The Human Spirit: Who is the Enemy?
Aug 4, 2004 By BARBARA SOFER Picture this scene. Newark International Airport in New Jersey. As usual, I’m tapped out of the line for additional security check. Either my head covering or my American passport issued in Jerusalem places me on the dangerous passenger list. I’m usually good-natured about this. After all, who understands the importance of security better than an Israeli? I’m nimble, and I’m prepared. To save time, I wear shoes with Velcro bands. I easily stretch my arms, doing the cha cha in footprint markers, and I’ve even been asked to flip the waistband on my skirt. This time, I actually hear one of the security men order another “to pick the one in the red cap for selection.” Selection, mind you, not inspection. The word does get my Jewish back up. Then, not one, but two chairs are set up in the restricted section. I’ve been selected and so has a fellow El Al passenger, Shoshana Weinstein. Readers of this column will remember Shoshana’s unusual story. Her son Adam, 14,
