On my way to wedding party one of two, my taxi was following another taxi. Movement in the taxi caught my eye, and I watched with passive attention as the woman tied her face covering around the back of her head. My attention went into full alert as I witnessed her next horrific action – she took her cell phone, tucked it into the tied knot of her face veil, and then flipped the veil back so that the camera was hidden from view.
Why is this so horrific, White Girl? – you ask.
Let me tell you. At the entrance of each and every women’s large party event, there is security checking bags for cameras, and inspecting cell phones for the same. The common scandal is that women will sneak cameras into the parties to take pictures of the other women in attendance to either show their single male relatives as prospective marriage partners, or post on the Internet for ships and giggles. Knowing that my phone would be checked for a camera (I purposely bought a simple phone with no camera for this reason), witnessing this woman’s brazen act of concealment left my jaw dropped. I watched the taxi carefully after that, wanting to see if it would be going to the same hall that I was headed to. Sure enough, we pulled into the same underground parking garage. Again, my eyes remained locked on my target as she exited her car and headed to the entrance. When we both entered, I made special mental note of the details of her covering so I wouldn’t lose sight of her. I was hoping that she wouldn’t get away; I was waiting behind her in line and didn’t want her to move on into the party before I had the chance to report what I had seen. Thankfully, I was motioned over by another security lady. She looked at my phone and as she was waving me on, I leaned in and said, “This lady has her phone here” and I pointed to the back of my head. The security lady looked surprised, “On her head?” she said with eyebrows raised. “Yes, this one,” I said as I pointed out the culprit. I quickly moved on because I didn’t want to get involved in the aftermath, so I didn’t see what happened.
Later, when I met up with my friend and we had helped ourselves to tea and a smattering of finger foods that were offered on the long buffet tables, I shared with her what I had seen. She told me that I had done the right thing to report this lady. The next day, she told me that she had told her husband about what had happened and her husband said, “White Girl is a good person.”
I just might get a cape! I like royal blue. And my slogan will be “Honour and Justice for All!”