Historical Dictionary of Terrorism (3rd edition)

My family and I were fortunate enough to recently visit the USA on a holiday. On arrival at our east coast airport, we made our way through the various security checkpoints. My nine‐year‐old daughter, who was already barefoot, jewelry‐less, belt‐less and had disposed of her bottled water, set off the alarm going through the security gates. After seeking my acquiescence, a female security guard, as her job required, “patted down” my daughter. We took this in good spirits, in holiday mode we understood that these checks were for our own good and were no more than a minor inconvenience and...