The Hospitality Parable

Imagine someone coming into your house. Someone you don’t know, but who perhaps was invited by your teenage son. He had said something about wanting to add a little spice to this boring house; nothing ever changes here; he needed someone to help him figure out how to get to the next level on his video game. You know – important stuff.

Not really a problem, but you’re a bit annoyed that you weren’t asked – they just showed up. You want to be polite, so you say nothing and go into another room so as not to hear their foul language and the obnoxious “music” they are playing. You make a mental note to have a serious talk with your kids about who they invite into your home.

Even with the door closed, the noise (“music”) gets louder, and the voices get louder, and you think, “Is that the same voice I heard earlier?” You open the door and there are more strangers. Many more. One of them is going through your desk drawers while another has taken your grandfather’s photo off the wall and is laughing as he uses a marker to make him into a cartoon character. Others have nearly emptied your refrigerator, eating what they want and tossing the rest on the floor.

You look around, and the teenager who invited the first “guest” is nowhere to be found. The front door is now wide open and people you’ve never seen, people who don’t look like you or act like you, keep walking in through that open door. After the initial shock wears off, you try to get them out of your house, but some reply with obscenities and one guy with a face covered in tattoos makes it clear that they will leave when they’re good and ready, and not before. Most just ignore you because they don’t even speak your language.

Police. That’s it. You’ll call the police. There are laws against this. The 911 dispatcher tries to sound sympathetic, but tells you there is nothing they can do other than maybe send someone out to write a report. They were invited in. No break-in, no home invasion, no crime was committed. There is no law against what they are doing, and in a cheery voice reminds you that, “You know, we are a nation of laws.” You hang up the phone. Your house is now their house, or as your “guests” are saying, “Mi casa es su casa.

Is it really all that farfetched? Is it really different than what is happening right now as ordinary Americans and Europeans watch as their nations are over-run with strangers? Did anyone ask them if it was OK to invite others to flood their native land?

There are serious, long-term consequences to immigration from other cultures – consequences that cannot be undone.