I find myself going back to Google to see what new perspectives have been added; if Nic has said anything else and/or if the TSA has offered up any more insight into what did or didn't happen. Nic responded to their initial release of hastily edited together footage of her trip through security by saying that it had been doctored. The TSA then released complete security footage today from 9 different angles. Nic has, sadly, been quiet since then. Probably because the new footage really doesn't leave anything out. It clearly shows that Nic is never separated from her baby.
I really wanted to believe her. I mean, something must've happened for such an emotional post centered around such a serious accusation. Right? (Certainly she thought about the fact that the security agents on hand could lose their jobs if they really did break the rule of never separating children from their parents! Right??)
I really gave her the benefit of the doubt. I couldn't bring myself to echo others who instantly called her a liar after the TSA first posted its response. I admit that I really didn't believe the first footage the TSA released, I agreed that it definitely could've been edited to look like nothing happened. There were short gaps of unaccounted time. It left room for interpretation. I tweeted as much and instantly attracted some heinous twitter troll. A person who seems to have opened a twitter account for the express purpose of monitoring every tweet regarding the TSA and @MyBottlesUp and messaging anyone who dared to show support for her or belief in her claims. I noted another person constantly tweeting negatively about her, using the twitter name @mybottlesupliar. Who are these people, I asked? Don't they have lives? Aren't they so pathetic for not having anything better to do than exacerbate this situation on twitter, I thought? How can they, and hundreds of other verbose online people, be so positive that she is not telling the truth. And, beyond that, reading her blog and then pronouncing her "crazy" or "unstable."
I almost felt like I, too, was being attacked. Why did I feel that way? I barely know Nic! I've followed her on twitter since I joined up a year ago and I've read a few posts on her blog. Why should I care so much that she be telling the truth? And then, I couldn't help but wonder what would people say if they read my blog looking for out-of-context bad-parenting jokes and references to drinking or medications? Ay carumba!
I believed Nic at first and continued to show support for her because she is one of us. I may not want to associate with all the mommy-blogger iterations that are out there....
But I do associate strongly with this wonderful, supportive, sometimes downright magical community of moms that blog about their lives openly, humorously, and honestly. I love these moms and dads who put it all out there for the world to see, should the world care to look.
So, I don't want to believe that Nic is lying about her run-in with the TSA! If she has fabricated the whole thing, well then who's to say that I haven't been lying about my move to England, or that so-and-so hasn't been lying about being out of work, or that the other blogger hasn't been lying about a husband with cancer?
I don't want to believe that my internet friends might be lying to me. I don't want it all to be fiction.
I don't want one person to negate all that we stand for because she was naive enough to think that if she stretched the truth just a bit more then maybe, just maybe her "mommy's-lark" blog could turn itself into an honest-to-goodness money-making venture.
I just can't live my life like that. I want to trust people and have, thus far, lived a pretty charmed life for being that way.
Ultimately, I fear that this sort of bizarre thing could happen to any one of us. Any sort of claim that we make in our writing could turn into a massive internet feeding frenzy with you or me, not on the feeding side, but being eaten.
I hope if that day ever comes for me, that you will give me the benefit of the doubt, too. And wait patiently for a response, rather than decrying my actions to anyone who will listen to fill the void.