a little slice

Omfg this country is ridiculous. We were “randomly selected” for screening at Bradley International Airport today. And by randomly I mean, because we are Asian. 5 of the ten people chosen were Asian. Yeah that’s pretty random. This is the first time this has ever happened, so it’s clearly not because of our last name. The people were really rude about it.

We were corralled into a pen, in front of everyone else, where they proceeded to empty our stuff into “orange labeled bins-only.” Then we walked through the entryscan3, where “puffs” of air went all over our bodies, and we stood there, in this isolated box with a robot talking to us. 1984 anyone? This is fucking ridiculous. Then our bags were probed with these little wands, to look for “materials used to compose explosives.” We asked what were the criteria, or possible criteria for being selected. We were given bullshit answers, and basically told that there are numerous (“pages worth”) reasons for being selected, and it’s up to the airline, not the airport.

Of course my dad made things better, by reaching over the boundary to grab his bag and look for his cell phone. Brilliant father, brilliant. They then black listed us and put fucking stickers on our bags, and opened our bags, and we left feeling fully violated, and with fully marked up red-sharpied boarding passes—all the things you expect from an airport/airline experience.

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Oh btws the intercom just said “will a Mr. ak;jhas Amir please come to the security checkpoint.” I love you America, really, I do.