Re: “Security checks make flying a nightmare” (letter, 1-9).
Like the gentleman who wrote to complain about the intrusiveness of the Transportation Security Administration inspection, I am no longer young. I am also retired from the Army, my eyes are also blue, and my hair, when I had hair, was blond.
I usually make it through the airport checkpoints without any more, or less, hassle than anyone else. On the other hand, my son is, as I am, a pretty good-sized guy. Unlike me, his normal disposition is sunny, and he is usually smiling. Like almost every male of his age, he wears his hair short and has a “scruff” beard.
Unlike me, the distilled essence of pale, Northern European white guy, my son is every inch of his Mediterranean heritage. His appearance would excite no comment in Spain, the south of France, Italy, Greece, Turkey or the Middle East. But, despite being born in Seattle and growing up in Pierce County, every time he flies, he and his luggage are searched.
He has become somewhat philosophical about it; I would be screaming mad.
Apparently, the letter writer thinks his appearance should exempt him from the search. It should exempt him no more than my son’s should get him searched every time.