|
In celebration of the holidays (Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, et al.), I took a short trip to Mexico. I have never been so poked, prodded, scanned, X-rayed, yelled at, or ordered about in my entire traveling career - and that's saying a lot.
It started with the scan in Denver to Houston. That went OK - the usual, shuffling through the line, taking off jackets, cell phones, shoes (which always makes me cringe, but I do it anyway). Then the scanner found the lighter I had mistakenly left in my pocket, so I had to go to Terrorist Sublevel alert status, where I was wanded and finally released into the free world once again.
Once in Houston, we went through Customs. This was a little more intrusive, with bags being opened and contents pawed through. Walked through sniffing dogs and armed soldiers, down a hallway while some alert was shouting, "Attention passengers, an alarm has been triggered. We are investigating the source. Please listen for further information. . ." over and over again. We meandered through the cattle lines, letting out a solitary "moo" now and then. Other than always feeling inherently guilty when faced with someone wearing a badge, and being worried that that false guilt would scream "terrorist!" to the Gatekeeper, I made it through to the next stage.
Upon arriving in Mexico, I presented my completed papers to the Mexican Gatekeeper, who also pawed through my belongings, looking dubiously at my package of dry soup and packaged tuna fish (cheap lunches in the condo.) Finally I was free for a few days, though the government knew where I was staying and why (I wrote Grand Mayan Nuevo - for fun in the sun).
The return trip ramped up the searches to a higher pitch. My bags were searched again leaving PV, my papers checked and stamped. I got a more than a little frustrated when I was forced to take off my glasses, jewelry, shoes and belt to go through the scanner in PV. I mean, for God's sake, I'm wearing shorts and a T-shirt! Did they think my watch had a built-in laser or something? My rings? What possible harm could they be to anyone? And the belt? What? G*ddam Nazis.
After redressing in front of a large, busy Duty Free shop in PV with no chairs to sit on to retie shoes, I was subjected to another check of ID upon boarding the plane. Then it was off to Houston. Upon arrival, we went through US Customs. Another scan of the passport, scribbled mark on the Customs form, and off to pick up the luggage for rechecking. Another check of the Customs form with my bag, then a recheck of the baggage (lines, lines).
And then, the piece de resistance, ANOTHER security screening. So, there I am, in my shorts and T-shirt, having divested myself of all other accoutrements long before, I stand in line to be scanned and prodded once again. This is regardless of the fact that I was scanned prior to boarding in PV, that I have moved from the secure plane through a secure Customs area, and through secure baggage to get TO this point, and that no one could possibly have slipped me so much as a cigarette lighter (after all, mine had been confiscated in Denver) . . . no, that didn't matter; we get to go through again.
So, I begrudgingly place my stuff in the bins, wait to be waved through the cattle line of shoeless, beaten, dispirited people, and the security guy asks me, "Is this your stuff? Have any video cameras in here?" It was 10:00 p.m., I was tired from traveling all day, and so I stupidly answered, "No."
Alarmed, the agent asks, "So, this ISN'T your stuff?"
Confused, I say, "No . . . it's
"It's not your stuff?"
"Wait, yes, it's my stuff, No, I don't have a camera."
And because of the confusion, I get moved yet again to Terrorist Sublevel to be wanded in my shorts and T-shirt. It was probably the highlight of their day.
Now, I ask you, is this all really worth it? What are we really gaining by allowing ourselves to be subjected to these airport Nazis? Are we really any more secure? Or - as I believe - are we focusing on a molehill and missing the mountain? With what we're spending on airport harrassment, could we be hiring more trained agents and rounding up known threats to national security? Maybe we could be rehiring some of the CIA agents who have resigned in disgust after being forced to confirm Bush's lies about the war intelligence - put them to work providing truly objective analysis of our security situation.
All I know is, I used to like traveling - even the process of it. Now the traveling itself is simply an endurance contest. At some point, I'm wondering when it simply won't be worth it at all.
|