I ask, "Can I go back and get a statement from the people who witnessed it?"
Of course, there is no response.
I turn to young cop. "How does it feel to be one of the brown shirts."
"You can look it up later," I say.
He says, "Did you listen to what people were saying?"
"I listened to what you told me. I responded to your questions."
"No--to the people in the airport? They were shouting for you to shut up."
True, one of them in the back of the line was irritated by the delay. The rest looked on wide-eyed and confused. I don't remember anyone shouting encouragement, but it was hard concentrating on the crowd with so many men in my face.
I try a different tactic. "Didn't you take an oath to defend the Constitution?"
"Look, we're just trying to keep you safe."
"The thing you are keeping me safe from, only has a 1 in 25 million chance of occurring. I'm more likely to win the lottery today."
"Maybe you should have bought a ticket."
I sigh and switch tactics again. "I know you have a job to do. I bet when you got into this it was to be of service. But how do you feel about what you just did?"
"I followed the rules and did this by the book. You disobeyed an officer when you wouldn't give me your license."
"I wasn't under arrest. You had no right to take anything from me. What if you book doesn't follow the Constitution, the highest law in the land?"