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Cop Spits in a Black Woman’s Face at the Airport — Unaware She Is the FBI Director

Cop Spits in a Black Woman’s Face at the Airport — Unaware She Is the FBI Director

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The question, phrased with precise legal accuracy, visibly irritated Hayes. He hated when they talked back; he hated when they used big words."I ask the questions here. You look nervous. People who aren't hiding things don't look nervous.""I assure you, I'm just trying to catch a flight back to D.C.," Valerie said, her gaze steady, refusing to break eye contact."D.C., huh?" Hayes scoffed, tapping her ID against his palm. "Let me guess: going to some protest? Causing some trouble?"The racial undertone was as subtle as a sledgehammer. Valerie felt a cold, familiar anger coil in her stomach, but her face remained entirely impassive. "I work in government."Hayes let out a sharp, derisive bark of laughter. "Right, government? Sure you do. Probably pushing papers at the DMV. Open the bag.""No," Valerie said.The word hung in the air. The bustling noise of the TSA checkpoint seemed to drop by several decibels. A nearby TSA agent, a young woman named Brenda, looked over with wide, terrified eyes, clearly knowing what Hayes was capable of.Hayes stepped into Valerie's personal space, his face inches from hers, smelling of cheap cologne and tobacco. "Excuse me? What did you just say to me, girl?"
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