A man’s home is his castle, the expression goes. It is a place where he can retreat from intrusion or prying eyes, including from the state, at least without a warrant or extenuating circumstances. At least this is what we tell ourselves.
This Essay shows the falsity of this belief. A man’s home may still be his castle, but his castle may as well be made of glass. The state has entered the home. And we, too, have become watchers.
