I use a cane and occasionally a wheelchair. It all depends on how far I need to travel and how my heart and lungs are doing on a given day.
On the day that Obama was elected, the first time, I was on the Island of Kawaii and headed home to the mainland.
Security took my cane and placed it on the conveyor, it was on my lap. I was then pushed into a search area and made to stand while they took their time to search the chair... an airport wheelchair. He then frisked me, several times. He kept telling me that I could step behind a curtain to be search, I declined each time. Finally I was pi$$ and loudly told him to get on with his search, do it now, do it in public with witnesses and IF I COULD WALK TO THE CURTAIN, I DAMN SURE WOULDN’T NEED A WHEELCHAIR OR CANE. I wanted to make a very big scene, but I was concerned with being separated from my family and forced to take a boat or get a lawyer just to get home..... that would have cost thousands.
He was a skinny black man in his 40’s and I suspect he was feeling his new power now that his idol had won the race.
“He was a skinny black man in his 40’s and I suspect he was feeling his new power now that his idol had won the race.”
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That’s what the TSA is all about. None of its practices and procedures make us safe. It’s all about power.