Editor’s blog: Broughton’s right about airport security
I can’t say I’m in the least bit surprised that BA chairman Martin Broughton’s outburst about airport security checks has struck such a chord. Air travel is a bit of a misery at the best of times, especially if you travel Ryanair or aren’t sufficiently well-heeled to turn left as you enter a plane. But the security stuff of the last decade has made things far worse.
The kind of blanket measures that are currently used are oppressive, time-wasting and often entirely inconsistent. I don’t even want to think about the number of times I’ve had half a small tub of Sudocrem – baby nappy rash cream for the uninitiated – confiscated by one of the amazingly rude and unbending CAA goons at Stansted. That’s after I’ve been forced to sip baby milk and various other vile toddler organic smoothies in front of an unsmiling operative. How many terrorists have ever bought down a plane with all three of their dearly loved kids on it?
My point is that the current system, because it is so undiscriminating, is desperately unintelligent. It makes flight travel a misery for everyone which is exactly what the jihadist nut jobs want. We play precisely into their hands.
Sooner or later we’ve got to accept that airport security needs to get into a bit of intelligent profiling. So a 96 year old Bolivian nun heading from La Paz on the trip of a lifetime to Rome should probably attract less interest than a twenty year old male Yemeni who has paid cash for his one way ticket, shaved his body and has a welcome note in his pocket from the seventy two virgins he’s expecting to greet him with all sorts of favours when he arrives in paradise. This may be tough on law-abiding young, male Yemenis on the move – but that’s unfortunate, not racist prejudice. It’s just common sense and proper policing.
Last week I travelled through Nairobi back to London and had to go through the same x-ray machine and frisking twice before getting on a BA flight. The machines were side by side.
However, possibly the most absurd personal experience I’ve had was on the Scottish island of Islay a couple of weeks back. I’ve written a piece about the Scotch whisky industry – out in MT next week, hurry while stocks last etc – and I was leaving Islay’s tiny airport (which is the size of two Portakabins). Four uniformed security personnel gave each and everyone of the twelve people on my flight out – one of only two aircraft movements each day – the kind of intense going over to be expected by a member of the Bin Laden clan.
These security clowns are the laughing stock of the island and I dread to think what they cost. But, of course, there had to be some even bigger clown on our flight who was revealed to have a pair of nail scissors in her handbag. The look of triumphant self-justification on the grim face of the jobsworth was very dispiriting indeed.



