As an Iranian-American with a Muslim background I look forward to working with you. It’s not enough to be stopped for random searches or be asked if I speak my language. Never really sure which language you are referring to. It’s not enough to be made an example of or remind companions to make ZERO comments about terrorism and bombs when near me because they are white and will not be taken seriously while I am escorted into a secret room where I will be questioned repeatedly and possibly sent on some permanent vacation to a far away nameless place where I get to wear an orange jumpsuit. No, it is not enough. I want you to scan my body and put all my organs on display. I want you to share with the world if I am on my period and the number of scars I have from surgery or stitches or falls. Will this tell me if I have cancer in addition to causing it? Please let me know. I want you, TSA, to continue to strip me not only of my clothes, but all of my basic human rights.
I want you, TSA, to bring Big Brother to life. To instill more and more and more fear into everyone’s minds. I want you to turn us into true zombies, feeding on our own flesh. I want you to make me scared, no longer just scary. I want you to make me doubt myself, to make my paranoia rise to such great heights that I asphyxiate on my panic and the panic of others. I want you to make every single person who comes into contact with you afraid to ever look another human being in the eyes. I want you to make us all cower at the site of humanity. I want you to make us forget what it was like before there were borders and forget what it was like to wait at the gate and forget who we are. I want you to keep me from traveling and seeing the world.
I thank you TSA for helping lead us into a new world order of fear and propaganda and loathing and anger and more and more and more hatred. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.