Until more parents start pulling more "stunts" like this one, the Thousands of Sexual Assaulters at airports around the nation will continue intentionally violating our Fourth Amendment-protected rights:
Andrea Fornella Abbott yelled and swore at Transportation Security Administration agents Saturday afternoon at Nashville International Airport, saying she did not want her daughter to be “touched inappropriately or have her “crotch grabbed,” a police report states.
After the woman refused to calm down, airport police said, she was charged with disorderly conduct and taken to jail. She has been released on bond.
Another source had a slightly different take on the story:
In an arrest report, police at the Nashville International Airport said Andrea Abbott refused to allow security guards to pat down her teenage daughter. Police said Abbott feared her daughter would be "touched inappropriately."
Authorities said Abbott eventually allowed the pat down but then tried to take cell phone video and started yelling when authorities asked her to stop.
I have absolutely no problems admitting this, but if I were ever responsible for a teenage female, there is no way on God’s Green Earth™ that some high school dropout who found his job on the inside of a pizza carton lid and now gets to sport a tin badge and blue gloves ("… two by two …") would be permitted to see her digitally naked or lay so much as a finger on her without her and my express permissions… which would not be forthcoming. And while I generally would have checked ahead and modified my travel plans accordingly (Baltimore is not that far of a drive from Nashville), I would have been more than happy to throw a fit at the security checkpoint, and, believe you me, my mother trained me quite well at embarrassing dumbasses in public.
Regarding photographing/videotaping the checkpoint and altercation, the rules are, of course, somewhat unclear… and, I would argue, intentionally so. Here in Tennessee, you may make whatever recording of whatever conversation you are engaged in so long as one party (namely: you) is aware that the recording is transpiring; however, I do not know what the local polices are at the Nashville International Airport. The TSA indicates they are ok with recording so long as "the screening process is not interfered with or slowed down", which could, of course, mean anything they want it to mean. In the end, if you can make the recording without attracting attention, and with a backup stored somewhere other than your recording device, you probably will be in better shape – I have Voice Recorder on my phone that will email me an audio record of whatever I tell it to, but OpenWatch is also an option.
However, even looking past the absolute ridiculousness of forcing a teenage girl to submit to a grope-and-poke just to board an airplane (if you can look past that egregious violation of a person’s space), there is one excerpt from the first news article that really gets my goat:
“No, it’s not an X-ray,” she [Sabrina Birge] told Abbott. “It is 10,000 times safer than your cell phone and uses the same type of radio waves as a sonogram.”
No, you blithering imbecile, the scanning systems at Nashville International do not use "the same type of radio waves as a sonogram" because a sonogram does not use radio waves! (If you know the slightest thing about etymology (or have ever had children), you can probably sort out that a sonogram uses sound waves – specifically, ultrasound.) In truth, the scanners in Nashville are the millimeter-wave variety, which, while safer than the ionizing radiation being spewed out by the backscatter scanners, will still show off a teenager’s naked body just as well.
Just think about this for a second – the halfwits entrusted with ensuring our safety do not even known how the equipment they are using works. How the hell can you be entrusted to use something competently and effectively if you do not even know how it works?
Which, I guess, explains the Transportation Security Administration’s batting average – how many terrorists have the TSA themselves stopped? Zero. Not a one. Nada. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. But boy do they like feeling up teenage girls!
(Courtesy of No Silence Here.)