Silly me. I thought flying on 9/11 would be easy. I figured most people would choose not to fly that day so lines would be short, planes would be lightly filled and though security might be ratcheted up, we’d all feel safer knowing we had come a long way since that dreadful Tuesday morning 10 years ago.
But then armed officers stormed my plane, threw me in handcuffs and locked me up.
A chilling account of running afoul of another passenger’s paranoia – and the security apparatus it set in motion – in post-9/11 North America.
I manage to avoid a whole lot of horseshit because I’m white, male, straight and middle-class. It gives me a truly skewed view of the world; pieces like these serve as corrective lenses.
