[ by Charles Cameron — here’s an example of recursion as farce, closing in on tragedy ]
The last kid who searched me, a young Muslim boy with an immaculate line-beard and goatee, was particularly apologetic.
“Sorry bro. If it makes you feel any better, they search me before I fly too.”
From a Guardian “long read” with a great deal of airport frisking — and worth yout time:
Riz Ahmed, Typecast as a terrorist
So the frisker gets frisked by the friskers. I suppose that’s one answer to Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?