Too tolerant by half

This is quite an amazing report. I don't know weather to laugh or scream in disbelief. An enterprising reporter tested public reaction to wearing a "full body burka", including a veil, rode the D.C. subway holding a backpack and went through screening at Reagan National Airport. Her experiences are fascinating and chilling.
FROM NATIONALPOST.COM:
Too tolerant by half
Danielle Crittenden, National Post Published: Saturday, December 08, 2007

'I 'd like a one-way air fare to New York on the next available flight. I have no luggage. Could you make sure the ticket is refundable ? in case I change my mind?"
I was standing at the Delta shuttle counter at Washington's Reagan National Airport, dressed in my Saudi burka.
"Sure, no problem," the clerk replied brightly. "Do you have Skymiles?" "Uh, no."
"I'll need some form of identification."
I handed her my driver's licence, which showed the occupant of the black tent to be a blonde, blue-eyed resident of the District of Columbia.
"Thanks." Tap, tap, tap at the keyboard. Out popped my boarding pass. "Have a great flight. Next passenger please."
I scooped up a plain black canvas carry-on bag and headed over to the security line. I had no intention of flying to New York. This was an experiment. I'd become suspicious of the lack of suspicion I'd received during my week-long veiling. I'd encountered no fear, no hostility, hardly even any curiosity. If anything, my fellow Washingtonians showed unusual courtesy to a woman in a burka.
And so it continued at the airport. The ticket agent had registered zero reaction when I'd approached the counter, except to offer an extra cheerful greeting: "Hi! Where are you travelling?"
It had been the same the day before on the Washington subway. I entered the train at morning rush hour carrying a large black backpack, which I clutched to my chest in the centre of the train. With the exception of one elderly passenger who bolted up from his seat when I got on, scurrying to the most remote end of the carriage, everyone else aboard resolutely ignored my appearance. The woman closest to my mysterious backpack glanced up and then resumed her BlackBerrying.
I can't know what they were thinking, obviously. A few must have wondered whether I was about to explode. But evidently they'd rather be blown up than exhibit any behaviour that might be construed as intolerant.
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