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Muslims kicked off plane

I was going to title this post “Snakes on a Plane,” but no one saw that movie so I decided against that.

You know this story. Two families are getting on a plane and discussing where the safest place to sit might be. They are overheard and reported to authorities. They are Muslim. They are summarily taken off the plane and interviewed by the FBI The FBI deems them safe, but AirTran will not let them back on the airplane. As a matter of fact, AirTran refuses to let them take any plane, anywhere.

So, we have the rights of an airline pitted against the rights of these American citizens.

From CNN: AirTran Airways apologized Friday to members of a Muslim family for kicking them off a plane and refusing to rebook them despite requests from FBI agents who had cleared them of wrongdoing.

The families of Atif Irfan, a tax attorney, and his brother Kashif Irfan, an anesthesiologist, were removed from a flight in Washington before takeoff Thursday after a passenger reported hearing Atif Irfan’s wife say something suspicious.

The FBI interviewed the family and cleared them of wrongdoing.

“We regret that the issue escalated to the heightened security level it did,” AirTran said in a statement Friday afternoon. “But we trust everyone understands that the security and the safety of our passengers is paramount.” Read the full statement (more from CNN).

By |2009-01-02T21:16:15-04:00January 2nd, 2009|Civil Rights|Comments Off on Muslims kicked off plane

Three States Of Being

Last Thursday I took a plane trip from Houston, where I currently live, to Cincinnati. I lived in Cincinnati for 18 years.

When I woke up Thursday, I was with my wife at home. I was in my most familiar surroundings. I could come and go as I pleased.

Later, on the airplane, I was with strangers. I literally had no idea where I was at any given moment. When I looked out the window, what I saw for the most part was clouds. I was trapped on the plane until it landed.

In Cincinnati, I was not at home but I was somewhere I knew well. I was with friends and family, but as a guest rather than a resident. I was welcome, but I still had to go by other people’s rules.

Being in Cincinnati was in between waking up at home and flying on an airplane.

You could say that I had three states of being last Thursday.

By |2008-05-02T23:51:46-04:00May 2nd, 2008|General|Comments Off on Three States Of Being
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