I was connecting from Grand Cayman to London via Miami after visiting one of my six grandchildren. I had gone through immigration, but suddenly an announcement came over the Tannoy asking for me. When I contacted an official I was marched away and shoved into a room with two others – no explanation, nothing. It was absolutely awful and very frightening. I asked why I was there, but they wouldn’t say. I was having visions of Guantanamo Bay.
After an hour and a half I was told I could go. I was furious and demanded an explanation and was told: “We don’t want undesirables in our country. Next time I advise you use hand cream, as your fingerprints have come up as those of a known terrorist.”
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