Racial Profiling First Hand
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
You have to read through the letter below, sent to the ACLU, United/Continental Airlines, and/or a willing private lawyer (anybody?) to get to the meaning of the acronym.
What price Freedom, indeed. If the below is democracy and freedom, you can friggin' have it. Maybe Paul Robeson was right:
To Whom It May Concern,
My name is Vance Gilbert.
I live in Arlington, MA.
I am a homeowner, having been here 10+ years, I have a partner, and we have two 52lb Standard Poodles.
I am a 6 foot tall, bespectacled, slightly greying, 52 year old, 230 lb African-American male with a close hair cut.
On August 14, 2011, I boarded United Airlines Flight UA #3483 from Boston to Dulles on time and was seated in an isle seat #9C on an Embraer 170. I was dressed in shorts, baseball hat, t-shirt, hiking boots, and unbuttoned Jimmy Buffett Hawaiian shirt (covered with airplanes). As the door was being closed, we were told it was a full flight, meaning 70 - 80 people. I had my backpack under the seat in front of me, and my fanny pack/wallet behind my heels.
After the doors were closed the flight attendant came down the isle checking security buckling, bag clearance etc., and asked if she could put my fanny pack above me in the overhead bin. I replied to her that I'd be fine just stuffing it next to my backpack under seat in front of me as it contained my wallet etc and that I'd rather have it near. She seemed fine with that resolution. All that was done without consternation or belligerence, and I thought nothing of it.
Now, I am a musician by trade and an amateur aviation historian, studying mostly European transport aircraft between WW1 and WW2, and some after. I was on my way to two different music festivals. When I travel I delve into reading about this era of aviation. I had taken out and was reading a book of Polish Aircraft circa 1946 and I was also looking at views of an Italian aircraft from 1921.
I think you see where this is going...
The plane went all the way out to the take-off point, in the queue for take-off. All the while I noticed a lot of phone pinging back and forth between the flight attendants. The young woman flight attendant was also crouched next to and conversing seriously to a dead-heading pilot about 4 seats up on the other side. The plane then proceeded to turn around and head all the way back to the gate. Once at the gate, the jet bridge was positioned. The Captain announced, "We have a minor issue, and we will continue our departure once it's resolved." He left the aircraft.
After about 5 - 10 minutes, 2 Mass State Policemen, 1 or 2 TSA Agents, and the bursar for the flight come down the aisle and motion me to get off of the plane. I do not remember if they called me by name. We stepped out into the breezeway where one of the State policemen asked how I was doing that day.
I replied, "Sir, I think you're going to tell me I could be doing much better..."
Policeman: "Did you have a problem with your bag earlier?"
Me: "No sir, not at all. The flight attendant wanted it secured elsewhere other than behind my feet, and I opted to put it under the seat in front of me. It's my wallet, even though there's only 30 bucks in it…And all that was done without belligerence, or words for that matter…it was all good.
A few beats...
Policeman: "Sir, were you looking at a book of airplanes?"
Me: "Yes sir I was. I am a musician for money, but for fun I study old aircraft and build models of them, and the book I was reading was of Polish Aircraft from 1946."
Policeman: "Would you please go get that book so that i can see it?"
I go back onto the plane - all eyes are on me like I was a common criminal. Total humiliation part 2.
After a couple of minutes he says, "Why, this is all Snoopy Red Baron stuff..."
Me: "Yes sir, actually the triplane you see is Italian, from 1921 a little after World War 1..."
Policeman: "No problem here then, you can go on back on to the plane, sorry to inconvenience you...and have a nice flight".
We were now at least, after re-queuing, over an hour late. No one looked me in the eye, flight attendants, passengers. I missed my next connection, and had to cancel that portion of the flight (fair $ value equaling ??) and rent a car ($270) plus fuel ($30) to my work (lost 1/2 wages = $100), and I was afraid to read for the next two flights.
I silently wept the whole flight to DC. I've never been so frightened or humiliated. I'm shaking even writing this.
How much money was lost between the airline, the other travelers? - I couldn't begin to calculate.
How damaged am I from this experience? I'm not feeling particularly American. I'm angry, dumbfounded, frightened.
Would this have happened to the 30-ish Caucasian woman sitting across the aisle from me (who left her seat, water bottle, and book, never to be seen for the rest of the "completely full" flight)? Is it now against the law to be dark and read a book about historic aircraft?
What's my take-away from this experience as a taxpayer, United Airlines patron, Black Man, teacher, mentor, American? I was brokenhearted and speechless as I overheard my friend's wife try to explain to her kids what happened and what he and I were talking about over dinner. They never did get why.
What do I tell your children?
What do I do now - please advise?
Please contact me at the email above
Thanks in advance,
Flying While Black & Reading Antique Aviation Books
DID YOU LOOK IT UP?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Don't lie - you did too…
Let's be for real, until an area of the map on your Map-Of-The-World shower curtain erupts in the news, most of us are woefully non-cognizant - ignorant even - of that country's location, capital, and leader. And yes, we grit our teeth at going to Wikipedia, as we feel like we're short cutting to knowledge. Hey, our kids in school aren't even allowed to use it as a resource when doing a research paper.
First thing - Wiki will tell you where Egypt is on the map. There's plenty of folks who couldn't find it, indeed. Wikipedia isn't a bad primer for most anything, as it at least allows you to know that the thing you research actually exists.
You want a fairly in-depth study of Poland? Read "God's Playground" by Davies. How about Belgium's role in the Congo? Read "King Leopold's Ghost" by Hochschild. You want to know where these places are and what their borders looked like at the time in history you're interested in? Go to Wikipedia.
I know little about Egypt, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton aside. My next door neighbor is Egyptian. She's elderly, and I occasionally shovel her walk.
I know they flew Russian made aircraft for defense. I know they also fly F-16's. I know I love to say "Boutros Boutros Ghali". I know that there are those that wince at Mubarak's ouster because he is at the helm of one of the only working active peace treaties between an officially Muslim country and Israel. But then there's questionable human rights, elections, arms sales to the Hutus…the list goes on…
I figure any route that educates us as to what's up is a plus.
Irony Of The Day -
Many of you know that when I am not folk singing, I am an amateur yet avid aviation historian. And though I build model airplanes as part of this hobby/study, I don't tend to build warplanes. Part moral compunction, part my way of getting "air time" for frequently ignored civil aircraft, particularly between WW1 and WW2. I appreciate all modeling, whoever does it, of whatever subject, yet I have just chosen my niche. Power to all of us….
Well, I clicked through a link posted by modeler at one of the civil aviation sites I moderate, and it turned out to be a Christian modeling site, complete with scripture videos lessons on applying decals and paint. At most every turn on this site was some link, some thing, to bring the reader closer to being a Christian.
Well, the picture forum on that site's front page had 19 pictures of finished models. One was a fire truck, the other was a Ford Galaxie. Every other picture was of a warplane, each complete with guns, bombs, and national insignia including swastikas. At the top was a Psalm on hating evil.
I'm just saying...