I recently returned from a missionary trip to Asia. I flew out of Jacksonville , Florida to Dallas. I flew from Dallas to Hong Kong, from Hong Kong to Manila, and then from Manila to my final destination somewhere else in the Philippines. I covered almost 20,000 miles on by the time it was over and I would like to simply relate to you a handful of anecdotes that reflect, in my opinion the true state of freedom in America.
To begin with, this trip was in the works for months, and my biggest concern was not the Muslim hotbed I was traveling to , but rather what my own countrymen might do to me as I tried to leave. As it stands, if you are making a trip of this magnitude, it is, as far as I can tell, impossible not to interact with the Department of Homeland Security. I had no desire to be groped or body-scanned, but the TSA is counting on the fact that you are willing to endure such abuses in order to make your trip. I could have made a scene, but they would have stopped me from traveling (at the very least) and processed me as a bad guy at the very worst. So I stood in line, removed my shoes, my belt, my hat, and emptied my pockets. I stepped inside the body scanner and adopted the ‘I surrender’ pose and then on the other side of the scanner began to redress myself in full view of strangers. I know this is the new normal, but that, dear readers, is not normal. On the far wall, visible as you are being violated is a sign that says something like ‘9/11-We will Never forget’. I suppose that is there to make me feel better about the process, but since I think 9/11 was an inside job, the fact that I was being reminded to remember did nothing to lessen my anxiety. Just before you step into the body scanner there is an interesting sign. The sign says, more or less that TSA employees are people too, with feelings. The sign goes on to say that snide comments towards TSA employees or derogatory comments about the procedures will be taken as a threat to their persons and dealt with accordingly.
Now, before my neo-con friends interrupt me with songs of praise for the ‘first responders’ in the ‘new war on America’ and before my conservative friends warn me about the Muslim hiding behind every bush or start to chirp about ‘freedom isn’t free’ , please keep reading.
I left Jacksonville after having been seen nude by a total stranger and flew to Dallas where I had a substantial lay-over. Over the loudspeaker at the Dallas airport I was constantly reminded that the DHS had laid down new rules and regulations with which I was expected to comply. Literally every 5 or 6 minutes they would announce that any bags left unattended for any period of time would be confiscated and destroyed. By sheer repetition I began to feel paranoid and did not take my eyes off of my bag. Everywhere in the airport there were direction to do this or don’t do that. DHS and TSA people were seemingly everywhere and eyed everybody suspiciously. Against the State: An ... Best Price: $5.02 Buy New $5.52 (as of 11:35 EST - Details)
From Dallas I took a 17 hour trip to Hong Kong, which is titularly owned and run by the communist Chinese. I went through their security checkpoint and was expecting nothing short of a cavity search. While I have no love for the communists, I will say this; the checkpoint was ridiculously humane compared to the TSA. I set my bag down, sending it through an x-ray machine. I walked through a metal detector, shoes on , and was instructed to empty my pockets on the other side. I was wanded, thanked for my time, and was through the entire security apparatus in less than 3 minutes. The overall vibe was one notch above a security guard at the mall.
I can already tell what you’re thinking. You are thinking that the TSA HAS to act like a bunch of thugs. After all, terrorists are hiding behind every bush and they won’t rest until America the Great Satan has fallen. I’ve heard it all, trust me, and assuming that to be the case, let me encourage you to keep reading.
From Hong Kong I flew to Manila. Manila is possibly the most horrid airport on earth, although I suppose until I have visited every airport on earth, I can’t say for certain. Manila is however, an amazing example of third- Extreme Prejudice: The... Best Price: $3.87 Buy New $12.64 (as of 07:05 EST - Details) world inefficiency. Nobody knows where anything is in the Manila airport and nothing opens or closes when it is supposed to. But still airport terminals are a temporary place by nature so I soldiered on to my final destination in Mindanao.
Mindanao, in case you didn’t know, does have a substantial population of Muslims. You see them everywhere and although I don’t endorse Islam by a long shot, I must say that if Islam really was the problem, it would seem like the bombs would never stop in Mindanao. This may be the opinion of an unenlightened buffoon, but there it is. Despite being everywhere you go, there was no overt hostility towards me even as I preached in public to large crowds of them. My fellow Americans concerns that I would get my head chopped off the first day have proven to be unfounded.
The other thing that didn’t happen in Mindanao was that the police weren’t called. As a public preacher in America I deal with the police regularly, but while overseas I preached everywhere from a street corner to a Catholic nursing home and not once did anyone complain. Not once did an officer of the law stop me or harass me. I literally stood on the top of a van in the market with a loudspeaker and preached to people buying their 9/11 Ten Years Later: ... Best Price: $2.40 Buy New $2.99 (as of 07:45 EST - Details) groceries and nobody called the authorities. I had to explain to my Filipino brothers that it was not so in the ‘land of the free’.
Mindanao has had its share of Muslim-tinged violence. There really has been bombings, as opposed to the phony terror plots trotted out by the DHS to justify their jobs. So how did they address the need for beefed up security? Well when I went to the mall there was a private security guard there who briefly ran his hand over the small of my back to make sure I didn’t have a gun. I may have had to also take my hat off. That was it, That was the entire exercise, and once you got accustomed to it, you could almost go through it without breaking stride.
After a few days in country, it was time to return back to America. I checked my bags in Mindanao and was waiting for the plane to begin boarding when my name was called over the intercom. I headed back through the reasonable security and was flagged down by a very courteous baggage handler. He led me to a back room where several security officers were waiting. I must admit, I thought this could go very badly. They asked me politely ( and by politely I mean they really were polite, as opposed to the fax-politeness of American thugs) to open my bag. They stood by quietly as I rummaged through dirty laundry until I located the object of their concern; a bracket that sort of looked like a weapon. I removed it, showed it to them, and explained its function. Despite the language barrier, they agreed that it wasn’t a weapon, and they thanked me for my time. I walked Black 9/11: Money, Mot... Best Price: $3.87 Buy New $11.50 (as of 08:15 EST - Details) back through the security checkpoint and was waived through because they recognized me. I boarded the plane and headed back to Manila. From Manila I went to Hong Kong where I once again went through the security checkpoint that took almost 4 minutes this time. I boarded the plane and we landed in Dallas.
Back in the ‘land of the free’ we were herded into a disorganized and confused line where our bags were searched and our personages assaulted. We were handed confusing declaratory forms while costumed uniformed officers wandered up and down the line barking out orders for us to have our papers in order lest we be detained. To leave the airport we had to go through the same procedures as if we were entering the airport and it took almost two hours to clear it all. One lady in line with us told a completely unsympathetic officer that at this rate she would miss her connecting flight. The officer shrugged his shoulders in helplessness and proceeded on down the line to remind us that all they needed to see was our documentation, The man actually said, at the top of his lungs, “We don’t want to see your vacation pictures.”
I am not unbiased in all this, and never claimed to be. I think the ‘war on terror’ is almost entirely a hoax, and I believe most of what DHS and TSA does to be unconstitutional., so yes I have a small axe to grind, but I have not cherry-picked these incidents to prove my point. In light of my experience, I ask you dear reader to draw your own conclusion about ‘freedom’.
Reprinted with the author’s permission.