Chapter 2 – Extract 2 from The Paradise Induction!
“Stand right here,” said the tall black guy in the common New York accent I’d heard on American television shows. His teeth protruded but he was well-groomed with a shaved head and the typical goatee that so many black American celebrities have. He ushered me over, not looking at me, and pointed toward a large glass box very similar to a futuristic prison I’d seen in science fiction films.
“Step inside, and sit,” he said, still not acknowledging me but looking to the other two security personnel, who were grinning back at him. He handed me a red tray. “Place all your belongings here.” I took my possessions out of the grey tray and moved them into the red tray, which he snatched without looking at me.
I walked inside the large glass box, and sat on the white bench with no back awaiting further instruction. He closed the door behind me and walked out of sight. I was a prisoner as onlookers in the airport continued through security checks, putting their bags on the conveyor belts of X-ray machines without issue.
The glass box was sufficiently isolated from the airport security queues to be conspicuous, and large enough to accommodate five average-size adult males with space to move.
Three dark-skinned airport security men and one woman—all in their mid-20s—stood around the sides of the glass box, smiling at their co-workers.
Two of them walked up to each other and fist bumped. The staff continued looking in on me with wry grins as if other plane passengers queueing were a zero percent security risk; as if to say, we’ve got our guy. The rest of you are free to go.
I retained a blank facial expression, but my anger screamed of past pains.
The tall black guy who had chosen to pull me from the queue, entered the glass box, and closed the door behind him.