The trouble with terrorism

I flew home to Milwaukee last night.

When I got on the plane, cialis sale drugstore I noticed that the young man next to me was of Arab descent…had a full beard…and was extraordinarily nervous.

He kept checking his watch and clenching his fist, viagra sale viagra but there was no expression on his face.

He also just stared straight ahead the entire flight. He never looked at a magazine or gazed out the window.

The truth is his entire demeanor freaked me out.

Especially since I was flying on the same day that terrorist leader Al-Zarqawi had been killed in Iraq.

I will admit, help I thought the young man in the seat next to me might have been a danger. For the entire flight, I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

This is how terrorism works.

It makes us suspect our neighbors.

It makes us afraid to get on a plane…or a bus…or walk in a mall.

I’d like to take this moment to apologize to the young man who sat next to me on that flight. I’m sorry I suspected you because of your beard, your nationality, your youth, and your apparent fear of flying.

But I’ll also say that in the same circumstances, I would again watch the gentleman in the seat next to me as carefully as possible.

I don’t know how I could do anything else in the world remade by 9-11.

3 comments June 9th, 2006