Originally posted by MossyRocks Given my experience with the TSA when I was still exclusively shooting film this seems entirely possible. Never failed when I brought my camera bag through security I would get pulled aside, have the bag emptied, everything examined in detail, get questioned about the release cable, have everything swabbed down to check for explosives, etc. What is worse is that a number of times I have brought through banned items unintentionally because I was out hunting the weekend before and left a fist full of shotgun shell or rifle round in the inner pocket of my coat and they never found them.
When I was living in N Ireland in the early '80s, during "the troubles", I used to sometimes fly from Belfast to London. At that stage, there was a dedicated terminal at Heathrow for just this route. After disembarking from the plane, we were funnelled into single-file to enter the terminal, where uniformed and non-uniformed police and security would eye-ball us and pick out the shifty-looking ones for further investigation.
Most people went through unchallenged. However, I was always pulled out of the line and interrogated. Something about being a tall strongly-built bloke with a beard set the red lights flashing (figuratively). On one occasion, I had had enough, and started tearing into them, saying "Why do you always pick me? What about that little old lady with the knitting over there? Why don't you ever check people like that?". On hearing my Australian accent, they saw the humour in the situation and waved me on.
On another occasion, I was walking around Belfast early one foggy Sunday morning, taking pictures of old abandoned buildings along the River Lagan with my OM-1 (see below). An armoured car rushed past and came to a screeching halt. The rear doors flung open and several soldiers with automatic weapons and red brushes on their hats (in the manner of Marvin the Martian) piled out and surrounded me. Why was I taking pictures of them? (I wasn't). Again, I obviously have that terrorist look. I eventually convinced them I was no threat (again, the accent may have helped) and they left, thankfully leaving my film untouched.
The treatment you get from security officials can depend on who you are, or more to the point, what you look like. The real terrorists are the little old ladies with knitting.