This is some personal experience about public security screening. At 5,000 words, it’s kind of long. You can drag through it first so you can slide past it in time to make sure you don’t find it interesting.
1
When I entered the train station and went through the security check, the person in front of me was stopped by the security guard, “You have a lot of scissors in your bag”, said the security guard. I was attracted by the phrase “many scissors”, I saw the backpack was pulled open, took out a box. “Haircutting tools,” said the passenger.
I stopped and waited to see what the rest of the story would be.
“A lot of scissors”, in fact there were only two real scissors, one of them was the kind with teeth, the kind we usually see, I can’t say what it’s called, and the other There are also some small objects that appear to have metal tips.
Have you seen the current haircutting tools? Upgraded, very delicate a small box will fit, Taobao Jingdong on the popular goods.
Front-line security screeners to seize items to another, sitting in front of the security screeners at work, they began to start a comprehensive study, I was far away four or five meters away, there is a bright electronic display for the back, I saw the security screeners turning the slim tip of the haircut tool.
My heart was tense with a word from the security lady that would determine whether the haircutting tool would stay or go.
“Scissors cannot be brought on board”, I heard the lady make a verdict.
The young lady turned around and took the haircutting tool and its owner, a young man, to another place where there was a counter. She told the passenger that the others could be taken away. The passenger decided not to take them all away.
Then I saw a scene of “humane” disposal, the lady took out a plastic paper bag in the counter, the passenger swept the QR code on the surface of the bag with his cell phone. The security lady will be loaded into the hairdressing tools, will be sealed on the stroke.
Do not think too much, it is not to express your object to your destination, sweep the QR code means to leave the basis for pickup, when you come to pick up.
When to pick it up? Or how long will the train station keep the dangerous objects they intercept for you? I have been on the fence, I asked the question.
The security lady said, “You speak Mandarin, I didn’t understand.
This was out of my surprise. I originally thought that such a job, should be close to find the girl who has not gone to school for a few days.
Because this work is too hard, hand-held scanner, to each passenger crossing the upper and lower stroke once, up to the top of the head, down to the bottom of the shoe, the process she must tilt her head at least once, hook the head once, bend over once. Sitting at work may be a little better, I guess they are rotating.
This kind of work is not possible for young people who are not physically active and recover from fatigue quickly. Even so, I still think they (according to my observation, including the subway, airport security general observation, of which more than half of the women) is not easy.
Surprisingly, there are young girls distantly cast this job.
I asked again in Trump instead. But she did not answer me. She was just too hard and too busy. The security check process waited for her.
2
My huddle was over and I was busy catching my bus. I remembered the many security check stories I had stored in my mind.
Right here at this train station, the year before, an old friend of mine went to my hometown and her suitcase was checked out. And before coming here, the same suitcase, the same luggage, traveled from Europe to China, and then traveled in China from Suzhou to Xi’an by high-speed rail, and from Xi’an to Chengdu by air check.
The problem is hair styling gel.
No matter how proficient she was in Chinese, she could not be accommodated. Then she looked at me, hoping I would say a useful word. I understood her thoughts, no wonder most Western reactionary countries have a weak concept of the enemy, the subway and trains are basically not security checks. I looked at her, dumbfounded.
Withhold it, keep it for one day only, and come pick it up yourself.
That’s when I complained. I said could I keep it for a few more days. I remembered that at the capital airport, I had a tube of toothpaste over a hundred milliliters, and when I was detained, I was told to keep it for a month.
However, the security check at Chengdu East Station thought I had said a nonsense and stopped paying attention to me.
Then it just had to be dropped. I reassured the distant guest that security is our core value, the most stringent place in China, and that the courts can be adapted, but not here, you have to understand.
3
The year before last, I took my father for treatment in Chongqing, and I wanted him to feel the subway because it was not in his previous experience about the city, and I also took him on the high-speed train from Chongqing to my hometown, which was the same as giving him a taste of what modern security checks are.
Whether in the subway or high-speed rail, the security check lady asked my father to take off his hat to the hat alone to do a security scan.
There are about two times, I said to the security inspector, this old man more than eighty years old, his hat I do not dare to uncover, you see how to do?
As you might expect, not once was there a waiver. Not even once did my humor bring a grudging smile to the security ladies. Their work was too intense and their mood was not relaxed, and they were in no mood to pay attention to what I was saying.
When I uncovered my father’s hat and handed it to the security lady’s j, I said to myself, “This is too evil.
At the same time, I understand their dedication to their work. From my point of view, they are the most dedicated people in China.
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In my hometown train station, I was a security check dodgy person.
For this reason, I have reflected several times, is it worth it? But it hasn’t changed.
Just a few weeks ago, I had a fight with the security ladies at my hometown train station, which objectively means I lost my temper and scolded them.
That day, I was in the waiting room, I heard two old folks exchanging words, one said, his moving hand, was confiscated, the other said, he was okay, his moving hand, muddled through.
It is the vernal equinox, farming is getting busy, but, should go out to work or go out to work! Bring your own simple tools, about odd jobs. One of them was a little younger and the other was in his fifties. I imagined their lives and felt a sense of emotion in my heart.
I heard that they had to go far to the north, where it was still cold, and their big backpacks were packed with some cold stuff. Their expressions were wooden, as if they were talking about someone else’s business. The ones who didn’t receive the hand-carrying were expressionless, and the ones who didn’t, also looked neither happy nor sad.
I understand their mood is that one end is still resting at home, the other end is an uncertain future, but not in the present, the mood of the present is empty.
I said, “Wait and see, I’ll go tell them! They were a little surprised. I said, I’m not going to ask you guys for it back, I don’t have the skills, I’m going to criticize them!
I walked to the security checkpoint, the county train station passengers less, they are not busy, I said, you confiscated people’s hand-carrying.
They said, according to the rules. The attitude is cold and firm.
I said, you see people are easy, so old still far away from home, you can let go, let go of the past, a hand, what is wrong, people’s labor tools, you give them deducted, people have to go back to buy, this is not good ah!
The county train station security inspectors are locally recruited to occupy peasant children, so I resorted to the countryside with them.
I was probably a bit moved emotionally.
The girl with the scanner in hand was a little surprised and impatient with my nosiness. The girl sitting in front of the computer said, let them take the train with them, in case of a fight on the train ……
I said, girl, they went out to seek money, not trouble, their families are waiting for their safe return, they themselves are more than you hope that everything is safe ……
The girl holding the scanner also joined and died talking about “what if ……”
I know and they are not using the same logic as me, they will not eat my set, I will just say my own. I said, what if, let’s say, “What if you ……”
The unexpected effect was that they seemed to find my “what if ……” hypothesis offensive. They warned me back, “What if you ……”
Haha, it was a comedic effect.
I didn’t have time to talk to them, I was about to check into the platform for the last time and I had to seize the time to irritate them in a concise manner.
“Police ……” the girl shouted while cursing.
I also shouted, where are the police, come and manage. I was calculating in my mind, if the police do not let me get on the car, that is not the result I hope.
The police came. I said first, this girl needs to be disciplined, she simply does not know how to be polite.
What I said was not true, I escalated things, I was more rude than they were. I escalated for one reason, to make them remember the incident and hopefully they will have the opportunity to find this security check a little excessive at some point.
When the young cop understood, he said, expressionlessly, through gritted teeth, “You’re sniping! “
I knew the weight of that statement, which was tantamount to saying I was provoking them. I said, no, I just give them a little talk, or can let the old folks take the moving hand out with them, they are out to work ah.
I intended to cool down. Then I said, things have been said.
Two police officers did not say anything. Turned off the law enforcement record camera.
I kind of escaped the trouble that I asked for, and the possible serious consequences.
5
Hometown is an agrarian society. Train security is the post-modern art of China. When the folks of an agrarian society deal with “post-modern art”, you can’t argue with the situation.
The year before last, on the morning of March 8, 2019, I bought a train ticket to Beijing. When I entered the platform, the ticket inspector suddenly shouted into the vast and empty hall: “Here is one to Beijing.
Immediately two uniforms came running and told me to go with them. I asked what was the matter. They said security check. I said the security check was over, and they said there was still a security check to be done.
On the right side of the hall, there was a small door that also led to the platform.
Several uniforms were gathered there, and there was a table where my backpack was placed on the table. One of the uniforms made a sharp move, and before I could see it, I remember it was a woman, and she unzipped my backpack with a clatter.
I was still confused at this point and even asked what was going on what was going on? I mean, why not ask, come up and open my iron bag.
They also thought it was very strange: that’s how security checks work. They didn’t think for a second that they couldn’t just open someone’s bag, that’s what they were told to do.
I quickly understood that the second security check in Beijing, in early March every year, is not for a specific individual, not the second security check can not go, I certainly accept.
I said I’ll pull it apart and you guys can see it, but you didn’t even ask me, you came up and opened my bag.
Here is the problem. They are probably the first time to meet me so talk people. Then the whole negotiation process, in the end, I found that they did not understand, they open and I open what is different.
I said I would open it and you would check it. They complied with me. However, I deprived them of the sense of sanctity and accomplishment of opening other people’s personal belongings, making them feel bored with this security check. I took them out one by one and put them in front of me, while being anxious in my heart, constantly looking up at a platform separated by a door, being a short stay train.
Looking at me anxious, what do they think? They were not anxious at all, and did not even look at the scattered objects I placed in front of them.
After the display, I hastily put in, all right?
Take it back and go through it again, they said. Just go through the first hurdle of the station again, the instrument test.
It was too late, I began to sweat.
I was in a hurry, there was no way I could skip the re-security process.
I’ll take it over, right? I can run faster. No. Once the bag passed through the passenger’s hands, it would have to undergo another effective visual security check, and that would be the end of it. I had to let the uniform carry my bag to the gate and go through security again.
A full body uniform of forty years old with a short stick around his waist and boots on his feet, carrying my bag, walked slowly, swinging left and right, towards the security machine at the entrance of the waiting room.
I looked at him, my heart racing, but told myself, no way, to be calm.
The uniform put my bag into the security checkpoint and the conveyor belt spit it out. The uniform held my bag in one hand. Once again, it swung around and headed back.
I thought to myself, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door in front of me, the train hadn’t moved.
But the guy pressed the bag on the table and said, there is metal inside.
I screamed again, just saw it, a key ah.
Take the “metal” out, and then take it back, and then check again.
The train started.
6
I’m sure I have no grudge against the uniform with the short stick in his waist and the riding boots on his feet. But, no, he has a grudge against me. He gave him the right to check the security ah, he has a grudge against the person being checked. Otherwise, how to explain his malice that deliberately delayed?
I can’t hit the wall myself, and I can’t hold him to the wall. It’s not that I don’t think so, mainly because he’s not him, he’s a gang, I can’t deal with them, just now, when he carried my bag and deliberately dawdled, his accomplices, none of them prompted him not to do so, the accomplices were uniformly indifferent to my anxious pleas. I don’t know whether to say that they are numb inside, or with a common pleasure.
I remember that there were spectators who were advising me to be at ease, this is the rule, the rush is not up. I was alone in an island, the onlookers, the security checkers, all the people who were not on this train were a community.
It’s okay. I was in the lobby, telling them a few “good points”.
All the security checkers and cleaners here are folks from the county, mainly farmers from the nearby land area. Their uniforms belong to the haystack, the regular uniforms are sitting outside.
Before there was a train station, most of them worked in Guangdong (80% of our county’s population’s prime years were dedicated to Guangdong). 20 or 30 years ago, I also navigated the Guangzhou train station, which was like hell, a place to reincarnate. Maybe they and I used to trample each other in the same train station.
The infrastructure progresses so fast that in a blink of an eye, my hometown has a high-speed railway. The migrant workers who were tortured by the old trains and the old train station have become the security inspectors of the high speed train in their hometown.
When I say they are, they don’t make a sound.
I mistakenly thought that the security check here is under the control of the county public security bureau, I moved all kinds of relations (sorry), find the director of public security, want to get out of anger, but also hope that they do not do so in the future. The real uniforms of the train station appeared, it turned out, the real uniforms are not under the management of the local public security, it is said that the railroad has all the parts of the state machinery except for the absence of diplomacy, public security courts and what not.
Two formal uniform young people are from the field.
The station manager was alarmed. He is also a foreigner, the railroad assigned to come. A six-zero, after more than a few things, he was not slow. He looked into the video monitor and very magnanimously gave me justice. He said: Our staff made a mistake in their work, and when you entered the station, they did not tell you that you had to go to Beijing for a second security check, which made you lose the security check time.
However, none of them said to me until the end that they should have gone through my bag after simply asking me and with my permission. That was the final disagreement.
It’s been two years since this incident, but as of last month (as mentioned above), I was still “actively going after the security guards” at my home train station, which means I haven’t put it aside in my mind. After writing this post, I decided to give up my preconceptions about them.
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I sometimes wonder what kind of person is the ideal security inspector. My conclusion is that the grassroots people who have never been respected by power, the poor, that is.
It is good to understand that the poor are the ones who do this job and suffer this hardship. In addition, the grassroots people who have never been respected by power will immediately get excited once they are given some kind of power and will automatically start using that power to spite and abuse others, and the pleasure they will get in the process to find a little psychological compensation for a life lacking in dignity.
What is available to the humiliated and damaged people can only be householder-like power.
But it is this power that can serve others, but also can be difficult, and even abuse others. They use this power precisely to repay their fellow citizens who are as low as or lower than they are. They will not only use this power to the fullest, but will also use “discretion” to magnify this power to the point where they can’t take it back.
Security or security industry was born, there is a huge job market. This is the right job for them. I’m sure they don’t even have a single child of a section chief in their ranks. (Tuesday, April 6, 2021)
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