How well I recall an incident some years pre-9/11, when "jihad is the way; sharia is the goal" was not even on my radar, when some primitive, lizard-like part of my brain/gut feeling was telling me that perhaps it wasn't the wisest idea to board a flight bound to London from Amsterdam. The reason: nosy moi had espied the names on some sheets of paper being toted by Schiphol security. One of the names is etched into my brain to this day: the redundantly monikered Mohammed Mohammed. Despite my reservations, I ended up boarding the flight--but only after every single piece of baggage had been removed and matched to the names on the flight roster, and every piece of superfluous luggage belonging to Mo and his friends removed from the baggage hold. The flight eventually proceeded, but not without some incident, likely unrelated to the Muslim no-shows. What happened was that the tires blew out upon take-off, and we were greeted upon arrival in London with a befoamed runway and the flashing lights and sirens of ambulances. Not exactly a scene to inspire confidence in flying the friendly skies, especially if, like me, you don't exult in flying to begin with.
I recalled this incident--not exactly with a sense of nostalgia--when I heard about the three chicks in the gal bag who were allowed to board a plane in Montreal without having to reveal their faces to security officials. The thing that got me was the way that the CTV news channel was quite snippy about the chap who happened to record the security breach. The implication being that this gent must have had some particular animus toward these women, or else why would he have gone to all the trouble of filming them?
Um, maybe it was because, as he cogently explained to CTV talking head Marcia MacMillan, he was concerned that such obvious lapses did not serve the interest of the flying public; he himself was reluctant to get on the plane, although he ended up doing so.
Or is it now "Islamophobic" to even express such common sense concerns?