National ID Cards
Not worth the pain.

Mr. Dunphy* is an officer of the Los Angeles Police Department
November 14, 2001 9:40 a.m.

 

entle readers, serious people are giving serious thought to this business of a national ID card. Some unserious folks are blathering about it, too: Alan Dershowitz has spoken in favor of a "voluntary" card, one that would utilize some form of modern technology to foil counterfeiters. Though given to occasional bouts of seriousness, most of the time Mr. Dershowitz is a nut, and a rule that has generally worked for me is that if he's for it, I'm against it.

Though I am an agent of the government, albeit a lowly one, I share with the more vocal civil libertarians a certain level of distrust in it. The Founders themselves, after all, enshrined this distrust into the Constitution. But my opposition to national ID cards doesn't spring from some big-government paranoia, but rather from a more practical standpoint: That dog won't hunt. This beast should be shot in the head with a silver bullet and have a stake driven through its heart. The corpse should be burned and the ashes scattered to the four winds.

I'm amused by those who claim that a system of national ID cards might have prevented the barbarism of September 11, as though our heroes Archibald and Basil, while monitoring passenger activity at the airport, might simply swipe Mr. Abdul Khalid Death-to-America Mohamed's 100 percent guaranteed, retinally scanned, chip-imbedded, counterfeit-proof national ID card through their super-duper government computer and say, "Look here, sir, our information is that the United States of America has reason to believe you are a hazard to navigation and may not therefore be borne aloft on a commercial airliner as you had wished. Furthermore, those books on bomb making and anthrax cultivation are overdue at the library and are accruing fines at the rate of five cents a day for each. And finally, your mother-in-law's birthday is next Wednesday, so, although you won't be traveling today, perhaps you should duck into the duty-free shop for a nice little bottle of eau de toilette. She favors Obsession by Calvin Klein."

No, if Mr. Abdul Khalid Death-to-America Mohamed actually had an ID card that revealed any kind of information valuable to those who would seek to prevent him from carrying his end of the jihad, he'd be laughed right out of the terrorist fraternity. An anecdote from my own travels will illustrate the point: I was once checking in for a flight at LAX, dutifully presenting my identification and avowing that no stranger had so much as looked at my luggage since the time I packed it. Next to me at the counter was a young man checking in for the same flight. Reluctant as I am to put a racial spin on things, his ethnicity is fairly essential to the story: He was a Hispanic man, and everything about him suggested he was an illegal alien (yes, you can usually tell) from somewhere south of the border. When asked for his ID, he presented what I could readily see from three feet away was a counterfeit California driver's license. The agent examined the card briefly, returned it, then handed the man his boarding pass. When the man had left I spoke with the agent who had helped him. "Excuse me, I said," but did you know that fellow's ID was as fake as they come?" "Yes," he said, "but we're not supposed to make a big deal about it." I continued along this line of inquiry. "Do you mean," I asked, "that I could show you a cocktail napkin with the name Abraham Lincoln printed on it in crayon and my picture stapled to it, and you would let me fly?" "Pretty much," he said.

This took place well before September 11, and I suspect that the airlines have tightened things up quite a bit since then, but problems remain. Just west of downtown Los Angeles, in the area of MacArthur Park, a man with a little cash — $40 or so — can obtain a passably authentic-looking California driver's license. The license will bear his own picture and any name he chooses, even Abraham Lincoln. These street-corner ID cards are good enough to accompany any immigration documents — also counterfeit — demanded by a prospective employer, most of whom, for reasons of their own, don't look too closely at them anyway.

For a higher investment, the more enterprising individual can obtain a genuine California driver's license issued by the Department of Motor Vehicles. These are secured through corrupt DMV employees who supplement their government paychecks by processing bogus paperwork on behalf of those who want to change their identity without all the pesky bureaucratic red tape. I once arrested a man who had more than 20 driver's licenses, all of them bearing his own picture but each issued under a different name. There is no reason to believe that a federal ID-card system wouldn't be subject to the same or even greater flaws. If such a system had been in place prior to September 11, it merely would have been one more hoop for the terrorists to jump through. With the resources at their disposal, it would be naive to think they wouldn't have done so.

Finally, there is the issue of what information will be held in the database and how it will be protected. Proponents of national ID cards can harrumph till they're blue in the face about how closely guarded the information will be, but critics are rightly skeptical of such claims. As a California police officer, I can have the information on my car registration made confidential, so that anyone checking my license number cannot discover my home address and put a brick or a bullet through my window. But, again, the same DMV employee who takes a hundred bucks under the table to get someone a driver's license will probably be only too happy to accept a like amount for revealing the address of the Dunphy estate to anyone who might like to stop by for an unannounced and unwelcome visit. The point is this: If the information is stored somewhere, it can be had for a price.

National ID cards would deter minor scofflaws, but they would be little hindrance to the committed terrorist and sophisticated criminal. And they would be a pain in the caboose to everyone else.


(*Jack Dunphy is the author's nom de cyber. The opinions expressed are his own and almost certainly do not reflect those of the LAPD management .)

 
 

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