Listen to me dammit! I only have 30 seconds of fame left!!!
On Monday, a Federal Air Marshal Service spokesman, Dave Adams, said that the suspicious characters on Flight 327 were musicians. The man in the yellow shirt was a drummer, he said. “We interviewed all 14 of these individuals,” Adams said. “They were members of a Syrian band” traveling to a gig at a casino near Los Angeles, he said, adding that their names were run through “every possible” data bank and terrorist watch list. “They were scrubbed. Nothing came back.”
Annie Jacobsen isn’t convinced. I asked her about the inevitable charge that ethnic stereotyping was driving her narrative. “I am simply not a racist,” she said. “I travel everywhere. This situation was entirely different. I have never been so terrified.”
I’m still waiting to hear her explanation for this:
I looked around to see if any other passengers were watching. I immediately spotted a distraught couple seated two rows back. The woman was crying into the man’s shoulder. He was holding her hand. I heard him say to her, “You’ve got to calm down.” Behind them sat the once pleasant-smiling, goatee-wearing man.
I grabbed my son, I held my husband’s hand and, despite the fact that I am not a particularly religious person, I prayed. The last man came out of the bathroom, and as he passed the man in the yellow shirt he ran his forefinger across his neck and mouthed the word “No.”
Better that than “Auuugh!”
(Added): Annie wins a coveted Prick of thre Week