The king is dead, long live the king. I used to fly twice a week, and one time one of the screeners shoved a lighter in my shoe as it was going onto the belt.

The king is dead, long live the king. I used to fly twice a week, and one time one of the screeners shoved a lighter in my shoe as it was going onto the belt. I started yelling at him and he turned to me with the "shush" gesture, and whispered that he was testing the screener to see if he'd catch it. As a dark-skinned man I did not want to participate in this exercise so I started loudly shouting "He put a lighter in my shoe, does everyone see this?" The other passengers in the line murmured their agreement, the "tester" seemed miffed, and I kept loudly pronouncing the fact that I was not responsible for the lighter in my shoe. Sitting six feet away from my loud rant, the screener still missed it.