A stern looking young man in a black trench coat rang my doorbell about noon today. He introduced himself as a Special Agent with the FBI and wanted to ask a few questions about a young man of my acquaintance who was seeking a special national security clearance related to advancement through the ranks of federal employment. I invited the federal agent into my home. I had known for several days he was coming.
My young friend in question, age 27 years old, is advancing quickly in his government work but has reached a plateau where extra scrutiny is required. My young friend had listed me as a personal reference and I was happy to oblige his request to meet with the federal agent for a few minutes.
Questions ranged about my knowledge concerning my friend's hobbies, associations, finances, family tranquility, demeanor, aptitude, quirks or anomalies. Then came questions asking if I had any reason to believe my friend would ever be disloyal to the United States. Then, was I aware of any reason my friend could be subject to blackmail? Of course, my young friend is an exemplar of moral rectitude and I told the agent as much.
The interview ended with a handshake and my admonition to drive safely. As the unassuming sedan with U.S. government plates drove away, I was struck by the irony of how so many of our elected politicians could not survive this gauntlet-like inquiry into their personal lives.
My young friend in question, age 27 years old, is advancing quickly in his government work but has reached a plateau where extra scrutiny is required. My young friend had listed me as a personal reference and I was happy to oblige his request to meet with the federal agent for a few minutes.
Questions ranged about my knowledge concerning my friend's hobbies, associations, finances, family tranquility, demeanor, aptitude, quirks or anomalies. Then came questions asking if I had any reason to believe my friend would ever be disloyal to the United States. Then, was I aware of any reason my friend could be subject to blackmail? Of course, my young friend is an exemplar of moral rectitude and I told the agent as much.
The interview ended with a handshake and my admonition to drive safely. As the unassuming sedan with U.S. government plates drove away, I was struck by the irony of how so many of our elected politicians could not survive this gauntlet-like inquiry into their personal lives.