{"id":178,"date":"2003-07-24T18:18:30","date_gmt":"2003-07-24T23:18:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/?p=178"},"modified":"2003-07-24T18:18:30","modified_gmt":"2003-07-24T23:18:30","slug":"airports-security-staff-up-close-and-personal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rezio.net\/woa\/?p=178","title":{"rendered":"Airports security staff up close and personal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Optic editor Jesse Gallegos is sweating next week&#8217;s flight to Louisville for training with the newspaper&#8217;s parent organization, Landmark Inc.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 An admitted aerophobe, Gallegos is not looking forward to the layover at Dallas-Fort Worth airport. He will need to clear security. In light of heightened measures in the aftermath of 9-11 , we thought it best to convince him that joking about carrying a bomb is no laughing matter. I know.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Even before 9-11, I almost became convinced I had the word \u00e2\u20ac\u0153terrorist&#8221; tattooed on both arms. When it comes to drawing suspicion at a security terminal, not even a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader attracts so much attention. What is it about the way I look and dress that sets off alarms, literally and figuratively?<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I used to believe I blended in well and that my demeanor would indicate I was one of the good guys who doesn&#8217;t routinely tote weapons of mass destruction.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Several years ago, on a car trip to Palomas, a Mexican border town, we learned that getting into Mexico was easy; coming back was more complicated.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Seeing no guards on the American side, my wife and I started back across, only to be stopped by three guards who emerged from the U.S. customs building. The authorities reminded us of our duty to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153check back in,&#8221; and sent us on our way.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 My family and I agreed the procedure for returning was relatively painless but nevertheless wondered whether there&#8217;s something about our demeanor that signals border agents. Was it the confident gait? Was it my walking shorts, sandals and camera? What would I have to do to be detained in Mexico? I say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I&#8221; because, well, I am ethnically \u00e2\u20ac\u0153one of them.&#8221;<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Why do we stand out once we cross into that three-block area of Palomas, with its dozens of pharmacies aimed at underselling American firms? The people we observed in that tiny town are reminiscent of Americans of an earlier age: the women wear dresses; the men wear long pants and leather shoes, certainly not shorts or sandals.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 If, we wondered, a Mexican tried to sneak across the border, would that person need to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153act more like an American,&#8221; affecting our speech patterns, dressing and walking like us?<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Armed with the confidence that our bearing tells a lot about who we are, we were obviously surprised to discover later that I was the object of attention no matter where we went.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Landing in Houston after two weeks in Belize, I was singled out for a search, and this was in the pre-9-11 epoch. Of the thousands of people arriving at Houston, I was aware of no one else being asked to remove his belt, shoes, eye-glasses, watch and anything else metallic.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I tried to explain that my \u00e2\u20ac\u0153buns of steel&#8221; were responsible for setting off the alarm, but either the staff had heard that one before, or found it impossible to believe.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 During a couple of flights from Seattle, after 9-11, my terrorist-like mien apparently alerted security for another close examination. Yeah, I know the routine: please spread your arms, remove your belt and shoes, let us run this sensor over your body. Thank you. Have a nice day.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 This month, a flight from St. Louis featured more of the same. As I was receiving my ticket, the agent underlined a bar code which, I surmise, gave me the privilege of being searched anew. We hear that searches are purely random. But if so, what are the chances I&#8217;d hit the jackpot every time? Is it like the person who gets caught cheating on his income taxes and is forever hounded by audits?<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 As I emptied my possessions in the tiny basket and prepared to be explored, I wondered why once again I had been so honored. Nobody in my family got to share the fun. Did officials ask my wife to remove her shoes? Did my son, who travels with a laptop and a host of electronic gadgets, get to join in the jollity? No.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Signs at airports warn that joking about security matters can have serious consequences. I recall having read about an American basketball player who, on returning from Hawaii, announced, just joking, that his teammate was carrying a bomb. That was well before the World Trade Center catastrophe, and it delayed the flight, as it should.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Upon landing a year ago in Miami, after a month of study in Spain, I again took center stage at security as a crew of two ran a vacuum-cleaner-type device over my body. For as close at they got, I kind of expected them to trim my hair, give me a manicure or perhaps blow in my ear.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 It was there, as possibly the only person being searched, that one of our traveling companions, a man in his 50s, yelled, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, Art, where did you hide the gun?&#8221;<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m sure every member of the Highlands tour expected for all of us to have our flight delayed, for after all, it&#8217;s no laughing matter. Mercifully, the staff in Miami apparently saw my classmate&#8217;s comment as a crude attempt at a joke, and finished processing me.<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 All right, so I&#8217;m a magnet for security officials with those funny little things and beep. This information may not be any help for our editor, but if he is dubbed for closer inspection, I advise him to tell them, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153My co-worker, a mild-mannered man in his 60s, has been searched about a dozen times, and you haven&#8217;t ever found anything on him.&#8221;<br \/>\n\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 And if that doesn&#8217;t work, Jesse Gallegos is free to use my name. Surely someone at one of the airports ought to know my name by now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Optic editor Jesse Gallegos is sweating next week&#8217;s flight to Louisville for training with the newspaper&#8217;s parent organization, Landmark Inc. \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 An admitted aerophobe, Gallegos is not looking forward to the layover at Dallas-Fort Worth airport. He will need to clear security. 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