The first airline hijackings by Arabs broke out
in 1970. About a month after that I took a trip
to Africa with a lot of stops at airports in Europe.
Before the 1970 rash of hijackings there were absolutely
no searches of airline passengers. In the early
1960s, I once accidentally stepped onto a plane
at Memphis airport that was completely empty! I
went into the cockpit looking for somebody and then
got off and found the plane I was supposed to be
on.
The 1970 hijackings changed everything. Each airline
tried something different. A lot of them had each
passenger come into a little room and get a quick
frisk.
To my surprise I found that I was getting profiled.
Other passengers would go in and get out of the
search room in a couple of minutes. They went over
me with a fine toothed comb, taking ten or fifteen
minutes and double checking. This puzzled me.
Somewhere in the air over Africa, I suddenly realized
why I was being searched so especially.
I once worked in a prison. Everybody who came in,
including the warden, got frisked before being admitted
inside. Usually it was a light check, but they also
had random thorough searches of each person who
came in regularly.
So when I walked into the little airline search
room, I took the perfect stance for being frisked.
I held my jacket out in my right hand, kept my knees
bent slightly, and held my hands rigidly out.
If there was a wall I probably propped my hands
against it.
This worried the searchers. You see, the average
airline passenger does not go into frisk position
routinely as if he has lined up in a police station
a hundred times before.
Do you think I was upset at the airlines? Of couse
not. I looked like I belonged to a suspect population,
so they searched me. That was the whole point of
the exercise.
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