Giving the F.B.I. What It Wants

ON June 19, 2002, I ran into a bit of a problem that turned my life upside down. It happened at the Detroit airport as I was entering the country. I realized something wasn't right when the immigration agent at United States Customs slid my passport through the reader, then froze. "Is there something wrong?" I asked. He was still frozen. After a few moments, he said, "Follow me, please," and I ended up at the Immigration and Naturalization Service's airport office.

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