Mother Arrested for Not Wanting Her Daughter Groped

Here is the story:

A 41-year-old Clarksville woman was arrested after Nashville airport authorities say she was belligerent and verbally abusive to security officers, refusing for her daughter to be patted down at a security checkpoint.
Andrea Fornella Abbott yelled and swore at Transportation Security Administration agents Saturday afternoon at Nashville International Airport, saying she did not want her daughter to be “touched inappropriately or have her “crotch grabbed,” a police report states…
The arrest comes on the heels of public outrage over a video showing a pat-down of a 6-year-old girl at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. The April video prompted a new policy that took effect last month in which airport security screeners must try to avoid invasive pat-down searches of children.

Note they use the TSA’s term “pat-down” rather than what it is, a grope. Since I wasn’t there, I don’t know whether the mother crossed the line into truly being belligerent or was simply defending her daughter. When I opted-out in Memphis Monday, the matron was upset with me even though I was entirely within my rights to do so. So, when the TSA people turn nasty, it is easy to understand how the parent might respond in kind.

I’ll be going through security in Nashville tomorrow. Can hardly wait.

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2 thoughts on “Mother Arrested for Not Wanting Her Daughter Groped

  1. Might I suggest that grope is too nice a word. What the TSA agents are doing is sexually assaulting someone when they touch the genitals, whether inside or outside the clothes. It is totally unacceptable to my view.

    I will not visit the US by air as I refuse to be irradiated or assaulted by government officials. If they extend the screening to buses and trains then I won't come at all.

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