Since I have Global Entry and PreCheck I don’t go through regular screening very often. That means I don’t have to take my 100ml Freedom Baggie filled with liquids out of my bag, I don’t have to take my laptop out, and I don’t have to parade through the shoe carnival. It also means I don’t have to go through naked imaging.
Sometimes I depart the U.S. flying an airline that doesn’t participate in PreCheck. And when I do, I still ‘opt out’ of these nude-o-scopes on principle. Maybe I’m the last person that does.
- I take a pat down instead of going through the machine.
- The screener will tell me what to expect, saying to me that they’re going to ‘run their hand up my leg until they meet resistance’
- They’ll ask if I have any sensitive areas.
- “Only where you meet resistance” I’ve replied, a hundred times.
We’ve come to accept all of the indignities of airport security theater. The TSA is like Elmer Fudd, they’ve still never caught a
rabbit terrorist despite asking over and over “are you a terrorist?” They fail to detect most of what goes through checkpoints and they’ve admitted in court filings that there’ve been no active threats against U.S. aviation in years. Yet we accept massive misconduct in the name of feeling safe.
We give up our liberties for a feeling of security, and though nearly everyone has gotten used to it I’ve continued to object.
I’ve been Don Quixote, and coronavirus is my ‘night of the mirrors’ scene where I’m revealed to be just an old man and not a knight.
Coronavirus is what’s finally going to push me to no longer opt out. Because as much as I object to the TSA’s nude-o-scopes, I don’t want to be body-to-body with a TSA screener, having them touch me up and down (even in fresh gloves).