[Reposted from an original blog of mine elsewhere, updated a bit from last Fall.]
This is a true story. The names are changed to protect the innocent.
It’s a story about Homeland Security: Your taxes at work to protect
you from a 71 year old person who spends time working on a 14th century
manuscript – which is poetry.
The said individual, let us call him
IF (for “inadequate
fingerprints”), has been in the US for nearly 44 peaceful years.
However, due to allegiance to this person’s own nation,
IF has never
taken the trouble to go through the US citizenship process – thus has no
little US flag. Nor big one either.
Homeland Security is in the Federal Building. Downtown. To reach
there you must have an appointment. These are sent by mail. You are
given a time and only unless you have a medical problem can you change
the date and time. Even if you have a medical problem, their phone
system makes it nearly impossible to reach them or arrange anything
whatsoever.
IF has a medical problem. Just going through security would help them
see that. They know that already. For this is the second time
IF has
been summoned for “biometric” processing.
You might not know this, but
Green Cards used to last forever.
No longer!
IF found this out the first time when arriving back in the US after a
family visit in a foreign land (which is not named to protect the
innocent). Upon arrival and the showing of the
Green Card, which had always been sufficient until that moment,
IF was told: “This card has expired.”
But wait… Right there and then a new one was processed.
For free! Right there in an Airport not to be named.
You know why.
So now
Green Cards have an expiration date. Less than 10 years
apparently. Now here’s the interesting thing. There is apparently no
law that says they must be updated. It’s only if you leave the country
that anyone would notice – apparently.
In any case, even though
IF has a medical problem (which possibly might
be helped by surgery, but which makes it very difficult to travel, let
alone visit Homeland Security), still the determination had been made
to apply for the new card “just in case”. (The medical condition is
not life threatening, but merely life-disruptive.)
The medical condition necessitates a lot of washing.
IF thinks of them
as “ablutions” – perhaps it’s a way of distracting self from the
reasons… which involve very private parts of the body. And hands of
course.
Now hands have fingers. And fingers have finger prints.
They also have arthritis.
Now on the appointed date, at the appointed hour, IF appeared for the
appointed “biometrics”. One would hope that Homeland Security, which
makes use of the most modern methods, would have machines to capture the
pattern of an iris. Or perhaps would take a swab of DNA. But no…
fingerprints were wanted.
The modern fingerprint is made on a glass plate connected to a
computer. This writer personally has no idea if ink is involved at all
anymore. That’s because only the person with the letter ordering one
to appear for an appointment can even
enter Homeland Security.
A little detour to describe Homeland Security. Many people work
there. Few people are called to show up. The last time
IF was there
(ah, yes…”last time” – you can see where this is going…) there was only
one other person with an appointment. There were 3 security guards.
Guarding. And a bevy of … well… I guess they’re bureaucrats.
Officials. Maybe like in some Kafka novel. Naturally the guards do a
careful security check.
So there was
IF. Willing to give finger prints. With hands that were
swollen from so much washing…. The lady tried and tried! Indeed,
IF’s
“significant other” (someone
you would never suspect) wondered
where
IF was… since it had been
hours and hours and no IF was returning
from the Federal Building. What had occurred in the Homeland Security
interview? Had they suspected IF’s involvement in the long ago
protesting of a dictatorship in a foreign land? Indeed,
IF had been
careful when the Patriot Act was passed, nervous that his significant
other had chosen to protest
this and that. (Living in a dictatorship had had its effect.)
Well, long story short… the female Homeland Security Official pushed so
hard on the fingers for the fingerprints, that poor
IF had to plead
for her “not to push so hard” due to “I have arthritis in these
fingers”. To no avail…
Finally, after seeking assistance from a supervisor, the official was
given leave to accept the “finger prints” and allow
IF to go home with
the swollen, painful fingers, following the
stern warning that if there was any need after the application was processed further, the FBI would contact IF. Hmmm…
This is the kind of individual your taxes are protecting you from!
Now comes the letter… NO, not from the FBI. (not yet…) Homeland
Security had determined that the fingerprints were “inadequate” and new
ones must be taken. This time they would not be taken in the
afternoon, a good time to find parking (perhaps) near the Federal
Building. But at 8 am. Together with the warning that the time could
not be changed “unless there is a medical reason” – came the stern
warning:
If you do not show up for this appointment, your case will be closed.
Case would be closed…
What would that mean?
Mind you, a poor person could not apply for a new
Green Card in this day and age. It costs no less than $370!!! [
Update... $450 now!] Oh, yes… Poverty and
Green Card do not mix!
So, now what? One would hope that if the fingerprints are inadequate,
Homeland Security would consider that perhaps the methods or the means
or the goal of fingerprints is inadequate. And some other “biometrics”
might be considered. But apparently, in this day and age, when guards
are paid to guard and officials to officiate, well…. the
procedures must be followed!
Update: It took six months before the new card arrived. By that time:
Miraculous surgery and painful recovery had significantly helped
IF's aforesaid medical problems.
Case closed!