I have an extreme hatred of the shit that's going on in our airports right now. The opportunity to speak out about it came when my Illustration professor issued our final assignment and told us that we needed to take a fairytale, rewrite it with a contemporary spin (social or political commentary) and then illustrate it. Below is the short story that I wrote to accompany the image.flywithdignity.org/Reference: [link] _____________________________________________This was not what Wendy had imagined when Peter had described the wondersof Neverland. After such a long flight, she had expected to see the sights, starthaving some fun right away! Instead, all that greeted her and her brothers was theawful sight of the Jolly Roger’s Customs area and the toothy, dirty pirates man-ning that ominous backscatter machine she had once heard her father ravingabout. Wendy, however,couldn't see anything wrong with it from here. Neither,apparently, could Peter, as he and John continued to bicker back and forth whilelittle Michael and the pirates' TSA manager, Mr. Smee, looked on."I'm not opting out, you saw how they humiliated Tinkerbell," Peter argued andthrew a pointed finger at the pat-down station. The fiery pixie was still bashingherself angrily against the walls of her glass holding room, where she had been es-corted for not allowing the pirates to put her pixie dust through the x-ray machine."Well I'm not taking one step through that thing, not one!" John countered,waving his umbrella around frantically and earning him a solid frown from Mr.Smee. "Tink's got the right idea, chaps; that machine poses a number of legitimatehealth concerns, not to mention is a clear invasion of my privacy."Mr. Smee laughed. "Invasion o' privacy, you say?" he grinned. "What've ye got,young sir, meant to be so private? Ye ain't got any weapons do ye?""I have my pride!" John replied, pushing his glasses up high onto the bridge ofhis nose. "And I'd rather not taint my youth by allowing you ruffians to have agander beneath my nightclothes! And neither should you, Wendy!"But Wendy was already being tugged toward the backscatter machine by agrumbling Peter, preaching to no one in particular about the bliss of ignoranceand always wanting to stay a little boy and just have fun. He'd take her to Never-land, with or without her brothers, even as the pirates manning the machineleered in anticipation at Wendy and her nightgown, like wolves at a sheep."I'll have to get me boss," Mr. Smee warned John with a decided sneer, but Johndidn't care as he grabbed Michael's hand."Come on, Mr. Bear," Michael said, nudging the teddy bear as he shuffled behindJohn to the pat-down station. There they waited and waited, staring at the closeddoor of the TSA Supervisor, Captain Jas. Hook. It had been at least a half hoursince John had heard the pirate officers catcalling and wolf wistling at the x-rayimage of his sister when finally the Captain’s door creaked open and a large, terr-ifying man stepped out to greet the two little boys.“So,” said the Captain in a cool voice, raising his altered hand as he eyed them,especially Michael. “Mr. Smee tells me ye’d rather be pirates.”John took one look at the shine in the Captain’s hook and immediatelyregretted his decision. It was going to be a long night. The End.