TSA Agent Accuses Black Woman of Smuggling — Then Discovers She Runs Customs...
Chapter 12
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Harriet acknowledged Leighton's words with a slight nod. "I appreciate that, Ms. Leighton. However, I need to understand precisely what happened and why it happened. We can't gloss over the possibility that protocol was violated, or that bias may have played a role."The mention of bias caused a ripple of unease. A few agents exchanged glances, but Harriet remained poised, eyes unwavering.Leighton motioned for everyone to sit around a large conference table. Harriet took the seat at the head. Once everyone settled, Harriet turned to Grant, her expression unreadable."Agent Fowler," she began. "I recognize you from this morning. You were the first to check my ID, correct?"Grant nodded, feeling sweat trickle along his spine. "Yes, ma'am. I verified your ID and boarding pass.""I also believe I saw you again around the coffee kiosk, and later at the gate," Harriet continued. "You seemed concerned about my presence in the terminal. Could you share with us why you found me suspicious?"It felt like an interrogation, but Harriet's tone wasn't accusatory; it was probing.Grant swallowed hard. "I... well, it was a combination of factors. I saw you looking at what appeared to be security footage on your phone, and I noticed you conversing with a pilot in a manner that suggested a prior acquaintance. You seemed very calm, which was unusual given the crowds and delays. I didn't know who you were at the time, so I was just trying to be vigilant."Harriet listened without interruption. "Did you suspect I was carrying contraband, or did your suspicion stem purely from my demeanor?"Grant struggled to keep his voice steady. "I had no concrete reason to believe you were carrying anything illegal. My concern was more about potential security risks. You seemed well-informed about airport operations, and that made me wonder if you could be a threat."A subtle flicker of disappointment crossed Harriet's face. "I see. And was my race a factor in your suspicion?"Grant felt a chill. He had dreaded this question all day. "No, ma'am. At least, not consciously. I never intended to single you out based on race."Harriet studied him carefully, as though measuring the sincerity of his words. Then she turned to Cain, who was seated uneasily across the table.