If there weren’t any other issues to follow, I could find something egregious about TSA to post on virtually every day.
Today’s outrage: a female TSA agent laughingafter she spilled a man’s grandfather’s ashes on the floor of the airport.
The TSA’s own website says human remains are to be opened under, “no circumstances,” but must pass through the X-ray machine at the security checkpoint. Yet when John Gross tried to take his grandfather’s sealed and properly labeled remains through a checkpoint at Orlando’s airport yesterday,the TSA agent opened the sealed jar and started poking through it with her finger, and then she spilled it.
Gross says about a quarter to a third of the contents spilled on the floor, leaving him frantically trying to gather up as much as he could while anxious passengers waited behind him.
“She didn’t apologize. She started laughing. I was on my hands and knees picking up bone fragments. I couldn’t pick up all, everything that was lost.”
All of these anecdotes add up to one conclusion, a systematic and cultural disdain for the dignity and sanctity of individuals. What image comes to mind when you think of a uniformed agent laughing at such an outrage? Does it wear a swastika? Is this the country we wish to live in? If not, do we withdraw from the spheres such thugs hold, conceding the ground to them, as per those who advocate “Stop flying”—or do we withdraw our consent from their governance?