True, we live in an age of terrorism, but St. Maarten would be such an easy target that stopping motorcycle riders from crossing the border, on a whim, makes no sense. I travel the island by motorbike, jeep and boat and I see how easy it would be, should I wish, to do someone or something harm.
When I posted my story of being turned back at the border, having been told by the officer that I was being refused entry to Dutch St. Maarten because I posed a security threat, I did so with humor. After all, by the time I reached home they had reopened the roads and obviously I was no longer Dangerous Dan the Mad Biker Man.
Having read my facebook post, some folks commented that it was better that they stopped people in order to keep us all safe. Sorry, but that is like saying “if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear,” and if that is what you truly believe, then I suggest you read the famous lines by Pastor Martin Niemoller (1892 – 1984) that begin: In Germany, first they came for the Communists and I did not speak out …
Being stopped and ‘controlled’ (the clue is in the word) is rarely pleasant. Many officers forget that they are there to serve the public and it is the public who pay their wages. I don’t care if they are having a bad day, or that their wife has left them or their by-side is boinking their best friend. The power they enjoy as law enforcement officers allows them to get away with a bad attitude. Heaven forbid should you try and reciprocate.
And so we live in a world bent out of shape, fearful of terrorists and more and more those who seek to protect us from them. And we take off our shoes, and give them our fingerprints and look into scanners while they pickle our eyeballs and stagger forward, holding up our pants as our belts are x-rayed and sweaty strangers grope between our legs and leer at our naked bodies through alien machines so that we can fly somewhere, where they get to do it all over again.
Do I have the answer? Well, you can smile through it all. Have a rant in a blog. Stop traveling, certainly by air …
… or ride your motorbike and when you see a control, shout and do a big fat wheelie knowing life is wonderful and you’ve made someone’s day!