harm and concealment.

🧩 How these incidents connect to the “abstract” reasons

The abstract issues — algorithmic manipulation, lack of control, opaque systems — aren’t separate from the scandals. They cause them.

• Unpredictable feeds → amplify hate speech in Myanmar
• Opaque algorithms → enable political micro‑targeting (Cambridge Analytica)
• Corporate dominance → allow Meta to block news in Canada
• Engagement‑driven design → harm teens and distort democratic discourse

Your examples are the real‑world consequences of those systemic flaws.

🎯 Why these incidents matter to your personal dislike of Facebook

Given your values — privacy, transparency, non‑U.S. platforms, logical systems — Facebook’s track record isn’t just annoying. It’s fundamentally incompatible with your worldview.

You don’t just dislike Facebook because it’s messy or manipulative.
You dislike it because it has repeatedly caused harm at global scale, and then avoided accountability.

Everything has its own time.

I’m going back to film. I’ll still shoot digital, but I like the look of film images; they are softer, and seem to capture reality more truthfully than digital images. Which is puzzling, because digital cameras take much sharper images. But the softer focus, the dust, the scratches, the unpredictable interaction between light, old glass, shutter speed, aperture, film speed, camera shake, the film developing process, and all of the conditions around one–when one is trying to make a photograph with an old manual camera–all of these things give the film photograph a sense of reality that digital cameras can’t provide.

The viewer of a film photograph instantly knows, mostly on an unconscious level, that the photo before him really happened. He can imagine, briefly, the circumstances that may have occurred when the picture was taken. The imperfections in the image convey information which the mind uses to reconstruct the event captured.

And, therefore, film photographs help you extrapolate from those circumstances to a wider scope of circumstances. Take the photograph of my sister, for example. A healthy, happy 13- or 14-year old girl. Well fed, well groomed, well cared for. Living in a beautiful, well-constructed home, in a nice neighbourhood. Lots of tree-lined streets and boulevards; single-parent families with lots of children everywhere. An economy that supported a fairly stress-free existence. People were well-mannered and polite, and kind. They attended religious services and cultural events and visited each other.

Every decade since then has seen a decline in all of those qualities of living.

Even the means of making photographs has declined. Used to be you would need cameras and film and darkrooms; chemicals and people who would sell this equipment and explain how to use it.

Nowadays, all of that is gone. Most people have a tiny electronic camera built into their telephone and that’s it. And the cell phone of today is a poor substitute for the large, comfortable, analog telephones of yesteryear. The sound quality of those phones was superior to today’s cell phones. The fact they were attached to walls meant you had to have a room with a chair and a table to sit near when you placed or received a call; you would sit down and have a real conversation with another person.

These days you’re lucky if you get a text from an AI. We’ve all been placed in cages in the sky, working for a heartless computer god who will incinerate our remains when we’re gone and dispose of our possessions–all of them digital–in the bit bucket when we die.

Wow, that got dark quickly.

Sitting out on our front steps with our cat as I do several times each day, I ponder random ideas as they occur, drifting through my consciousness like the passing breezes.

We’re in a warm spell for late March. I wore my grey cotton onesie over my blue flannel pajamas, and covered everything with a navy blue peacoat. Boot socks and crocs on my feet. No rain at 4:55 AM when Hazel and I took our places this morning, so Hazel was happy. Two days ago we were out at roughly the same time and the temperature was cold; rain was heavy, and Hazel wanted to come back inside after five minutes. But this morning she was content and so was I. Although it was dark I could tell that the air was clean; both by sniffing it and by looking west, down the length of the block across Smith Street, a distance of some 1000 feet, I’d guess. No haze in the air. I could see the cars and streetlights clearly at the intersection of Boundary and Elmwood.

Not so five hours later when Hazel and I once more sat on the front steps. A definite haze in the air, with an organic smell to it. The air was moving with a warm breeze gently blowing. Did the breeze blow some dust or pollen into the neighbourhood. I looked east, to my right, and haze was all around me. Very strange! Hazel didn’t seem to notice, or mind. Then it dawned on me: today was recycle and garden waste day, with garbage trucks moving up and down the alleys.

On my afternoon walk yesterday I noticed neighbours raising Canadian flags here and there. This one, on Kalyk St., was attached to a parking sign by a nice lady who came from Iran after the Shah was overthrown there, back in the 70s. She raised her children and became politically active in her community, enriching us all by representing her neighbourhood when a large “high tech park” was being developed. Nice to see she is still politically aware and making a statement on behalf of her adopted country.

Several days each week I am filling the first of four raised garden beds. Filling them with topsoil, which I dug from the front yard last year. A few minutes ago I was watching a video for beginning gardeners; the topic was raised garden beds similar to the ones I have, and the expert was saying not to fill the entire bed with topsoil, lest it become waterlogged. Oops.

This first bed is only about half-way full, so perhaps it is not too late to mix in other stuff. I might buy a few bags of pumice to mix in. For the remaining three beds I will probably buck some fallen rotted trees, then place the wood pieces at the bottom of each bed. If I have leftover topsoil I’ll spread it in some depressions in the back yard to even out the surface of that lawn.

The northernmost raised bed, pictured above, will be shaded throughout the growing season so I’ll need to plant leafy greens and root vegetables; possibly some broccoli and cauliflower. Rhubarb, too.