By the third time I was insane. She had already patted my ass three times, as well as, my breasts. And Lawd, my crazy self don't know how to follow rules without some adjustments, so I was explaining the entire time how I felt this was a violation of my Constitutional Rights and one day the Supreme Court was going to wake up and do their job. I know the supervisor was tired of me, yes I said supervisor, cause if it had to be done, if someone had to rub their hands up my legs to my VAGINA, then the boss had better get her ass over here and explain it to me.
Now y'all know at 6:00 am in the morning is not the time to get smart with me. Well, no time really but this time I was trying to be patient but she just kept me waiting. And when I asked her when she planned on searching me, she said, "When I get ready." All hell naw, I asked for the supervisor immediately; And when she arrived I explained where the other TSA worker went wrong.
|This is what the body scan shows|
Lawd how does one stay sane when the world seems to have gone mad? I was so discombobulated when she was done, I went straight to the Starbucks line for some tea, and I could have used some vodka in my tea and I don't even drink. Then I stopped and got a bag of chocolate covered peanuts and almonds because one was not going to be enough for me to recover from this madness.
tweeted this madness.
But now sitting on the plane, I wonder how the supervisor felt as she had to rub her hands up my legs to my VAGINA; Not one, but three times; On top of that, listen to my mouth. Lawd Lawd, did she think I was as crazy as I believe these rules to be?
But I ask a larger question, how does one accept a job that requires them to assault and insult another person? And yes she was good and brain washed, especially the young sista who stood and watched. I know people gotta live. I get it and someone has got to do it. If not her, then who? I get it. But how does one stay sane in this madness? Yes, I get 9/11 too, I do. But I heard it said in a more dramatic way, "Do I deserve to live when I become the monster I'm trying to fight?"
And with that said, does it deserve to live? And if it does not die, how much does it erode our system? And then, what distinguishes us from the three headed monster we are trying to fight?
Now I could name a whole lot of other things that make us look more like the monster, but I'm not going to have that philosophical fight, today my fight is with the TSA worker patting me down like she was taking me to jail, where there are NO rights. In the meantime, until America regains itself, how do we remain sane in a mad world?
As for me, I will continue to stand for what is true and right and do it with grace and dignity!