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Skyway Robbery & The Dangers of Traveling Through The United States

[The following post is written by TDV Contributor Jayant Bhandari]

On 5th March 2014, I was detained at Detroit airport, just before I was to board the plane.

“I will decide if you will go on this plane or not,” shouted a US custom official with a stress on “I”, while keeping an eye on a young female official, perhaps in his continual attempt to impress her. In an instance I was reminded that I was in a warped space in “the land of the free” where the rule of law or even the rules of nature did not operate. Four “invincible and immortal” custom officials of the States [often spoken with stress and extreme tribal-pride] were to decide what was right and what was wrong.

Three men and one woman—men with bulging bodies, a likely result of too much steroid abuse, shaved heads, and heavily-scarred faces, perhaps a result to having abused many in foreign countries or in Detroit ghettos kept an eye on me. Thinking that I would not hear his murmuring, one male-officer asked another, “Would you stir him or shake him?”

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Best part was this

"For 30 minutes, the Delta’s Boeing 747 bound for Nagoya (Japan) waited for me, with the air hostesses lined up at the gate, frustratingly waiting for me. I had a checked-in luggage, which meant that the flight could not go without me."

Guess he had some power after all.

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Expose the madness.

Then, eliminate it. Call a spade a spade. Defund it.

its 'cos I owe ya, my young friend...
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then the IRS

So, why was I detained? My

So, why was I detained?

My guess is that I got embroiled in a situation where the male officers wanted to impress a female. They asked me how much cash I had. I told them it was around US$2,000, without any expression on my face, indeed without flattery and grovelling conduct they had got from virtually everyone before me. They kept on asking me personal questions, hoping to scare me. Then they asked me to sign a document on which they asked me to write exactly how much cash I had. Perhaps this was their spineless way to entrap me hoping to find a cent extra. I told them that I had about 20 different currencies and they would need to provide exchange rates to come up with an exact figure. The guy who had been shouting like a moron found my response to go against the impression he was trying to give his subordinates.

One of them picked up one of my bags and another one the other—as thieves do—and took them to a far corner without asking my permission and started ripping them apart. They now wanted any reason, however vague, to stop me from taking my plane.

They finally stumbled on my blank personal checks, which now according to them accounted towards the $10,000 upper limit of cash that I could carry with me. I was asked to explain how much cash I had in my bank accounts. The consequence of this is far reaching if taken to its logical conclusion: You should be able to show your net worth when passing through an American airport. This is a true police state.