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THE TSA IS learning a basic lesson of physical security in the age of 3-D printing: If you have sensitive keys—say, a set of master keys that can open locks you’ve asked millions of Americans to use—don’t post pictures of them on the Internet.
A group of lock-picking and security enthusiasts drove that lesson home Wednesday by publishing a set of CAD files to Github that anyone can use to 3-D print a precisely measured set of the TSA’s master keys for its “approved” locks—the ones the agency can open with its own keys during airport inspections. Within hours, at least one 3-D printer owner had already downloaded the files, printed one of the master keys, and published a video proving that it opened his TSA-approved luggage lock…
Sarah Houghton tweeted the other day a mention of being regularly hassled by the TSA. I asked her for details and said it would make a great blog post. She has since obliged. If you think “but I’m just a librarian, why would they be interested in me?” you must read this post. In fact, just read it anyway.
And here begins our story. I have flown a lot in my lifetime. Between personal and professional trips, I average one or two dozen trips a year. About three years ago, I was flying from the Rochester NY airport to Grand Rapids, Michigan – going from my step-son’s graduation to my grandmother’s funeral. I was stopped by the TSA screeners for having “brass knuckles” in my purse — in reality a 1 1/2″ cat face cheap metal keychain that did not resemble brass knuckles in the slightest. I was pulled aside, my wallet was taken, and my bags thoroughly searched within my view. I got mouthy…probably not my best choice, but I was pissed. This was some over-zealous, bored Rochester TSA flunkie messing with me for no legitimate reason. I was live-Tweeting it as it was happening. I was asked to stop. I said no. I was asked to hand over my phone. I said no. I was asked to hand over my laptop. I said no. Eventually they let me go, confiscating the keychain that had made it through security in a couple dozen other airports, and with a warning that I was now on “THE LIST.” I let fly a few F-bombs and boarded my plane for my grandmother’s funeral shaking from adrenaline and anger. I wrote complaint letters to the Rochester Airport administration and to the TSA and got no reply from either (surprise, surprise).
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