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Note: my apologies - I yanked the post because to be honest this whole thing has be up a tree just a little bit - not that it was me of whom I was writing, of course. Probably someone else.
OK, now that all the potential problems for other people seem to have dissipated, I will repost the story.
On 9/19 I decided to head up to NJ to see the old man. So I get dressed and put on my empty holster as always when I fly to silly places that see fit to violate my fundamental human rights and threaten me with violence if I dare exercise them.
I'd not slept a wink in well over 24 hours, so I was pretty short on the rope. I got to the airport in Charleston and went through security. A plain clothes agent (FBI?) noticed the holster and polite asked whether I had my weapon with me, to which I politely responded, "no". He smiled and bid me good day. I declined the porno-scanner and so they did the porno-feel. TSA agent noticed the holster and we got to talking about carry guns. I went to the gate, no problems. People clearly noticed the holster but said nothing and did not act as if they were about to jump out of their skins.
Got on the plane, arrived at Dulles and walked through 3/4 of the terminals to get to my flight to EWR. Several cops saw the holster but said nothing. Got on the plane to Newark, same deal as the other plane - nobody freaking out or even looking the least bit uncomfortable. I deplane in Newark, walk through the secure area past several cops and other security personnel, most not noticing but one or two seeing the holster. Nothing.
I got into the open terminal and was milling about for a good 15 minutes - turned out pops had misunderstood me and we missed each other. All of a sudden this big fat Port Authority cop with a bald head starts bellowing "can I help you". I didn't even realize he was talking to me at first until he stomped up to me and bellowed the same question, to which I said, "I beg your pardon?" This appeared to annoy him and he asked again and I said "no". He appeared to like this even less and asked what I was doing with "that thing". By now I was a bit annoyed with his shitty tone and refused to answer. He asked, "who are you?" to which I responded with "who are you?"
So from there it deteriorated, asking whether I was under arrest - no you are being detained. Why? Because of that. A piece of plastic? Do you have a weapon? No. Can I search your bag? Not without a warrant.
OK, stay put while I get my supervisor, step away from the bag. I stayed put. He radioed. Three buddies show up in front and about 5 behind me. Get your hand out of your pocket. I had 4 fingers barely in my pocket. I asked whether it was an order and they said, "no, we're asking", so I said "no". Some little cockroach comes up behind me and cuffs my wrists, closing them such that my wrists were cut. I protested, he told me to shut the fuck up. I mentioned the violation of my rights. He said I had no rights and that he could do anything he wanted with me. They took my wallet and my phone with which I was recording the event. I registered my non-consent to which they said "we don't need your consent". Lovely.
Total of 12 cops showed, one telling me how he'd have shot me if he'd seen me with the holster on. Most of them were very ill mannered.
Supervisor shows - the only one to act in a civil manner to me. By then the FBI was there - two agents - as well as TSA and several others. Bomb dogs called in to check my bag and THE PLANE in which I arrived. FBI took photo of the holster on my belt, but not of me. They copied my DL.
Next: EMT shows and starts asking if I hear voices, do I want to hurt anyone. They'd brought in a strap-down chair to haul me away. To her credit, the young miss was honest and told them there was no basis for keeping me, and this REALLY annoyed them as they attempted to get her to change her story - all this going on right in front of me as if I didn't exist. They'd been trying their best to get me riled, but they failed miserably.
The one thing the supervisor said that annoyed me was that my "story" had "inconsistencies". When I asked what they were he refused to answer. At that point they were clearly fucking with me in an effort to get a rise so they could arrest me. Sadly for them, I am a little too well possessed of myself and after 2+ hours and a pair of bleeding wrists they let me go.
Fatso's shield was 1136. If you are ever there, beware of a slob with a bald head. He seems unstable.
I gave them nothing.
Note: my apologies - I yanked the post because to be honest this whole thing has be up a tree just a little bit - not that it was me of whom I was writing, of course. Probably someone else.
OK, now that all the potential problems for other people seem to have dissipated, I will repost the story.
On 9/19 I decided to head up to NJ to see the old man. So I get dressed and put on my empty holster as always when I fly to silly places that see fit to violate my fundamental human rights and threaten me with violence if I dare exercise them.
I'd not slept a wink in well over 24 hours, so I was pretty short on the rope. I got to the airport in Charleston and went through security. A plain clothes agent (FBI?) noticed the holster and polite asked whether I had my weapon with me, to which I politely responded, "no". He smiled and bid me good day. I declined the porno-scanner and so they did the porno-feel. TSA agent noticed the holster and we got to talking about carry guns. I went to the gate, no problems. People clearly noticed the holster but said nothing and did not act as if they were about to jump out of their skins.
Got on the plane, arrived at Dulles and walked through 3/4 of the terminals to get to my flight to EWR. Several cops saw the holster but said nothing. Got on the plane to Newark, same deal as the other plane - nobody freaking out or even looking the least bit uncomfortable. I deplane in Newark, walk through the secure area past several cops and other security personnel, most not noticing but one or two seeing the holster. Nothing.
I got into the open terminal and was milling about for a good 15 minutes - turned out pops had misunderstood me and we missed each other. All of a sudden this big fat Port Authority cop with a bald head starts bellowing "can I help you". I didn't even realize he was talking to me at first until he stomped up to me and bellowed the same question, to which I said, "I beg your pardon?" This appeared to annoy him and he asked again and I said "no". He appeared to like this even less and asked what I was doing with "that thing". By now I was a bit annoyed with his shitty tone and refused to answer. He asked, "who are you?" to which I responded with "who are you?"
So from there it deteriorated, asking whether I was under arrest - no you are being detained. Why? Because of that. A piece of plastic? Do you have a weapon? No. Can I search your bag? Not without a warrant.
OK, stay put while I get my supervisor, step away from the bag. I stayed put. He radioed. Three buddies show up in front and about 5 behind me. Get your hand out of your pocket. I had 4 fingers barely in my pocket. I asked whether it was an order and they said, "no, we're asking", so I said "no". Some little cockroach comes up behind me and cuffs my wrists, closing them such that my wrists were cut. I protested, he told me to shut the fuck up. I mentioned the violation of my rights. He said I had no rights and that he could do anything he wanted with me. They took my wallet and my phone with which I was recording the event. I registered my non-consent to which they said "we don't need your consent". Lovely.
Total of 12 cops showed, one telling me how he'd have shot me if he'd seen me with the holster on. Most of them were very ill mannered.
Supervisor shows - the only one to act in a civil manner to me. By then the FBI was there - two agents - as well as TSA and several others. Bomb dogs called in to check my bag and THE PLANE in which I arrived. FBI took photo of the holster on my belt, but not of me. They copied my DL.
Next: EMT shows and starts asking if I hear voices, do I want to hurt anyone. They'd brought in a strap-down chair to haul me away. To her credit, the young miss was honest and told them there was no basis for keeping me, and this REALLY annoyed them as they attempted to get her to change her story - all this going on right in front of me as if I didn't exist. They'd been trying their best to get me riled, but they failed miserably.
The one thing the supervisor said that annoyed me was that my "story" had "inconsistencies". When I asked what they were he refused to answer. At that point they were clearly fucking with me in an effort to get a rise so they could arrest me. Sadly for them, I am a little too well possessed of myself and after 2+ hours and a pair of bleeding wrists they let me go.
Fatso's shield was 1136. If you are ever there, beware of a slob with a bald head. He seems unstable.
I gave them nothing.
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