ARCTIC OBITER
November 2009 - Law Society of the Northwest Territories
November 2009 - Law Society of the Northwest Territories
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20 | <strong>ARCTIC</strong> <strong>OBITER</strong><br />
MISTAKEN IDENTITY<br />
Who do you think you are?!<br />
by Douglas Mah<br />
I can well understand the indignation that Henry Louis<br />
Gates Jr. felt upon being accosted by Cambridge Police in<br />
July, while he was trying to break into his own house. The<br />
famed Harvard black studies academic and Obama buddy<br />
was asked by officers to produce identification to prove he<br />
was indeed the residence's owner. In the ensuing fracas,<br />
Gates was arrested for disorderly conduct. The charges were<br />
later dropped, but not before the Harvard scholar's unhappy<br />
mug photos were showcased in the news.<br />
My own, somewhat less dramatic version of this incident<br />
occurred when I checked into the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in<br />
Montreal a few years ago. I don't like reciting my name and<br />
contact information in public, so my practice is to hand over<br />
my driver's license so the information can be Transposed. I<br />
took this precaution after a friend described how she had<br />
chirped off her name and email address in a public place,<br />
and later found herself the victim of stalking.<br />
I dumped my bag off in my room, changed into my workout<br />
gear, and headed to the gym. When signing in at the desk,<br />
the attendant looked at my name and room number, checked<br />
the computer, and informed me that I was not shown as<br />
registered in that room. She surmised that as I had only<br />
checked in a few minutes ago, the data had not been<br />
updated and told<br />
me to<br />
straighten it out with the front desk<br />
after my workout, lest there be later<br />
problems.<br />
This is when my troubles began. I produced my card key to<br />
the front desk, gave my name, and explained that the hotel's<br />
computer somehow had the wrong person registered in my<br />
room. I was then told in no uncertain terms that I was not a<br />
registered guest in the hotel. Hotel security was summoned,<br />
so I could be questioned and account for how I had obtained<br />
an activated card key. The most annoying aspect of this<br />
entire exchange was that it was with the same front desk<br />
clerk who had checked me in scarcely an hour earlier.<br />
I didn't fare a whole lot better with the security guy. He<br />
asked me for ID. I explained that my ID was in the room. If<br />
we went into the room, all my stuff would be there,<br />
including my wallet with my ID in it, proving that I was<br />
who I said I am. The security agent told me he had no<br />
authority to enter another guest's room without that guest's<br />
permission. I explained that there was no other guest, that<br />
the only guest in the room was me.<br />
The upshot of this discussion was that I was an<br />
unauthorized person in the hotel who had somehow gotten<br />
hold of a room key. I had a choice: either leave the hotel<br />
immediately, or await the arrival of police, who would deal<br />
with me on trespass and suspicion of theft and attempted<br />
break-and-enter (of my own room). Why I would<br />
present myself to the hotel front desk before carrying<br />
out the break-and-enter had yet to be pondered.<br />
When one is in another city and has nowhere else<br />
to go, with one's money, clothes and<br />
identification effectively impounded, and<br />
wearing only shorts and a work-out top (did I<br />
mention it was November?) the prospect of being<br />
tossed out on the street, or worse, imprisoned in a<br />
Kafka-like manner, is distressing.<br />
The front desk clerk and security agent were whispering