False security

When I got in line, I saw a handbag open on the corner back table, contents spilled out, chair abandoned. A few moments later, security came by to ask if it belonged to any of us. No, it belonged to an older lady who was in the main room. She came in, relieved to find her bag, although it had been relieved of its cash. The shock was this was inside the polling booth for the District primary elections a couple of weeks ago. We were inside the secure area to have our voter registration checked and mark our ballots. Secure for what?