Recently, I have been watching passengers moving through TSA lines. They shuffle along, don’t make eye contact, obey all instructions, submit to full-body scanners, have their luggage pawed through, and watch others get called out for additional screening. All the while, most hope that they can move through TSA inspections quickly and quietly, without being noticed.
Parents cringe when their children protest being patted down by uniformed strangers, not because the pat downs border on abuse, but because they hate to see their kids cause a stir. I feel, somewhere in this shuffle through threatening uniforms, we are losing the American soul. Worse, children and teenagers growing up under these kinds of “normal” searches are losing their internal compass of freedom.