My brush with the FBI

doi:10.1136/bmj.331.7517.642

BMJ 2005;331:642 (17 September), doi:10.1136/bmj.331.7517.642

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My brush with the FBI

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"Excuse me sir—could you come with me?" The security guardled me into his office, pointed at a vacant chair for me tosit in, and sat behind his deck. He asked who I was, and whatI was doing in New Orleans.

He seemed dissatisfied with my answers. "Dr Yamey, you needto stay where you are. The police are on their way, and theywant to ask you a few questions."

The setting was last year's American Heart Association (AHA)annual meeting, an international gathering of cardiologists.I was there with a colleague to staff a PLoS Medicine boothin a huge downtown conference hall.

It was during a break from my booth duties, when I was on myway to a lecture by one of our editorial board members, thatthe guard cornered me and began his interrogation. He askedif I had been surfing the internet . . . [Full text of this article]

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Gavin Yamey, senior editor

PLoS Medicine (www.plosmedicine.org), San Francisco, United States gyamey@plos.org