I’m a Muslim American. On Nov. 15, two days after the Paris attacks, I boarded a plane from Newark to Houston.
I had just returned from a formal event, so I was wearing a plain white “shalwar,” a shirt that stops at the knees and is commonly worn by South Asians. As is my routine, I purchased in-flight WiFi to catch up on emails. But the WiFi was out on the plane, so I resorted to the relaxing indulgences of smartphone games and my iTunes playlist. Not once did I get up from my seat or touch my carryon bag.
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